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has been transmitted, for examina- obtained a royal patent, that entitles tion, to the Imperial Academy of him to the sole fabrication of that Sciences at St. Petersburgh. article for three years.
A German author, who has late. The supreme court of justice at ly published some statistical obser- Copenhagen lately laid before the vations respecting the state of Eu- king an account of all criminals in the rope, says, that Europe contains Danish dominions (including Iceland 171,396 square German miles, and the Indian colonies), on whom of which France either governs di- sentence has been passed in the year rectly or protects 38,893; that it 1806: in which it is stated that 205 contains 182,599,000 inhabitants, of criminals, 18 of whom were foreignwhich 37,050,000 obey France, orers, were in that year sentenced to enter into its federal system ; that corporal punishment, 5 for murder, there are in Europe 2,549,836 sol. 8 for other capital crimes, 7 for diers, of which France can put forgery, the rest for inferior offen. 854,800 in movement. The total re. ces, and that the number of crimi. venues of Europe he estimates at nals bears a proportion to the whole 1,173,750,000 forins, of which population of the kingdom and colo. France receives about 700,000,000 nies as one to ten thousand. of livres.
Huntingdon, Penn., November 12.
Thursday last was the most remarkable dark day that has ever been witnessed by the citizens of this place. The darkness occasioned by the eclipse of the sun in June, 1806, was nothing in comparison to that of Thursday. The court, which was then sitting, tavernkeepers, and many private fami. lies, were obliged to light candles at 11 o'clock in the forenoon, and keep them burning for nearly two hours ; the fowls went to roost, and every thing had the complete ap. pearance of night. Indeed, it was The opinion of some, that the court ought to have suspended “ the busi. ness of the country ;” as there was every appearance of a sudden termination of earthly affairs, and that they, as well as all others, would soon have to appear before a higher tribunal. The morning had been fogsy, and the atmosphere
te extremely cloudy, but whether that could have occasioned the total darkness at noon, we cannot pretend to say.
Dr. Thornton, says an English print, has laid before the public two new cases, in which the oxygen gas has performed striking cures in asthma : the subject of one of these was a Mr. Williams, who had been afflicted in the most alarming manner for several years, but who, by inhaling the oxygen gas, aided with tonic medicines, was perfectly cured in two weeks. Mr. Williams has been free from asthma upwards of two years since the experiment, which he ascribes entirely to the pneumnatic medicine.
A Swedish naturalist has disco. vered the smallest animal of the order of mammalia that has yet been seen; he calls this animal sorex ciniculatus: it is a kind of earth mouse.
At a Mr. Anderson's, Causewayside near Edinburgh, a hen has hatched 12 birds. What is extraordinary, one of them has four legs, and is doing very well.
A furrier of Copenhagen has in. vented a method of making black About eleven years ago, a large hats of sealskin, for which he has vessel called the Earl of Derby, of Liverpool, was wrecked near Fra. is now equally attentive in feeding serburgh. The wreck was pur. the young. chased by a gentleman soon after, but before he could remove any considerable part of her cargo, which Parpoutier, a celebrated chemist, was bar iron, the vessel was buried has discovered a new species of utiunder such an extraordinary depth lity, besides the nutritive powers, of sand, as to have been effectually in the potatoe, and his discovery has shut up ever since. By a strange been proved in England by stucco revolution in nature, the sand has plasterers. From the starch of powithin these few weeks disappeared, tatoes, quite fresh, and washed but and left the vessel in such a situation once, a fine size, by mixture with that she has been buoyed up, Noated chalk, has been made, and in a va. off, and taken ashore.
riety of instances successfully used, particularly for ceilings. This spe
cies of size has no smell; while A curious experiment has been animal size, putrifying so readily, tried, and succeeded in old Aber- uniformly exhales a most disagreea. deen. Some time ago a gentleman ble and unwholesome odour; the removed the nest of a bullfinch, size of potatoes being very little with four eggs in it, from a hedge, subject to putrefaction, appears and placed it in a cage in his room, from experience to prove more durwhere he kept a cock and hen cana. able in tenacity and whiteness, and ry. The hen immediately placed for white-washing should always be herself on the eggs, and continued preferred to animal size, the decomto sit until she had brought out the position of which always exhibits birds. The cock supplied his mate proofs of the infectious effluvia. syith food during the incubation, and
For the Literary Magazine. Their light alone a torch or lamp,
A tread of horror and of dread. NERBERT AND LUCY; A PATHETIC STORY.
