The next meditation is on the poor females who live in London by prostitution. Mr Lloyd is a person of great charity, and cannot bear to think ill of any one. Indeed, his charity has made him a fatalist; and immediately upon this lament over the daughters of frailty, follows a metaphysical discussion on that ancient and everlasting puzzle in morality in which, if he is not very orthodox, he is certainly very amiable. We must give a few stanzas from his address to these wretched women.

-I cannot let this theme pass by Without a notice of commiseration, On those poor outcasts of society, Who seem the refuse of thick population. Poor wretches! many times, to pacify

The pain inflicted by your reprobation, I have retired, to thoughts of Him, who taught,

"Where little's given, little shall be sought."

You have no children to lisp your returning,

When at night, slowly, and with watching weary,

You lift the heavy latch; no hearth is burn

ing,

Seen by whose light, a husband's smile may cheer ye!

No meal domestic, which the gladden'd yearning

Of human souls for comfort, shall endear t'ye.

Yours is all penury, or ribald riot;

Your glazed eyes glitter with a gloating gladness.

We must omit the metaphysical discussion of the question of ""fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute," in which, however, there are some striking and acute observations eloquently expressed, and shall pass on to the stanzas which close the first part of the poem-in which religious faith, struggling with the constitutional melancholy of the poet, produces, we think, one of the most deeply affecting and eloquent passages that we have ever read. We shall give it in full, nor do we make any apology for the length of the quotation; but we must then quit Mr Lloyd for the present, though with the intention of again returning to him, and following him through the remainder of his musings.

Ye who of sorrow never knew the smart,

Little can ye the feeling comprehend Of him who has that deadness of the heart, That even friendship ceases to befriend. To soothe those sorrows which have coun terpart,

Those sorrows which in turn each man

attend,

Is like to vesting money, whence we may Be paid with interest on some future day.

But dumb those sorrows are which dry up all

The secret springs of life; and make all toil

quiet.

I cannot so profane a thinking nature,
As to suppose deliberate rejection
Of virtue's ways, forms the o'er-ruling fea-

ture

Of the pale tribes of forfeited protection. I can't but think their destiny's the crea

ture

Of fortuneless mischance, and that reflec tion,

Useless-to cultivate the parch'd, chapp'd,

Of men, no more such vast receptacles Shall need, as thou art! Safety, that prescribes,

And Commerce, which, as her sure triumph, hails

Such mighty haunts, where human kind imbibes,

As from a common source, one hue, that
dwells,

One dominating prejudice-on all:
No more shall eulogize a city-wall.

Then meek-ey'd Saviour! shall thy triumphs be;

The hungry shall be fill'd, the thirsty quaff

Springs of ineffable immortality!

Love, then, in full fruition, on the staff(On which it, weeping, lean'd, when contumely

Was its sole portion from this world's vain chaff,)

Love on that staff shall gaze still, and behold

A lambent sceptre of far-beaming gold! Reign of the Eternal, come! But how can I, With my unhallow'd voice, thy glories speak!

Few have more cause to wish thy victory! Cours'd by more scalding tears than mine, what cheek?

Thine Advent, few more cause to dread to see!

To hide how many sins, in vain, I seek? Come, Saviour come! to Thee the victory be!

Shame and confusion of the face to me.

My heart is dry! if I, at all, can paint The gladness of thy Advent, 'tis that,

driven

By a sad contrast, though in accents faint From inanition, words to me are given. A soul forsaken, whom corruptions taint, Who knows that Hell, cannot but talk of Heaven!

To it but to imagine th' inward peace
That God may give, is his sole happiness.
Whate'er the theme with which my will I
task,

If aught its aid, except religion, ask,
My will, against my will, directs my pen,

Thither, unconsciously, it turns again.
Or else beneath an ill-adapted mask,
And worn not gracefully, since worn
with pain,

To be revenged, at wretched wit it aims,
Whose fraud, its incoherency proclaims.
God of all mercy! at this very hour,

This hour to me of permeating fear: When I feel crushed, and crumbling 'neath thy power

See! if my speechless throe thou canst Is there a soul, whom sorrow doth devour, not hear. As it does mine, beneath this starry God!-Father!—it is night, and silence sphere? all!

None hear me; and e'en thou but see'st

me call.

would require a literary Briareus to describe its merits in detail, since it boasts of nearly as many authors as pages. We have not even room to extract any one of the pieces which make up its motley contents, yet we think it but fair to transcribe the title. We shall only add farther, that notwithstanding the quaintness of this title, the idea of the book is good, and the execution respectable; and the author deserves credit for venturing out of the beaten course, and boldly seizing every thing valuable that fell under his eye, though boasting of no higher origin than the columns of a magazine or newspaper. The compilers of such collections have, in general, thought it befitting their dignity to draw their materials only from grave and bulky volumes, as if it were an established maxim that those works which appear but once should last for ever, and that every thing to which the word quarterly or monthly was affixed should last no longer than its title indicates. Such compilers seem to be unconscious of that recent and wonderful revolution in our literature

which has placed our most brilliant and able writers, in the list of contributors to periodical publications;— and, though this portion of the press will always furnish a large allowance of refuse, and a multitude of articles whose importance dies with the day that gave them birth, it is no less true that it affords many of the finest specimens of eloquence and reasoning to be found in the language, and which succeeding ages will hold too precious to be lost.

