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maniac, who passed by, and taking a large horseman's pistol out of a handkerchief in which it was concealed, shot the Doctor in the back. The pistol was charged with three bullets; one passed through the coat without doing any injury, one entered the hip and passed out

at the groin, and the third entered the

back near the kidneys, and lodged in the intestines. The last wound proved mortal on the second day. The perpetrator of this deed was instantly arrested and committed to prison; but so far from manifesting any compunction, he triumphed in the act. Being brought up for trial, he refused to employ counsel, and declared that he would put any lawyer to death who should dare to charge him with insanity, or to urge it in his defence. His trial has been postponed until January next. From all of the circumstances, there appears to be little doubt that the unfortunate wretch is actually deranged. Having been carried home, and being surrounded by a crowd of anxious citizens, after first calling their attention to what he was about to utter, he said “I know not if these wounds be mortal; I

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am not afraid to die; but should that be my fate, I call on all here present to bear witness, that I consider the unfortunate perpetrator of this deed a lunatic, and free from guilt.” During the two days that he lingered on the bed of death, he alone could survey without emotion the approaching end of his life. Death had for him no terrors—and on Monday the eighth of May, about seven in the morning, . “. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.” Such was the character of David Ramsay. His numerous virtues were, indeed, alloyed by some faults, but whatever they were, they were such as sprung from the head, not from the heart. Beside other tributes of respect paid by the inhabitants of Charleston to the memory of their lamented fellow-citizen, the several societies of which he was a member resolved to wear mourning for thirty days; a funeral sermon was preached by the Rev. Mr. Palmer, and a public eulogium was delivered by Robert Y. Hayne, esq. by appointment of “the Literary and Philosophical Society of South Carolina.” Analectic Magazine of Philadelphia.

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of Mr. Smith, a bookseller, living at the Princes Armes in Pauls Church Yard, 26 draughts of the inhabitants of severall remote parts of the world, espetially the East Indies, they are marked thus, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,8,9, 10, 11, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 24, 25,26, 27, 28, 29, 30, and the names of most of them writ on the backside wth my hand, those whose names are not writ, if yu know them not I will get explained here, the Brasilian Canibals (of weh there are one or two), are easily known; but since there was not the names of the particular nation from weh they were taken, I would not add them myself. For the excellency of the drawing I will not answer, they being done by my boy, who hath faithfully enough represented the originals they were copied from, soe that one may see the habits and complexion of the people, which was the main end they were designed for, and therefore you must excuse them if they be not excellent pieces of painting. I also put into the hands of the said Mr. Smith, a little box, filled wth the seeds and husks of Foeniculum Sinense, the husks have a very fine aromaticall taste, and are used by the Muscovites to be mixed with their Thè, as I have been told, which is not, I imagine, the most sotish thing they are guilty of. If you think the seeds will grow, and you find to spare, I would be glad you would send two or three of them, in my name, to Jacob Robert, the gardener at the Physic garden in Oxford, who may endeavour to raise plants from them ; he is a very honest fellow, and will not be unwilling to furnish you with any curiosities of that kinde. Morery, I finde by your soe of ten mentioning it, lyes heavy upon your hands, not that you are weary of the book, but are impatient till I have it. I tell you truly, if I had a better friend to whose care to commit it till I return, I should presently ease you of it; but if you cannot be easy in your conscience till you find it wholly in my possession, I must beseeche you yet to have the patience, till I bethinke myself how to dispose of it commodiously; you are one of those scrupulous friends that cannot be at rest till you have more than quitted scores (for soe yr exact putting them to account gives me reason to speak),

