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On the Saturday sev'nnight, June Mr Ingram replied, "we, call that an

the *xd, he went to Jultice Fielding't, incised wound."

to give his information against ihe Upon all this, however, it has been

priloners, and there he also saw King, observed, that the words flit and di

who had been taken into cuttody, but vide are not now, nor evA were used

when, or how does not appear. He synonimotisly, and that the word di

amid not swear to King, but believed <vide is not substituted instead of the him to be the fourth of the gang that A word stit, so as to express precisely the

bad beset him. same thing. It is allowed that every

Being bound over to prosecute, he flit is a division; but it is denied that

put an advertisement into one of the every division is isiit; at least, it is

daily papers for Mr Carr, whose name denied that a member or feature is

he did not then know, but whom he flit by every wound that divide/ the

described as the person he had request- fle(h i It is asserted, that to flit is

ed to walk, behind him, to come and pioperly to cut through, and that to jive evidence. B incise, if there is such 3 word, is to

At the sessions held at the Old Bailey, cut in i so that the distinction of an on Wednesday the 10th, and the sol- incised wound is said to be improperlowing days till Saturday the 13th of ly applied to a wound by whicli the Juh, Carrol and King were brought to nostril is cut through. It is alledged their tryal, and the two boys made that as we (hould scarce speak proevidences tor the King. Mr Carr perly, if when a man's arm was cut also appealed, and upon proof of the transversely, we should say his arm facts that have been related in this nar- was slit, lo neither should we speak rative they were sound guilty. Q properly, if when a man's nose has

But though there was no doubt as received a transverse wound, we should

to the fact, there was some doubt, fay that his nose is slit. However,

whether it subjected the prisoners to not to enter into the defence of the

capital punishment. Carrol was tried word incised, as applied to a wound

upon the statute, commonly called through the nostril, it is certain that

the Coventry act, for "that he did lie every flesli wound, not a puncture, it

"in wait, and with malice afore a slit, in whatever direction it is made,

* thought', make an assault on Cran- a slit may be cut in a man's leg as "ley Thomai Kirhy, Esq) with inten- D well cross-way as long-way, and it

** tron to maim and disfigure him, cannot be denied that to make a flit

"and with a certain knife made of is flitting: He, therefore, that makes a

- iron and steel which he held in his flit on the nose, may fairly be said to

"right hand, did flit the nose of the flit it. And the determination of the

•• said Cranlev -." Km% «as indicted for gentlemen on the bench in this cafe

aiding and assisting him. certainly does them honour.

Now as the mere assault with an Carrol and King were executed, purintention to maim, and disfigure, is suantto their sentence on the 31st day not capital, nor the actual maiming E of July last. [See Ififl. Cbron.] and disfiguring in this case, except the nose was flit, the surgeons and SIR

the physician were examined, as to AS miny persons, on account of the pre

tbe nature of the wound on Mr Kir- Jr\. sent drouths, »re afraid of a scarcity of

h't nose, and it appearing to be trans. grain, ple.se to inform your refers, that this

9,uu,".ivc.j TMh»rh«.r th«. Mind never sustained any famine "i want of

wrse, they were asked, whe her the » ^ ^ whea ^ ^ u.

giving such a wound could properly ^^ .^ from n-n ,n

be called stilting; they all agreed that iturfa\ {imiae happened by too much wet,

the word stit was formerly uled for so tn,t whc,t WM then fold at 1/. 41 the inch a wound, and, that to /lit, and to' <jUJftrr. In 1*70, another famine happened

divide, or cut, are synonymous terms t by rain. In 1316 and 133;, by the treat

Mr Inrram said, that Wiseman the au- Hint, wheat rose to 40c. and strong beer then

thor of the celebrated treatise on Sur- rose ro three h.ltpence the gallon. In,143*

•ery, had used the word flitting, for »\I *5»7. .»T «he ««fl"7 TM»» «h'^ *"

^i,„„Ti.WndU gzfSVSLTSE-*kSS?

afced, whether a blow ero/r the arm J price, os grain? an* .11 othe.kind.of would be called a stitiuound, he ans- G ,isiJnl> wete settled. These are only a

wered, that they made no distinction £w 0f ,ne „,,„, lr,n,nttE that miebt b*

Whether the wound was made one produced, to prove, that a seaitity in this

way or the other; the court then said, {slaod was new known tram drought, but •*

"Suppose they had flit ibt nostril," tvomuthtaio.

