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little folks-me and my exertions all their stay; and on what a brittle thread does the life of man hang! If I am wipt off at the command of fate even in all vigour of manhood, as I am-such things happen every day-gracious God! what would become of my little flock! Tis here that I envy your people of fortune.
A father on his deathbed, taking an everlasting farewell of his children, has, indeed, woe enough, but the man of competent fortune leaves his sons and daughters independency and friends-while I-but I shall run distracted if I think any longer on the subject. (His salary, as exciseman, was only 7ol. a year).
I have nothing to say to any one as to which sect he belongs to, or what creed he believes, but I look on the man who is firmly persuaded of infinite wisdom and goodness superintending and directing every circumstance that can happen in his lot-I felicitate such a man, as having a solid foundation for his mental enjoyment, a firm prop and sure stay in the hour of difficulty, trouble and distress, and a never failing anchor of hope when he looks beyond the grave!
TO MRS. DUNLOP.
Brow, on the Solway Frith, MADAM,
12th July, 1796. I have written you so often, without receiving any answer, that I would not trouble you again but for the circumstances in which I am. An illa ness, which has long hung about me, in all probability will speedily send me beyond that bourne whence no traveller returns. Your friendship, with which for many years you have honoured me, was a friendship dearest to my soul. Your conversation, and especially your correspondence, were at once highly entertaining and instructive. With what pleasure did I use to break up the seal! The remembrance yet adds one pulse more to my poor palpitating heart. Farewell!!!
N. B. The above letter was supposed to be his lası production-hc died on the 21st, nine days afterwards. Peace be to his memory!
For the Monthly Visitor.
THE following curious transposition was sent us by a juvenile correspondent; it is produced by trans. posing the name of our brave commander,
HONOR. EST A VILO:
which rendered into English, reads thus
Honour is from the Nile.
ENIGMAS BY. J. F. ANSWERED BY SEVERAL
CORRESPONDENTS. 1. Horsemanship.
3. Farringdon. 2. Heroine.
RIDDLES BY T. S. ANSWERED. 1. Serpent.
3. Philosopher's stone. 2. Mermaid.
ENIGMAS FOR SOLUTION.
BY JOHN COLES.
Where unbounded pleasures dwell;
As sacred records tell.
From thence into this world was sent,
A judgment sore from the most high; To punish man for his vile deeds,
Who heaven's sacred laws defy.
With fury I've been known to rage,
And awful desolation spread, Through every nation, every age,
Have many millions thro' me bled.
How many cities been destroy'd,
Their splendour e'en in ruins laid; And fertile fields I've drench'd with blood,
And dreadful devastations made.
The widow's shrieks, and orphans cries,
Are oft produced by me: Unnumbered souls by me are sent
To regions of eternity.
'Tis ambition's pride, and interest dear,
And honour's sounding name, That causes me to be pursu'd,
And kindles fierce my flame.
In social life I'm sometimes found,
Where friendship most should reign; I part the joys of man and wife,
Which causes grief and pain.
Take but a view of Europe round,
And on its awful state reflect; Those horrid scenes which I have caus’d,
Will sure each feeling heart affect.
But time shall come, when I shall vex
Mankind on carth no moro; · But peace and joy, and love shall reign,
And spread from shore to shore,
By the same.
1. My first was Noah's son you'll see, If one letter to it added be; From it a letter take, then mind How many you have left behind; My next your property doth keep, Secure from robbers, while you slcep : My whole, if you would wish to know, A very useful herb will shew.
My first for to obtain ;
Across the raging main.
By the same.
1. Of a vehicle, please take a part, ..And three-fourths of a political sect, With a vowel between-'twill impart
What many each month do expect.
SKETCH OF TILTS AND TOURNAMENTS,
Extracted from Rodd's Civil Wars of Granada.
See our Literary Review. )
at the windows of the new square, perceived near the fountain of the lions a beautiful tent of green velvet, and near it a table covered with a canopy of green brocade, having many rich jewels, and the golden chain upon it, that was to accompany the portrait of Abenamar's lady.
All the inhabitants of the city and multitudes from the neighbouring towns and villages were present at this magnificent sight. It was not long before the sound of trumpets was heard from the street of Zacatin, whence the challenger now made his entry. Four handsome mules loaded with lances, adorned with sumpter clothes of green damask, bespangled with golden stars, and breast-plates of silver, fastened on with bands of green silk, came first. They were led by grooms to a tent, near the former, where the lances were all placed in order.
Next came thirty gentlemen in green and scarlet liveries, with white and yellow plumes, and in the midst Aben amar in green velvet, richly embroidered, and a loose jacket, over his other robes, of immense value. He was mounted on a dappled mare, whose accoutrements were green velvet, with a crest of green, and red feathers, corresponding to his own. Over his whole dress were scattered many golden stars, and on his left side shone a resplendent sun, with this motto under it :
Myself alone, my fair alone,