following manner, are an excellent manure, especially for stiff foils.

Make a large heap of dung and earth; two load of earth to one load of dung, placed in alternate layers to rot; when it has well fermented, A turn it, and mix it, and leave it fome time longer to mellow.

With this compoft, mix foap-afhes, in the proportion of one load to ten, and leave the whole to mellow toge. ther.

About the end of September lay ten cart loads of it in little heaps, on every acre you intend to fow with wheat; fpread it immediately, and after fowing the wheat broad caft, plough it in.

B

This management will produce a clean crop, free from fmut or weeds. IV. As an improvement in the C broad-wheeled waggon,it is proposed that the fore wheels be 6 inches wider afunder than the usual distance, and the hind wheels eight inches nearer ; the track instead of nine inches, will then be fixteen: And the hind wheels running eight inches nearer than ufual, the tract will be juft the proper width for all quartering carriages to run in; the encreafed width of the fore axle-tree will facilitate the turning of the carriage as the wheels will not touch the lock fo foon by three inches.

V. Horfes will fometimes ftand in the stable till their legs fwell, and they contract other diforders hard to be cured. It has hitherto been difficult to make them lye down, but this may be effectually done by the following method:

D

Take a piece of ftrong pack thread and tye it as tight round the horse's tail as poffible, without breaking the F fkin, and the nearer the rump bone the better; this will give him a pain in the back, & he will try every pofture to get eafe, at last he will lie down, which, finding the most easy posture, he will take a liking to it.

Remarkable Addrefs to bis Majefty from bis new Subjects the French Inhabitants of the Island of Grenada.

Moft gracious Sovereign,

You

G

Our new subjects of the island of Gre-
nada, humbly beg leave to throw
H

By a general act relating to waggons, poft laft feffions, waggons, &c. with ginch wheels, fo conftructed, as to roll 16 inches furface, are to pay but half toll; nine inch wheels not fo conftructed, to pay twice, and Barrow wheels three times as much.

themselves at your Majesty's feet, to renew their oath of allegiance, and implore your royal proteftion.

Thefe fubjects, given you by the hands of victory, and deftined to tranfmit by their off fpring, to lateft pofterity, the glory of your arms, blefs the God of Hofts for having placed them under your Majefty's dominion, fince Fate was to remove them from that of the Prince under whofe power they were born. The glory in being able, from the foot of your throne, to admire in their new mafter the fovereign of the feas, the conqueror of the age, the pacifier of Europe, and the il luftrious object of the love of the moft floue rishing of all nations,

What may not thefe happy Britons pro mise themselves from the fequel of a reign fo fhining in its beginning! and how flattering is it to your subjects of Grenada, to be intitled to partake, in time to come, of the fplendor and glory which your Majefty gives to Great Britain, and to the name of British fubjects,

If the valour and Atrength of your Majefty's arms are proved (as in effect they are) by a rapidity of conqueft, of which the astonished aniverfe fcarcely finds any example in hiftory; your treaties with your enemies render equally memorable your benevolence for all mankind, the greatness of your soul, and the profound wisdom of your councils.

Your Majefty, in giving peace to Europes has acquired as much glory as advantage; and your goodness to the inhabitants of your conquefts, in granting them the free exercife of their religion, and, as far as the laws will per mit, the privileges of Britons, proves to the world, thet your Majefty defires only to reign over happy fubje&s.

There is indeed nothing wanting to make them compleatly happy, but the favour they hope your Majefty will grant them, of enjoying, without diftinétion, every advantage of British fubject,

What may they not hope from your Majefy's goodness, after the proof given this colony of Grenada, of your paternal tenderness in appointing her a Governor, who, after ha ving diftinguished himself by his valour in the conqueft of the neighbouring iflands, is by his abilities, and the goodness of his heart, become the object of the admiration, the cone fidence and affection of the conquered people, and that in a manner as honourable to himself as advantageous to his country.