Poetical Essays J AUGUST t?65:

Journal of a Tour from Rotterdam through Au "slrian Brabant, and Flanders.

fa ar. Epistlz fe a friend in England.

(Continuedfrom p. 334..^

FROM Brufsth soon next morn we went,
Stow'd in the Diligence * to Ghent.
And (pardon it if a digression.)
Saw by the way a droll procession,
Made up of a wild rabble rout,
Who tore the air with many a shout,
Dress'd in a thousand antic shapes.
And brisk, and frolicksome u apes.
Some were on horseback, some on soot,
Some with one spur on, some one boot,
And studious to enhance the fun,
Some carried pistols, some a gun.
Their martial air would not alarm ye;
'Twai much like our good burgher army f:
For lo! whene'er to fire they try'd.
Some wink'd, and turn'd their heads aside.

These left, we onward laughing went,
And got, at dinner time, to Ghent,
And with good appetite, thro' fasting,
Put up at the inn of St Sebastian.
Here, as they had done at other places,
Our Englijh friends fat making faces
At this, and that, and t'other diih,
Nought was according to their with.

f r and I fell smart to work,

And play'd a vigorous knife and fork,
While they, tho' hungry all, fat mumbling.
And all the time we eat, were grumbling.
Nothing we said could yield relief,
They sigh'd for pudden and roast beef.

This town is old, and nearly round,
And spreads a vast extent of ground.
Here pompous churches we beheld.

And numbers of them worth observing;
The priests with pride and plenty swell'd,

The tatter'd common people starving.
Hence our three Englijh friends light hearted,
From t—r and your servant parted,
And in a barge, that fair and huge is,
Went on a fine canal to Bruges,
Thence reach'd Oftend the wiuVd-for strand,
Embark'd and gain'd their native land.
This they resolved on a sudden,
Smit with the love of beef and pudden.

My friend, and I, hence held our way
Precise at noon tide reach'd Courtray,
And there din'd at a publick table,
Where you'd have thought yourself at Babel,
To hear, in loud vociferations,
The languages of different nations.
Sure never sounds did worse agree,
Now Tatv Mjn beer; now, Sr vout plait
Now, Sir, I'm glad lo fie you. Whither
D'ye Iravel next ?—then altogether.

Yet in this strife I can declare p

The Englijh language had its share; >

(Not meerly because 1 wai there.) )

For in the midst of all this coil,
From Parit, by the way of Lijle,

* So the Stage Coaches are called in France and Flanders.

■f- The train bandi here, tvhich are much of the Jam heroic stamp mitbyouri at London.

Just as our ord'nary was feady,
Arriv'd 'squire AJhhy \ and his lady,
With two or three companions more.
Whom, tho' we'd never seen before,
We greeted joyfully, which they
With equal pleasure did repay.
Their fine behaviour, sense, and part)
Struck us at once, and won our hearts,
Wejbak'd, and laugh'd, and could not quit
Their company without regret,
But part we must, each bent on journey,
They bound to Gbtnt, and we to Tournay.

When there arriv'd, we search'd in vain,
For something that would entertain.
Then to our inn, to sooth our care,
Sharp set we bent our steps, and there
(O let it not Tournay disparage)
For supper had a cow's miscarriage.
So tender 'twas, as well as small,
We eat up gristles, bones and all j
Good humour ne'ertheless we kept,
Then drank a cbearful glass, and slept.

With early morn, from slumber's trance
We start, and mount the Diligence.
And in one hour (it damp 'd our joy)
Reach'd the fam'd field of Fontenay,
Where Britain's sons, as bold as lions,
Bid France's numerous host defiance,
And mow'd their battle down—with fear
Pale Louis shrank behind his rear,
And thought himself scarce safe e'en there
In courage, not in numbers, strong,
Their dreadful column moe'd along,
Swept, like a thunder-bolt, the plain,
And majk'd its way with heaps of slain,
By numbers wearied out, not beat,

By friends forsook, they fcorn'd to fly, And gain'd more glory in retreat.

