advancement intended to revive any argument unfavourable to his cause, to which I am a sincere well-wisher. H. Translation of a written Memorandum from the Nawaub Mirza Ali Khan, who was long resident at Benares, to Mehadi Ali Khan. During the period of my abode at Benares, my eldest son being taken ill of a bad kind of the small-pox, one of my friends, a Hindu, named Slookum Chund, pointed out to me, that there was in the city, one Aless Choby, a Brahmin from Oude, whose practice was chiefly confined to that malady. I therefore sent for him to the town of Ghazeepoor, where I dwelt, and he arrived on the ninth day of the eruption; on seeing which he observed, that if the eruption had not taken place, he would have endeavoured to facilitate it; but that now it was too late. On asking him what his process was, he answered:-" I keep a thread drenched in the matter of the pustule of the cow, which enables me to cause an eruption on any child at pleasure, adoring, at the same time, Bhowanny, (who is otherwise called Debee Mata, and Seetla, and who has the direction of the malady) as well in my own person, as by causing the father of the child to perform the same ceremonies; after which I run the drenched string into a needle, and drawing it through between the skin and flesh of both arms, leave it there, which operation always ensures an easy eruption, on the first appearance of which, the child's father, or guardian, renews his worship to Bhowanny, and presents his lap full of grain to the sacred ass, on which this god. dess rides. These observances ensure the propitious direction of Bhowanny, so that only a few pustules make their appearance, nor does any one ever die under this process. Upon referring this subject to a native well versed in the learning and customs of the Hindus, I learnt, that the practice was not general among them, but confined to those who were faithful worshippers of Bhowanny. He possessed little information with respect to the practice, but understood that cows were subject to have pustules break out on them, from which the matter was ta ken, which produced the above salutary effects." HISTORIANS. GEORGE THE SECOND. EVERY thing in his composition was little; and he had all the weaknesses of a little mind, without any of the virtues or even the vices, of a great one. Chesterfield. The personal character of George II. was truly worthy and venerable. An excellent king. Dr. Chandler. Archbishop Herring. Avarice, the meanest of all passions, was his ruling one; and I never knew him deviate into any generous action. His charity was liberal and extensive. Chest. Dr. Chandler. We wish to expatiate on his munificence and liberality; his generous regard to genius and learning; his royal encouragement of those arts, by which a nation is at once benefited and adorned. Smollett. He had a contempt for belles-lettres, which he called trifling. He troubled himself little about religion, but jogged on quietly in that in which he had been bred, without scruples, doubts, zeal, or enquiry. Chest. He had unquestionably a very high sense of, and regard for Deity. His regard to the public offices of religion was remarkably grave and serious, strictly attentive, &c. Dr. Chandler. He had that humanity and tenderness of mind, the very or dering to execution, malefactors that were unfit to live, was a painful part of his duty. Dr. Chandler. His heart always seemed to me to be in a state of perfect neu. trality, between hardness and tenderness. life. He had no favourites, and indeed no friends. Chest. Chest. Dr. Chandler. Never more beloved and honoured than in the decline of Dr. Chandler. For above thirty years I was always near his person. He died unlamented, though not unpraised because he was dead. Chest. QUEEN CAROLINE. Queen Caroline had lively, pretty parts. Chesterfield. Queen Caroline was a princess of uncommon sagacity. She had made so great a progress in literature, that she became an umpire in one of the most abstruse points of metaphysical reasoning that was ever agitated,-the doctrine of free will and fatality, as disputed between M. Leibnitz and Dr. Clarke. She often conversed with men of learning, and bewildered herself in their metaphysical disputes, which neither she, nor they themselves, understood. Her royal consort, in her, always found a wise and faithful counsellor. Cunning and perfidy were the means she made use of in business, as all women do, for want of better. Neither esteemed, beloved, nor trusted, by any body but the king. No princess ever lived more in the love and esteem of all who knew her than she did. After puzzling herself in all the whimsies and fantastical speculations of different sects, she fixed ultimately in deism, believing a future state. Her pious firmness is likely to be rewarded. GEORGE THE THIRD. Bishop Burnet. Memorandum.-ADOLPHUS, BELSHAM, and others, to be com pared hereafter with future historians. I LE POËTE MALGRÉ LUI. "Tout ce que n'est point prose est vers." MOLIERE. MR. EDITOR, RISE from the perusal of CUMBERLAND'S John de Lancaster, fully confirmed in the impressions, which your just review of it had stamped on my mind, and repeating the apt quotation, which an ingenious correspondent of yours made on a similar occasion, "Who would have thought the old man had so much blood in him?" CUMBERLAND'S style is certainly elegant to the very last; but did it not strike you that, where he has polished the most highly, he has actually rubbed his prose into regular heroic verse? I will transcribe a few passages of this kind in lines of ten feet each: as I scrupulously abstain from altering, adding, or deducting a single word, a half line will occur now and then; but as it is, the SOUTHEY and WORDSWORTH School will call the measure by far too melodious and artificial. "Come then, my friends, rejoin'd the good old man ; We'll call him out, and take a turn or two The sun is pleasant, and though mother Nature Begins to put her winter garments on, Yet she looks cheerful, and invites us forth." "This said, she gave her hand to him, and smil’d : "Still the chaste maiden, and the prudent wife. D D-VOL. VI.* Vol. iii. p. 96, 7. Ib. p. 108. Shall turn these leaves with no revolting hand, Whether in novel, drama, or. in poem, I love the mirror that presents mankind In amiable lights; nor can I think That frowns or wrinkles are a mark of wisdom; Of critic or philosopher." "Where then can a heart-wounded man like me, All my "In me at least that rival is not found. Would I could see him !-an exalted being, That but to guess at what he wishes done, Invention to that lamentable test. Your grandson, Heaven preserve him, willed me To string my tuneless harp afresh, And second Mr. Williams in a strain, Melodiously adapted to the words, Which he will chaunt," Ib. p. 105, 6. Ib. p. 106, 7. This does not all flow like Shakspeare and Fletcher; but we must take the rough with the smooth. Sept. 29. I am, Mr. Editor, Your obedient servant, |