We befeech your Majefty to permit us to affure you, that your Majefty has no fubjects more faithful and thankful; more jealous of the fupport and increase of your glory; none in whole hearts you reign more fovereignly, and who are more warmly difpofed to Terve their new country, with their lives and fortunes, than your subjects of Grenada.

May it pleafe the Sovereign who protects Kings, and fearches hearts, to watch inceffantly on the prefervation of your Majeñy, to compleat your glory, and atteft the fincerity of our fentiments and rowe.

Journal of a Tour from Rotterdam through Au.

Hete numbers of each order shine
With vifage rofy as their wine.
Their jolly paunches (well they ftore 'em)
Walk on a yard or two before 'em.
With folemn air, and Lordly mien,
They ftrut behind a double chin:
With florid dew laps, large and banging,
O'er more than half their blue bands hanging,
That should one try, in brief, to trace
Their breadth, and jollity of face,
Their own back fides would furely be
The most expreffive fimile.

Here too we faw the begging crew []
With longer beards than Turk or Jew's
Who never wear a bit of linnen,
Or to do pennance, or to fin in ;

Who have no ftockings, fhoes, or breeches,
And fay they're mortify'd to riches;
It may be, but not one in twenty,
You'd think was mortify'd to plenty.

Thefe nafty fons of holy floth,
Wear a long gown of coarse brown cloth,.........
Long as your clergymen's, or longer,
(Not Edinburg can fmell muck ftronger)
And tramp the country round in pairs
To beg their fare, fay mafs, read pray'rs,
And help fome families to heirs.
From town we rode an hour or two,
On Scheid's delightful banks, to view
A Pallace-Abby, that commands
A wide extent of fertile lands.

There Bernard's white-gown'd fons with glee
Fatten on fruits of piety.

Their num'rous chambers, church and choir,
And curious pulpit we admire.

And in their moat faw large carp rowl,
Call'd by a brother of the cowl.
His while they obey, and fpread
The furface, to regale on bread,
Carp jottling carp, each morfel fnap,
Like monks when fcuffling for a cap.
Having feen all we went to fee,
We entered the refectory,
There took a glass of wine, and then
Well pleas'd, to Antwerp rode again.

Here morning, noon, and night, your ears
Are tunn'd with tinkling bells for pray'ts,
And thoals of people, high and low,-
Are hourly sunning to and fro,
In dread of facerdotal birch,

To thie, and that, and t'other church,
And faints, and fhrines, and priests revere,
As Indians do the de'il for fear.

For Saints O Rome! to fwell thy gains,
Are plenteous thro' thy wide domains.
But if a Dominic, † or Francis,
Mad with enthufiaftic fancies
If Loyola, and fuch as thefe,
Sworn foes to focial faith and peace;
If fuch who ruin round 'em hurl'd,
And were the firebrands of the world,
If fuch the name of Saints must bear,
Pray tell us what thy Sinners are?

(To be continued.) 333
On the Death of the late HENRY VERNON, Efq;
O foothe with flattery the man of pride,
Τ Poor tho' I am, I'd fcorn to condefeend:
Then fure the mufe will deign her bard to guide
Who Vernan mourns, of human kind the friend.
From death to life, did gracious heaven allow
That virtue fhou'd her votaries reftore,
Thefe tears (a tribute due) wou'd ceafe to flow
In grief for Vernon, now alas! no more.
By ruthlefs fate condemn'd a life to lead
Obfcare, unknown, ill fuited to my mind;
Till God-like Vernon, deiga'd to hear me plead,
And bad me hope a kinder fate to find.
Then all enraptur'd, how I rambled o'er
Each pleafing fcene gay fancy cou'd prefent,
And felt a blifs to me unknown before,

The dread of want exchang'd for calm content.
The fportive Mufe then flightly skim'd the lawn,
Or fipp'd from cow-flips the ambrofial dew,
Or fung the beauties of the grey-ey'd dawn,
E're fair Aurora rifes to the view.

But envious clouds th' enchanting fcene o'erfpread,
And all my faireft hopes involv'd in night:
For fate had number'd Vernon with the dead,
And caft me friendless, from my fancied height.
Now to dark cells, where dull defpair and grief,
(Twin fifters) reign in folitary state;
Penfive I wander, hopeless of relief,
And almost murmur at unerring fate.