Than some have done by victory. From thence to Mons we rode that day, (A town of which, I've nought to fay,) Thro' a fine country all the way, Where Ceres spreads her gifts around, And laughing harvests deck the ground. The farmers little more than glean 'em, For Church and Queen share most between 'em.

Of all your thieves, sure Abby-Lubbert,
Are some of the worst kind of robbers.
That eve awsy to Biencbe we bore,
And quarter'd at the Mouton d'Or §,
From whence, next ndon, thro' uncouth ways,
NamUre receiv'd our dusty chaise.

Neman with various beauties crown'd,
Wherr-r'er you cast your eyes around,
Presetits a scene exceeding fine.
Where Bacchus' gifts with Ceres' join.
Here, wood-crown"d hills majestic rife,
There verdant vales attract your eyes;
While, serpentine, the chrystal Ma'jt
Along the smiling valley strays.

Here with terrific martial frown,
A citadel o'erlooks the town.
So strong both art and nature make it,
You'd think old nick could never take it;
Yet 'twas by our third William won,
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Next, if 'iwa needful, I could shew ye,
How, down the Matst, we s.iil'd to Iloty,
Delighted on the gurgling tide.
With charming views on cither fide,
Of rocks, woods, vineyards, fields of corn,
Whate'er a prospect can adorn.
— How thence, in open boat degraded,
With scolding, heat, and thirst, quite jaded,
We got to Litgt, a black-guard place,
Where'a much religion, little grace.
—How to Mjtfiricbt we came and took
Departed thence to Boil It Due;
From thence to Dort, aod home, but fearing
1 mould not make it worth your hearing;
This long epistle hen I'll end,
And am, your Servant, Sir, and Friend,

B. S v.

dfy os a Wi r. L sound in tbt House os an old Bachelor, very lately dtetasea.

WITH a mind quite at ease, in the even-
ing of life,
Unincumber'd with children, relations, or'wife;
Not in friendship with one single creature alive,
I make my last Will in the year Sixty-five.

How I leave my affairs tho' I care not a straw,
Lest a grocer should start up my true heir at law;
Or of such in default, which would prove a worse

thing My lands unbequeath'd should revert to the K-g,

I give and bequeath (be it first understood,

I'm a friend, & firm friend, to the general good;

And, odd at I seem, was remark'd from my

youth, A stickler atall times for honour and truth)

To the peer, for his mirth-making catch**,

And for aiding hia friends in the warrant dis-
patches;
For a life of example, so great in the end.
Through interest led to betray his old friend.

To ——, the bully, and scourge of the law,
Whose art is to make, then be paid for a flaw j
Who impartially pleads, 8c with justice decides,
And takes, without scruple, a fee from both sides;

give new, I fay, all my pers'nal affairs, With my lands in see fitnf le, to them and their

heirs; As I mean by this act, in a word, to set forth My real attachment to honour and worth. It's true, 1 might give (so may many more stilly A mite or two more to our Patriot Wrj. L; But there's brother Fynsent, withal not to mention How warm the hoy is with his Majesty's Pension,

Lima,

L I N E S h Praise (/MIRTH.
By Mr W O T Y.

LET others, anxious for a lasting name,
Bow down submissive at the gate of lame;
Immortal wreaths beseech her to entwine,
-And make their future memories divine;
What boots the bubble praise that fame can give,
That praise unheard, when they no longer live!
As to myself, when I resign my breath,
And lie extended in the house of Death,
I value not what friend (if friend 1 have)
With fading lie were may idly dress my (rare;

Or who awhile may quote my trifling layt,
And kindly give some little share of praise t
So little fend of what the world calli Fame,
As diet my body, so r wish my name.
Mean while, each brisk emotion a: I seel,
I'll play with Mirth, and trip up Sorrow's heel,
Sure some blithe spirit smil'd upon my birth;
For since I rambled on this speck of earth,
I've lov'd to laugh, tho' Care flood frowning by,
And pale Misfortune roll'd her meagre eye.