with the kindness of your friends. In o Dr. Guerellon and you are met; and I, who am of a more loose and carelesse temper, am pleased to see that this mie humour has a little perplexed one or both of you, for I find the doctor is in pain that he cannot finde. Gorlaeus, and the other books you desired. I most earnestly wish your health, and am, dear sir, Your most humble and most obedient servant, J. Locke. I was told you promised to enquire of Serjeant Maynard for the herb which cures the leprosy; give me leave to aske you whether you have done it. Tis not fit soe useful a thing should be lost. For Mr. Wm. Charleton, to be left with Mr. Wm. Garret, merchant, in Limestreet, London. Bibl. Sloane, 3962. xxxvii. Letter from Mr Abn Cowley, to John Evelyn, esq. Barn Elms, March 29, 1663. Sir, There is nothing more pleasant than to see kindness in a person for whom we have great esteem and respect, not the sight of your garden in May, or even the having such a one, which makes me the more obliged to return you my most humble thanks for the testimonies I have lately received of yours, both by your letter and your presents; I have already sowed such of your seeds as I thought most proper upon a hotbed, but cannot find in all my books a catalogue of those plants which require that culture, nor of such as must be set in pots, which desects, and all others, I hope shortly to see supplied, as I hope shortly to see your work of horticulture finished and published, and long to be in all things your disciple, as I am in all things now, Sir, your most humble and -most obedient servant, A. Cowley.

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1816.]: XXXIX. Slavery.

Villainage and personal slavery longer in England than Ital

the following fact in Don Greg rulli's History of the Monastery 2 Angioli at Florence, p. 248, printed at Lucea, in 1710, in 4to. where, speaking of the foundation and endowment of the Camaldolese Nunnery of Lucca, in Muow gelle, he recites many tenements and o, lands in different places, “ Eccetuando i Servi, e le Serve, a quali diede Libertà essendo costume in quei Tempi, che i Padroni non solo avenono il Dominio n' Terreni, ma ancora ne' midesimi Lavoraiori, come si pratica in oggi in PolIonia.” This was in 1101. Cole 46, 352.

XL. Episcopal Economy.
The daily expences of the Bishop of
St. Andrews, and his servants, being a
prisoner in Winchester Castle, in the
year 1306, for siding with his own king,

Robert Bruce, was— s, d.
For the bishop's own daily expeace 0 6
One man servant to attend him 0 3

One boy to attend-likewise 0 13,

\ A chaplain, to say mass to him daily 0 1; so - 1 ()

Cole 41, 181. o x L.I. Letter from Francis Earl of Bedford and Mr. Thomas Randolph, to the Council of England, respecting the death of David Riccio; dated Barwick, 27th March, 1566. The queen's husband being entered into a vehement suspicion of David [Riccio, that by him something was - committed wch was most agst the queen's honour, and not to be born of his part, first communicated his mind to George Douglass, who, finding his sorrows so great, sought by all the means he could o to put some remedy to his grief, and * communicating the same unto my Lord Ruthen, by the king's commandment, no other way could be found then that David should be taken out of the way, wherein he was so earnest, and daily | pressed the same, that no rest could be had until it was put in execution.

To this was found good, that the

Lord Morton and Lord Lindsay should

be privy to the intent, that they might

have their friends at hand if need re

quired. * * * * Upon the Saturday, at 3 X

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night, near unto 8 of the clock, the king

conveyeth himself, the Lord Ruthen,

Geo. Douglass, and two others, thro' his own chamber by the privy stairs, up to the queen's chamber, going to which there is a cabinet about 12 feet square, in the same a little low reposing bed and a table, at the which there was sitting at the supper the queen, the Lady Argyle, and David with his cap upon his head. Into the cabinet there cometh the king and Lord Ruthen, who willed David to come forth, saying, that was no place for him; the queen said that it was her will. Her husband answered, that it was against her honour. The Lord Ruthen said, that he should learn better his duty, and offering to have taken him by the arm, David took the queen by the blychtes of her gown and put himself behind the queen, who would gladly have saved him, but the king having loosed his hand and holding her in his arms, David was thrust out of the cabinet, thro’ the bed-chamber, into the chamber of presence, where were the Lord Morton, Lord Lindsay, who intending that night to have re

served him, and the next day to hang

him, so many being about him that bore him evil will, one thrust him into the body with a dagger, and after him a great many others, for that he had in his body above * * * wounds. That is told for certain, that the king's own dagger was left sticking in him; whether he stuck him or no we cannot know for certain. He was not slain in the king's presence, as was said, but going down the stairs out of the chamber of presence.