The humorous little adventure

which follows, is not extracted from the Scrap Book, but may, without any impropriety, be introduced into the next edition of that work. It is taken from a rhyming epistle written by a respectable English clergyman in this city, to a friend in London.

The porter enjoying the joke, answer'd drolly,

"Thus caught in the fact, to deny it were folly,

"Tis a corps, sure enough, makes the sack look so big,

And a very fine subject,-as fat as a pig." Then producing the porker, thus jeeringly spoke,

"A fool's often chous'd by a pig in a poke, So by seizing my pig for a corps, it is clear, You got, like a fool, the wrong sow by the ear."

Thus laugh'd at and jeer'd for mistaking his work,

By the swinish Plebeians of Orater Burke, The runner sneak'd off, and the porter in glory,

Repaired to my house with the pig and the

Here

You justly might vote my small pig a great

bour.

Boue's Geology of Scotland.-We have great pleasure in recommending this work to the particular attention of geologists. It is by far the best general account of the geognostic structure of Scotland hitherto published, and does infinite credit to the industry and learning of Dr Boué. We feel confident, that this young and enterprising observer will contribute in an eminent degree to the progress of geology, and continue to reflect honour on that school where he commenced his auspicious career.--Edin. Phil. Jour.

Discovery of Green Fluor-Spar in Banffshire. As fluor-spar is one of the rarest of our Scottish minerals, we are happy to have an opportunity of adding a new locality to those already known, by informing our readers, that James M. Hog, jun. of Newliston, has lately discovered a great variety, associated with green antimony in a calcareous-spar, on Lord Fife's estate, near the town of Keith, in Banffshire. It occurs massive and disseminated, but was not observed to be regularly crystallized. Mr Hog found, that when exposed to heat it became remarkably phosphorescent. Edin. Phil. Jour.

Clay-slate Axe found in a Whale.-Mr John Murray has favoured us with a draw. ing representing a piece of clay-slate which was cut out of the blubber of a whale in Davis's Strait by the carpenter of the "London" Greenlandman of Montrose. It had sunk to a depth of from 18 to 20 inches, and the wound had cicatrised. It is neatly ground, presenting the knife-edge, and seems to have armed an Esquimaux lance.-Edin. Phil. Jour.

Expeditions to the Frozen Ocean.-The patriotic Count Romanzow has again fitted out two new expeditions for the discovery and investigation of unknown countries. One of the expeditions is to endeavour to travel along the solid ice on the coast of Tschutksi from Asia to America; the other to ascend one of the rivers in the north-west coast, in order to penetrate the unknown space which is between ley Cape and Mackenzie's River.-Edin. Phil. Jour.

Heads of New Zealanders. Among several curiosities which have lately been presented to the Museum of the Liverpool Royal Institution, are two specimens of New Zealanders' heads brought into this country, and presented to the institution by Captain Anstess. It appears that there is a custom among the people of the country, perhaps "better honoured in the breach than the observance," of drying, pickling, or preserving the heads of their chiefs or friends who have fallen in

battle, as a mark of honour or attachment. The mode in which this process is effected, is by extracting the medullary substance, and leaving the entire skin, which is fastened by a slight hoop or ring within the skull. It has the perfect appearance of the human countenance, and not near so disgusting as might be at first supposed. The head, like many others, is hollow, the counte nance fixed, and the teeth exhibited as in a laugh. It is also quite dry, and not the least offensive in the smell or touch. The skin has rather a dark and dingy cast, and very finely tattooed in the style and fashion of the last New Zealand mode. The teeth seem very perfect but small, as if they had been much worn and used. Owing to the exertions made by our missionaries to destroy the practice, we understand the price of heads has been considerably raised. These cost twelve guineas.

Pedo-Motive Machine.---Dr Cartwright, in announcing the invention of the Pedo-Motive Machine, observed that he should not despair of seeing, in a few years, carriages of every description tra velling the public roads without the aid of horses. His expectation has been already in some degree realized. A traveller on the road between Tunbridge and Hastings, lately met a cart loaded with coals, travelling without horses, impelled by an apparatus managed by two men, which had been invented by Dr Cartwright. Its pace was uniform, and varied very little whether it was on level ground or going up hill, provided the carriage was not overloaded. On coming to descend a hill, instead of locking the wheel, considering how heavily the carriage was loaded, it was suffered to run down with unrestrained velocity, much faster than any prudent man would have ventured in a gig. The same vehicle has since brought a load of vege tables to Covent Garden Market. After what was effected by Mr Birch, it seems disgraceful that more has not been done in this way.