While easy Conscience buiidi her easy nest
Within my bosom, and sits there at rest,
Why not indulge the sallies of the seal?
Why stop the tides of pleasures u they roll?
Shall peevish veterans, of rigid mould,
Who think all wisdom center'd in the old,
Shall such (though aged merit I revere)
Blockade my fancy in its bold career?
No:—Light of heart, as long as health remains,
And guides her puppet spirits through my veins,;
Thro' life's thick bustle I will edge my way,
And join the laughing chorus of the day:
Though Jhort-liv'd wit should ridicule my name,
And strive to brand me with the mark or shame;
Tho' fools, who form no judgment of their own,
Whom nature never meant to think alerte;
Who deal out praise at random, or condemn
(Or right, or wrong, 'tie all the fame to them}
Though such insult me, calmly shall I sit.
And grin at folly, as I laugh at wit.

With just so much religion in my hurt. As will, I trust, secure my deathless part; With pure contentment ever in my sight, That makes the weight of poverty seem light; With two such friends, ye grave ones, tell mawhy, Tell me, in sober sadness, shall 1 try?

To DAMON.

WHEN Damon afVd me for a kiss,
The favour I refus'd;
He vow'd he took it much amiss.

Nor would be thus amus'd,
Platonic Love was all a jest,

And though be much admir'd
The polish'd soul, yet that at best

But languid joy inspir'd,
Convinc'd, he lov'd with ardent truth.

Nor false did pretend;
With soft desire, and glowing youth,

Why soould I then contend?
Yet hear me, Damon, while I tell

A Rose's hapless fate,
Whose blooming pride, as it besel,

Thus haften'd on iti date.
This liow'r, a garden's lovely boast,

With blushing sweetness grew;
A wand'ring youth the farterre croft.

And sew its beauteous hue.
Impatient of the fragrant prize,

He robs the flow'ry tree;
But soon iti transient sweetnesi flies,

A scentless weed to see:
Then, from his bosom quickly thrown.

No longer gives delight;
The bloom its faded leaves had known,

Quite wither'd from the sight.
Such is the fate of ev'ry maid,

Whose unsuspicious mind

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Yields when designing youth persuade,
To love ii to be kind.

0' shield me, Virtue, from the snare,
With coldnesa arm my breast,;

Modest Reserve be all my care,
True Love's unerring test.

When tender awe, and due respect,

Each word, each action piJtt, I'll not resist the soft effect,

But yield to virtuous love. While then, impertinently free,

You urge a bolder flame,

1 hear regardless every plea,
And bid you think them vain.

VERSES to Lord G Y.

Written in tie Tear 1763. TJRictis'd too long at Cirri's cup to sip, [lip; W^ Dasli, dash the sparkling poison from thy Break thro' the wanton's charm, her every wilej Disdain the gricfless tear, and purchas'd smile. O uruch-lov'd G—y' not for these were given, For these mean ends, the precious stores of Heaven. Good-nature, where all And themselves at ease, Far, pleas'd itself, it never fails to please; Honour, plac'd centinel, to give th alarm. And warn the virtues of approaching harm; Courage, that braves the danger of the field; Justice, that flies to spread her guardian shield Before Oppression's arm, high-rais'd to wound Weak Innocence, laid prostrate «n the ground j Pity, alive to feel another's grief, Alive to feel, and quick to bring relief; Anxious, neglectod worth to seek, and chear, To stop Want's cry, and dry up Sorrow's tear t With all these virtues still we ask one more, We boldly alk, in alking for the poor; For England, poor and fall'n! Can she demand Aid, and thou stretch not forth thy filial hand? Fae to her foes close-leagu'd her fame to blot, Tfa' apostate Whig, mean Tory, guileful Scot, The State's disease! rouse, chase them from the

throne; Assert thy country's honour, and thy own.

W.
Te Mist E. S,

FAired Nymph of all the train,
Which on tfycomb't lowing plain

The sinking Sun surveys,
Rambling to the verdant grove,
Scene of pleasure and of love.