But Lucy cheered his noon's repast,
At eve she met him with a smile; Founded on fact.
Each day seem'd happier than the last,
Their hearts were light and free YOUNG Herbert lov’d, witle heart from guile.
sincere, A beauteous Cornish lass he woo'd; Oh that my tale might finish he
i Oh, that my tale might finish here! He gain'd the heart of Lucy dear,
Oh, that my pen might fail to trace A heart with kindest love endued.
The gloomy woe that hovered near,
And snatched them both from Joy's In wedlock join'd, this happy pair
embrace! Spent some short months of peace
ful joy ; Unhurt by strife, unknown to care, By fate marked out, one hapless day, Their lives pass’d on without alloy. His peaceful home young Herbert
left; Down in a mine's recesses damp, His heart was happy, easy, gay,
Young Herbert's interests often led; Alas! 'twas soon of life bereft.
The sable train mov'd slowly on,
He press'd his suit; her heart he won ; Their eyes were dim, were wet
He prais'd the holy marriage state.
“A month, my love, shall make us one; with tears; And Lucy, all her comfort gone,
Together join'd, we'll smile at fate." Past lingering on, o'erwhelm'd with fears.
Alas, that man will thus deceive!
But one who, smiling, would not Full soon they reach'd the hallow'd
grieve fane : The priest poor Herbert's body
To plunge a dagger in her breast. blest.
In truth, he did far worse than this; dle pray’l, and sure 'twas not in vain,
A moment's weakness Lucy knew; His soul might find eternal rest.
She lost her virtue, lost her bliss,
Then from her arms the villain few. “ Ashes to ashes" now he said;
The earth on Herbert's coffin fell: Seduction was his only aim : Fond Lucy saw; she shriek'd for aid, Alas! two well he aim'd the dart! “And fainting heard his passing He plunder'd virtue's dearest name, sin knell!
He prob’d a gentle, tender heart.
Unfeeling, callous, harden'd man! Impell'd by madness and despair,
Thus to pursue thy hated end ; She onward rush'd, with wild afThus to complete thy horrid plan,
fright; And leave her lost, without a friend. And fled where, nodding high in air,
Hangs dire Marazion's rocky height. No mother, sister, sure thou hast,
Orelse a pang you must have known, Beneath this rock tremendous bu More keen than if the lightning's blast
In wide expanse, the glittring sea ; Had dash'd you lifeless on yon stone. Sparkling with Sol's majestic ray, Poor Lucy now for ever lost
A sight, poor Lucy, lost on thee. The peace which blest her happier state ;
To you all nature cheerless seems : A rose-bud nipp'd by cruel frost
The morning sun imparts no joy; Will emblem well her hapless fate. At eve his glorious setting beams
Doth ne'er thy wilder'd thoughts But still each neighbour strove to lend employ.
Their warmest aid to ease her pain; But keenest woe her spirits rénd,
Profoundest silence reign d around! And all their efforts prov'd in vain. No noise was heard, save Ocean's
roar; In vain they search'd, the wretch to Where the loud murm’ring surges' find,
sound Whose breast soft pity never knew; Incessant lash'd the pebbly shore. Whose heart ne'er felt a joy refin'd, . But still from guilt its pleasure drew. Now Lucy, madd’ning with her woe,
In frantic rage her garments tore! Yet sure, when sickness racks his She wildly view'd the sea below, frame,
Then headlong plung'd to rise no Or wintry age steals o'er his head; more. With deepest sorrow, foulest shame, He'll think on Lucy's fate with Her beauteous form the waves redread.