There remained a long time with the queen, her husband and the lord Ruthen, and she made, as we hear, great intercession, that he should have no harm. She blamed greatly her husband, that was the actor of so foul a deed; it is said, that he did answer, that David had more company of her body than he, for the space of two months; and, therefore, for honour and his own contentment. he gave his consent that he should be taken away. “ It is not" saith she, “the woman's part to seek the husband; and, therefore, in that, the fault was his own;” he said, that when he came, she either would not, or made herself sick:

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well, (saith she) you have taken your last

of me, and your farewell; “then were

pity,” saith the Lord Ruthen, “he is your Majesty's husband, and inust yield duty to each other; why may not I (saith she) leave him as well as your wife did her husband 2 The Lord Ruthen said, that she was fully divorced from her husband, and for no such cause as the king found himself grieved. Besides, this man was mean, base, enemy to the nobility, shame to her, and destruction to herself and country. Well, (saith she) that shall be dear blood to some of you if his be spilt. “God forbid,” said the Lord Ruthen, “for the more your grace show yourself offended, the world will judge the worse.” Her husband this time speaketh little, herself only continually weepeth. Before the king left talk with the queen, in the hearing of the

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had, there is much spoken. Some say, in gold, to the value of 2000l. His apparel was very good, as it is said; 18 pair of velvet hose, and his chamber well surnished, armour, dagger, pistols, harquebasses, 22 swords. He had the custody of all the queen's letters, which all were delivered unlooked upon. We hear of a jewel that he had hanging about his neck, of some price that cannot be heard of. He had upon his back when he was slain, a night-gown of damask, furred, with a sattin doublet, and hose of russet velvet.

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The Cornishmen, for wrestling famous long,
With wrestlers blazon'd on their bannerstall,
Heard echoing far their hollow hills among,
Above good, under ground, brisk honor's
Call ;
Forth they are sallied many hundreds strong
I'rom their tin-mines, to bide the sun-beams

gal Jabbering King Arthur's and St. Agnes' praise; Their Earl Godolphin's will who but with joy obeys

A crowd of Welshmen, arm'd with their long knives,

By David Gam, the never-slinching, led, Fond of their leeks, but reckless of their lives,

Hopeful of booty, to Southampton sped. Each can repeat whence his descent derives,

To Taliessin back, and Lhevoed. Like an old Druid harping, Israel's king, Who *; the Lord of Hosts, drawn on, their - ag they bring.

With clothes and armuure wrought in curious frame, To music timely stepping all as one, Conjoin'd with Middlesex, the Londoners came, By the red cross, and eke the dagger, known; (To glory in the assassin's badge, O shame! In Walter's fall to glory---hearts of stone : Pick'd men, most graceful, buxom, debonair, They seek the applauding gaze, and eye the simpering fair.

And hundreds more, of whom Saint George would tell To Saint Cecilia all the broider'd show, . Hoping that she some human breast would swell With strong desire to blazon here below, By words that die not in the lonely cell,

the great substance he [David].

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More ships succeed, and quit the shouting
Three cheers each jolly crew at parting

asks: Crowdslend a hand to heave aboard the stores, Upcrane the cannon, roll the water casks, Fetch the cramm'd knapsacks for the eager goers, And warm theirardorfrom the brandy-flasks. Some promise to upclimb the light-house spire, To catch the last last view, or feed the 'farseen fire.

The Royal Henry was too huge to moor
In less than gun-shot of the pile-propt kay;
In boats, where music tim'd the swashing oar,
The king and chosen comrades put to sea:
They wave their helmets to the crouded shore,
And join a head, with undissembled glee,
Slow floating forth the triple-masted launch :
$nores her descending sail, and swells its milk-
white paunch.

At first they stagger on the rocking deck,
Catch at the shrouds, or to the long boat
Thence to the lessening throng repeat their

bec Shout, or “ Saint George for England” gaily sung ; Qr on some green sequester'd woody speck, And the white hut beneath, far-gazing cling, Which past the dying eye shall slit again; 'Twas on dear England's soil, but ah! regret is vain. END OF THE FIFTH SITTING.


written IN A PARTERRE IN the spring of 1816.

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From these dull skies to climes of fairer

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