Mildew. Dr Cartwright has discovered that a solution of common salt, sprinkled on corn infected with mildew, completely removes the disease. In the year 1818, he was engaged in a series of experiments to ascertain the minimum of salt that would be required to destroy vegetation in certain weeds, as coltsfoot, bindweed, the common thistle, &c. The salt it was found had very little effect on weeds or other vegetables, when they had arrived at that stage in which they cease to be succulent and are becoming fibrous; but as soon as the rain washed the salt down to their

roots, if in sufficient quantity, they languished and died. The experiment was tried on a piece of wheat, and the result such as was anticipated, and without any injury to the wheat, salt having no injurious effect on fibrous matter, whether vege. table or animal. The expence in this case ceases to be an object; for six or eight bushels will serve an acre, which, at the price of salt applied to agriculture, will be under twenty shillings, and this will be more than repaid by the improvement of the manure arising from the salted straw. Two men, one to spread, and the other to supply him with the salt water, will get over four acres in a day. The operation of the remedy is very quick in less than eight and forty hours, even the vestiges of the disease are hardly discernible. Its efficacy has been completely verified by more recent experiments.

Caves at Ellore.-An officer who accompanied General Sir Charles Colville in his tour and inspection of the Deckan, gives the following description of the memorable Hindu Caves at Ellore. They are 18 miles from Arungabad, and consist of more than twenty excavations in a rocky mountain, which forms a semicircle of a bout 2000 yards. The largest of the caves is called Khylas, or Paradise. It is cut through the solid rock, and no other material is used. The chisel seems to have been the only tool employed. A most beautiful stone temple is formed, adorned both inside and outside, with figures in basso relievo, and separate figures of the most exact symmetry, representing all the Hindu gods, their conquest of Cey lon, &c. There is a space between the scarped rock and temple, with galleries, and a veranda under the former, in which there are 50 gigantic figures, with symbols of their history, &c., forming the whole Hindu mythology. The dimensions of this cave are 240 feet in length, 140 in breadth, and the scarp 90 feet in height. The temple has a moveable appearance, from elephants, tigers, &c. being cut un derneath the floor, which appear to support the whole building; the heads and part of their bodies only being exposed on the outside. Many of the other caves are equally extraordinary. There are flying figures, women, and all the fanciful tales of the Hindus, admirably depictured in stone. There is a miser about ten feet in height, with his mother, wife, and children clinging to his legs, whilst a thief is taking off his treasure. The general report is, that they were made about 1000 years ago, when the Boodh or the Brahmin religion was in the greatest splendour, and that they were used for schools, religious rites, &c. and the residence of their priests. There is a profusion and minuteness,

elegance and lightness, in the figures beyond description. The whole of the or. ders are displayed on the pillars, which are cut out as if to support the rooms inside.

Fall of a Mountain into the Moselle.On the 8th July 1820, a part of the mountain called Sept-Heure, (Sichen-RithrenBerge,) situated near the Moselle, in the circle of Cochenim, and ten leagues from Coblentz, fell into the river. It had for many years given indications of a progressive movement.

More than twenty vineyards have been destroyed by it. Another mountain, called the Chaudron, (den Kessel,) exhibits numerous crevices, and threatens to stop the course of the Moselle by its fall.-Journal de Physique.

Ancient Classics.-Baron de Niebuhr, Prussian Ambassador to the Holy See, has discovered and published several MS. works hitherto unknown. They are chiefly fragments of Cicero's Orations Pro M. Fonteio and Pro C. Rabirio; a fragment of the 91st book of Livy; and two works of Seneca.

Egypt. There have been lately imported at Trieste, samples of sugar cultivated and refined in Egypt. The Pasha has also established manufactures of cotton, silk, and cloth, under the direction of his favourite Jussuf. He invites Europeans from all countries, to exert and make the best of their talents and industry. He has his ships and materials also from Europe. The brother of Jussuf is settled at Trieste, as the Pasha's principal agent. About twenty other agents are employed in different countries, forming commercial relations.

The grand canal of Ramanieh, from Cairo to Alexandria, was finished about the end of January last. The Paslia proceeded to inspect the various works that have been executed according to his plans.

Vaccination in China.-J. Livingstone, Esq. surgeon in China, writes from Macos, 25th March 1820, that he is quite astonished to observe in the periodical publications, that the vaccine question is still agitated. "We have no doubt here," says he, "and I sometimes vaccinate 500 a week, and for the last ten years may set up a claim to an experience on the subject, which, when compared with that of your noisy and angry disputants, would place theirs as nothing; yet no failure has occurred in my practice."

New Holland-In 1818, a printing press was set up in Hobart's Town, Van Dieman's Land, New Holland. The first book from this press is the history of a fugitive exile, named Michael Howe, who, at the head of twenty-eight other runaways, disturbed the tranquillity of the colony for six years. The work derives importance from the singularity of the circumstances, and from the story.

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