Now burnisiVd with his rays,
Ai in this smiling landscape fair;
(Woods and meads beyond compare,

The valley, bill, and Steam)
Beauties so in Thee combine,
Only sweeter far are thine,

Thou lovely nymph supreme!
•See yon glorious golden Son,
To the Earth his bright beams down

Delight and plenty bear!
He's the image of thy mind,
.Glittering .with thoughts refin'd,

While .goodness too is there,
Pardon me, that I assay
To the joblic, in my lav.

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On EVENING.

The second Attempt of a young Lady, not yet fourteen Years of Ago.

'ASTE, beauteous Ere, to dose the eye of

To loo:h each pain, and drive each ore away;
To charm the soul of labour to repose,
While breathing zephyrs lull the folding rose;
To ease the anxious heart of thrilling fear.
When Aait'ring hope deludes each swelling tear.
Now wild ambition plans each airy scheme.
And wither'd envy blasts each pleasing dream.
Now contemplation wings her sober flight,
And pours her secrets in the breast of night.
The silent moon steals on by flow degrees,
And seems to whisper to the listening trees.

AuevTruce ivitl< Ha or nits and Vy.t. us. Sung by Mr Lowe at Marybone Gardens.

MYself between Vemt iniBaccbut I'll poise,
And 'twixt their two scales fix my ba-
lance of joys;
'Tis true, that they both have their charms,

when apart,
But blended, they double the beat of my heart.
With rage on his brow, it contempt in his eye,
Baccbut throws down his cluster, and gives me

the lye; No female, fays he, /hall partake of my throne, A rival I hate, and I'll govern alone. Dear Venui in turn her dominion maintains, Asserts her controul o'er the nymphs and the

swains, Upbraids me for kneeling at Baccbut't shrine, And strictly forbids me the juice of the vine. One scolds me, because I am fond of the bowl, The other, 'cause woman (hares half of my soul: I boldly declare, for all projects I've try'd, No moral his pastime can better divide. Why then let 'em wrangle, what is it to me? I warrant my conduct shall make 'em agree; As one to prefer to the other I'm loth, I'll love, and I'll drink, and be pleasing to bath.

A CANTATA,

Sung by Mist Brent at Vauxhall.

Recitative.

O Damon, still you strive in vain,
Clarhda't slx'd resolve to move,.
My heart, alas, may feel the pain,
But justly scorns the guilt of love.
Ai a.
Is this, ye powers, his boasted flame"

O by, is this his only end'
And can his love destroy the fame

His truth and honour mould defend I O for a thought so meanly base,

Th' ungenerous youth (hall surely find. The heart that could admire h'S fact, Can still detest him sot bis mind.

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List •/ Both publisted 5 mitb ExtraBi. . In win for right the royal stranger ery'e",

I.TNteresline,historical cvents,&c,relative That right hii sluescnjoy'd her lord deny'd {

J_ to the provinces of Bengal, and the Yon inmost grove oft heard her moornfol tale,

empire of Indostau; with a seasonable hint Her sorrows spread along this silent vale;

and persuasive to the honourable the Court Till Fate in pity call'd her to the shore,

of Directors of the East-India company. As Where lust and tyranny oppress no more,

also the mythology and cosmogony, fasts Thrice happy change! where royal virtus

and festivals ostheG«i/»M, followers of the « _. g'i«»"d.

Sbastab. And a dissertation on the me- A The aged and the orphan .re reliev d:

tempfyehofis, commonly, tho' erroneously AJ!d th»nlffu.1 widows crowd the open d door,

called the Pythagorean doctrine. By J. Z. Wnere mttt,nt ">«!««» complain d before.