With murmurs soft they gently rose, Three tedious months she spent in And seem'd as though for her they grief,
griev'd, Her lone companion dumb Despair, Who now had ended all her woes! Her mind was torn beyond relief, For Fate had fix'd his empire there. The morn advanc'd, the day was come,
The neighbours miss'd their maniac This time elaps'd ere Lucy found
friend; That pregnancy increas'd her woes; Some search'd her gloomy, vacant Alas! this truth her senses bound,
home, And Reason's power for ever froze. Some tow'rds the shore thcir foot.
steps bend. She rav'd on Herbert's hapless fate;
And oft she rambled, wan and pale, Along the wave-worn beach they past, Till midnight's hour proclaim'd it late, Some time their wand'ring search With hair unbound that met the was vain; gale.
Poor Lucy's corse they saw at last,
Where loose it floated on the main. And still, as Luna chang'd her form,
Her dire disorder rag'd more fierce; Each wave, as rose the sweiling tide, With bosom bare she'd face the storm, Heav'd the fair form towards the When angry winds intensely pierce. shore;
" Alas! unhappy friend!” they cried, One fatal morn, ere Sol uprose,
" Alas! our Lucy is no more!" Her home she left with ghastly stare :
Their hearts were mov'd at this sad This time of stillness she had chose,
sight, To end her life, to end her care. They wept for her who thus was losta For her whose charms, so gay and of sharp affliction! Widows' sable weers bright,
Soon turn to grey; drop a few tears Were dimm'd by Death's untimely upon 'em, frost.
And dusky grey is turn'd to bridal white;
Then comes the sun, shines through the Her corse with pious care was borne, drizzling shower,
And plac'd within the lonely cot. And the gay rainbow glows in all its coWhere Herbert's faithful love was lours. sworn ;
CUMBERLAND. 'Twas then a peaceful, happy spot.
PITY the sorrows of a pensive mind, With Retrospection's pleasing glance And, while a widow supplicates,
We there beheld content and bliss; attend, In joy then few Life's early dance, Ye gentle-minded masculines, supply An alter'd scene, alas, was this. A friendless female with a tender
friend. « The dismal bell toll'd out for death,”
In solemn tones it call'd her bence; A friend I had, whose memory still is A black'ning train mov'd o'er the dear, heath,
Who lov'd me with Affection's Where rose the village church-yard warmest glow; fence.
'Twas mutual love first led to Hy.
men's shrine, The grave that held her Herbert dear
And form'd for us a paradise bePoor Lucy's lifeless form receiv'd; The friendly throng all dropt a tear ;
low. For Lucy's woes each bosom heav'd,
d. But here no Eden boasts unfading
blooms, They mourn'd her miserable fate ;
Fell serpents lurk near each terres. Not hers the sin, not hers the
trial bower: shame; But deepest woe must sure await
To mar my comfort Death,grim Death The fiend whose arts destroy'd her The fiend whose arts destrov'd her approached,
And all the sun-gilt scene began to fame ;
lour. Whose base, deceptive, hellish plan,
To madness drove a feeling mind. To stay a pale consumption's rapid Alas ! infatuated man!
course, Why are you thus to virtue blind? Vain were my prayers, vain Escu.
lapian aid ; A modest tombstone marks the place Life's loitering wheel at length for Where rest this fond but wretched
bore to turn, pair ;
And my lov'd William sunk in On which an after-age may trace,
death's cold shade. With tearful eyes, a lesson rare. Alike the young and gay may learn
Absorpt in grief, I sank upon the To shun all error as their bane ; May learn Seduction's wiles to spurn, (Sigh answer'd sigh, and groan reTo walk in Virtue's hallow'd train.
echo'd groan); Careless of life, refus'd refreshing
And seemd like iobe, transform'd For the Literary Magazine.
to stone. THE YOUNG WIDOW'S PETITION. To please my friends, and chase those
clouds of gloom, Written for and at the request of Mrs. N. I trod with solemn step the painted
vale ; How Time's revolving wheel wears down The flowers I often water'd with my the edge