See the Angler's dialogue. Dial. vii, l. 161175, to which I am greatly indebted for the defiption of the moat and carp, and have the bonour to rank the ingenious author among my particular friends,

The founder of the inquifition, and the order of
Dominican Fryars.

1 Founder of the Mendicant Fryars.
The founder of the order of the Jesuits.

But come philofophy, thy friendly aid
Will, tho' it cures not, mitigate my woe,
And dove-like, patience, heav'n defcended maid,
On me thy forrow-healing balm below.
Walfal, June 10, 1765.
S. CHATTERTON,

Ode on bis Majefty's Birth-Day, June 4. 1765.
Written by Wm Whitehead, Efq; Poet Laureat,

H

I.

AIL to the rofy morn, whole ray
To lustre wakes th' aufpicious day,
Which Britain holds fo dear!-
To this fair month of right belong
The feftive dance, the choral fong,
And paftimes of the year.
Whate'er the wintry colds prepar'd,
Whate'er the fpring but faintly rear'd,
Now wears its brightest bloom:
A brighter blue enrobes the skies,
From laughing fields the zephyrs rife

On wings that breathe perfume,
The lark, in air that warbling floats,
The wood-birds, with their tuneful throats,
The ftreams that murmur as they flow,
The flocks that rove the mountain's brow
The herds that thro' the meadows play,
Proclaim 'tis Nature's holiday.
II.

And fhall the British lyre be mute,

With oaten reed, and paftoral flute,
Nor thrill thro' all its trembling ftrings,
Whilft every vale refponfive rings?
TO HIM we pour the grateful lay!
Who makes the feafon doubly gay j
For whom, fo late, our lifted eyes
With tears befought the pitying skies,
And won the cherub health to crown

A nation's prayer, and ease that breaft
Which feels all forrows but its own,

And feeks by bleffing to be bleft.
Fled are all the ghafly train,

Writhing pain, and pale disease:
Joy refumes its wonted reign,

The fun-beams mingle with the breeze. And his own month, which health's gay livery wears,

On the fweet profpect smiles of long-fucceeding'.

WIT

years.

To a Young Lady, on ber fine Ear for Mufick,
ITH joy, fweet Refalind, we hear
That Mufic has enrapt your ear:
O may no barfb difcordant ftrife
Far on the tenor of your life!
May Harmony all cares affwage
From sprightly youth to folemn age;
Keep time, and lend an ear to truth;
To folemn age from sprightly youth
Take Virtue for a leflon fair;
Let Honour be your favourite air:
Hold, as your happinefs you prize,
In concert with the good and wife.
When the connubial jeys you prove,
Such be the symphony of Love,
That you may deem your ravish'd cars
Imbibe the music of the spheres.
And when this being of a day,,
Like fome foft found, has died away;
May you with angels join to fing
Praife to the Great Eternal King.

MAJOR.

Additional Stanxas to the Song in our Magazine of A Prologue written by David Garrick, Efq; and Spoken by Mr LovE, on opening the new Theatre on Richmond-Green.

THE

N liquid pearl, muft thofe fine eyes
Diffolve, to yield base envy joys?
Thole eyes have rais'd their rival's grief,
And hardly thus can give relief,
In modern, as in times of old,
Envy with Merit ftill makes bold;
The feather'd thief, without difpute,
Wounds nothing but the fairest fruit
Were you lefs beautiful and young,
The box would ne'er to you belong ;
Its fude contents here let us fift,
Ite paper-rufet, caps, and fhift;
This mockery on modifh drefs
Affects not you, but ugliness;
Each homely Madam alters Nature,
By drefs affects the charming creature ;
Can purchase hape, and fham complection,
Silks, patches-all-but men's affection.
But you with native charms furprize,
Which modes improve not, but difguife.
No wonder, whilft you thine fo bright,
That Envy fickens at the fight.
Leisefler, June 18, 1765. BICKERSTAFF.