Uohvrll, Esq; Part l.—Butet and Dt Hordt. By this extract the reader will fee that

This part contains, 1/7. A short history the versification of this little piece i» exsjf the succession to the empire of Jndojlan, tremely harmonious, and that the sentifrom JUrcnsub to Mahomet Shaw. idly. ments are poetical: The sentiments, howTransactions in the Sabahdaary of Bengal, B ever, in the following extract, are more from the government of Jjffitr Kban, to than portieal, they are coon, the usurpation of Aliverdi Kban. with a re • Here let the huntsman wind the echoing lation of many extraordinary particulars horn,

relating to Aliverdi, and his brother Hodjee Cheer his swift steed, & wake the rosy morn;

Uamtt. %dlj. A summary account of the Let dogs and men in noisy concert join,

province, of Bengal, its principal towns, And sportsmen call the harmony divine:

their bearings and distance from each o- The muse delights not, fond of pensive ease,

ther and from Calcutta, wkh an estimate of C In dissipation, or pursuits like these,

their revenues. And thou, sweet thrusli! prolong thy;

The next part is to contain, 4. A sum- , . «m"ro"» t«le.

wary view of the fundamental religious te • \? ,,hJ »<"ft»"then d song delight the vale I

nets of the Ger.tMl, followers of the Sha- iaitD d",h ' b"n"? '"'J' ,ot ,hee'

stab. 5, A short account from the 54- *mg°n' "A s0?* th' Th" P'°««T.

a u -t .1,. • _ r.k Ij ■ Come, peaceful precepts! of the Samtan fare,

fiab of ih' creauon of the ""»*> T uni- ^ Unben«f the ^i andPcotD ,n iron , , l »

jrerse. 6. The Gent* manner of eomput- » Wfulevtr Uw, (hort.nghted man may make,

Stig time, and their conceptioni touching Who cannot give, can have no power to take,

the age c/tbe worlds, and the period of their He, and be only, who could life bellow,

dissolution. 7. An account and explana- May call his blessing from the realms below,

tion of the Gentoo lasts and festivals, with jjet shaggy bears, that proul Afs/twis'l

a representation of their grand feast of the shore, [gore;

Drugab, comprising a view of their princi- Stain their fierce daws, or dip their tongue in

pal idols, and the genealogy of their fufar- This does not equal human beasts of prey,

dinate deities, i>. A dissertation on the What they for hunger, we for pleasure Hay.

Centoo doctrine of the metempyebofis. Nor is this thirst of blood to man confin'd j

(Of tbt part of tbe work avw published, w S*« 5"~~— • » {"HC of the fairer kind I

stall rive an epitome in our next.J Pardon me, you ! whose nobler tears can flow

„..,/_. _ ,„ For ought that suffers misery below;

a. Ksmbelton-Park; a poem, Dodstey. Who mrink t0 rob the in(t& of itl ^

Kmbolton-Park belongs to KimbtUm-CaftU, Or bruise iu offspring in the opening nowert now a feat of the Duke of Manchester, in Your form, your fears were by great Heav'o

Huntingtonjbire. This place was the retreat * design'd

of Katharine of Spain after she had been At once to charm and humanize mankind, divorced by Henry the Vlllth, and she died When nature fair from her Creator sprung,

here, a] it is supposed, of a broken heart. And wond'ring aagels hallelujah's fung, The author, has improved this incident The sylvan scene, blest seat I to man was Into a polite complement to his Grace, 10 giv'n,

whom he confesses great obligations, in the The "theft bounty of indulgent Heaven.

following verses: rj To Peace then sacred be the shady grove I

When hapless England felt a tyrant's sway, Be tht,e no ma'mTM beard-but those of And that fierce tyrant fell to lust a prey, . '""'

Here fill'd with grief an injur'd princes. • sled Lo'e>"'" from nolsc "d *"'"> hiUnt' thf From (hort-liv'd grandeur, ond divided bed: _. E,ade,

Oppression spread her horrors o'er the plain, The """■I fountains, and the silent shade, And all thy sweets, Kimbolton I bloorn'd in I«fp"e» each warbling fongfler in tbe bow'r, vain. Breathes in each gale, and blossoms in each

For not the fragrant breath of rosy snorn, e &oma'

Nor tuneful lark on rising pinions borne, „ In another part the author justly een

Nor all the verdure of ihe blooming spring, "sure* the present rage for cutting down Can to the broken heart lost pleasure bring. trees j and it Is certainly most " devoutly

In England then the sons of frerdom slept, to be wished" by all that know nature. And druopmg virtue o er thr rr ashes wept :. ,nd possefS tast<!f ,hat try heir WM not

* Catherine of Spain, '< foe to tbe Drjait of bit father, weeds."

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