For the Literary Magazine. PRIZE MEDALS OFFERED BY THE HUMANE SOCIETY OF PHILADELPHIA. THE society have observed, with gratitude and admiration, the labours of the many learned and ingenious benefactors of mankind, who have advanced, to a high degree of improvement, the means to be employed in restoring to life those who have been apparently deprived thereof. But they have, at the same time, to regret, that notwithstanding much good hath been done, yet these means very often fail of success. In order to excite public attention towards the further improvement of so important a part of medical science, the society is induced to offer, For the best dissertation on the means of restoring to life persons apparently dead from drowning, and more effectual than any yet in use, a GOLD MEDAL, value FIFTY DOLLARS. For the second best, a SILVER MEDAL, value TWENTY-FIVE DOL LARS. The dissertations to be sent to the secretary of the society, post paid, by the first day of January, 1808. They may be written in the English, French, or Latin language, to be accompanied with a sealed paper, containing the author's name and place of residence, which is not to be opened, unless the prize is decreed. They shall be submitted to the judgment and decision of the medical professors of the University of Pennsylvania. The society entertain the pleasing hope, that to some of their fellow citizens is reserved the heartfelt satisfaction and honourable reward of improving this truly interesting part of useful knowledge, and of announcing to the world an important addition to the means already in use for restoring suspended animation. By order of the managers of the Humane Society, JOSEPH CRUKSHANK, Philadelphia, Dec. 11th, 1805. The hearts of all round you might break, "The voice of sweet pity assume, The tend❜rest that sympathy knows: When others partake of our woes. "Sure sympathy warm from the heart The unsodded grave of a friend Nor favour I look'd to attend, My heart was alive but to woe. "My pen since a solace has prov'd, I found it a rival to grief. I prove one with brambles o'ergrown, The woes of my friends are my own. "The sorrow, Maria, that wears What ambition might seek to pour. Yet sympathy warm from my heart tray. O let him not sorrow alone, The desolate victim of fate; "Maria, nay tempt me no more," Said Mira," my pen to resume; They deem it the offspring of pride, My talents are light as the wind. "To error I feel I am prone, I feel it each morning I see ; "The talent that nature bestow'd Is feeble, most feeble, I own, Afar from the muse's abode, I've ponder'd, unsmil'd on, alone. Will not lull his sorrows to rest, Nor strains, though enflower'd by art, Give ease to his tortured breast. "To cheer his disconsolate mind, The sea I as soon could becalm; On the core of the bosom imprest. "The power that meant he should feel The heart that is broken must bind. The strain once so lov'd to resume, Those days of indulgence are o'er, I've wrapt me in apathy's gloom. "Should heaven a favour bestow, This boon, and this only I crave, Once think I crave mercy from them; Know they justice who love to condemn ?" She ceas'd; and I saw through the bow'r, Through parting of leaves I could trace The aching heart's eloquent power JOHN CONRAD & CO. PHILADELPHIA; M. & J. CONRAD & co. BALTIMORE; SOMERVELL & CONRAD, PETERSBURG; AND BONSAL, CONRAD, & co. NORFOLK. FRINTED BY T. & G. PALMER, 116, HIGH STREET. |