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sight of his own door, by the wretched am not afraid to die; but should that be maniac, who passed by, and taking a iny fate, I call on all here present to large horseman's pistol out of a hand- bear witness, that I consider the unforkerchief in which it was concealed, shot tunate perpetrator of this deed a lunatic, the Doctor in the back. The pistol was and free from guilt." During the two charged with three bullets; one passed days that he lingered on the bed of death, through the coat without doing any in- he alone could survey without emotion jury, one entered the hip and passed out the approaching end of his life. Death at the groin, and the third entered the had for him no terrors--and on Monback near the kidneys, and lodged in the day the eighth of May, about seven in intestines. The last wound proved the morning, mortal on the second day. The perpe- "He gave his honours to the world again, trator of this deed was instantly arrested His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.' and committed to prison; but so far from Such was the character of David manifesting any compunction, he tri- Ramsay. His numerous virtues were, umphed in the act. Being brought up indeed, alloyed by some faults, but for trial, he refused to employ counsel, whatever they were, they were such as and declared that he would put any sprung from the head, not from the heart. 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.

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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.

THE BRITISH MUSEUM.

Consisting of Original Papers in that National Depository.

XXXVI. Mr. Locke to Mr. Wm. Charleton. in a condition to doe it by an answer to

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Amsterdam, 12 Aug. 87.

the

what he demands. In the meane time, Dear sir, pray doe me the favor to informe him CANNOT but take kindly from Dr. that I remembre that a friend of mine, Goodall any service that he has one Mr. Charleton, had, by the use of done yu, and he cannot obleige me more tobacco in snuff, contracted at Montpelier than by putting it to my account, wch is a continuall head-ach, which, upon with great justice donne, since there is forbearing of snuff, left him again, whenoe thing that more nearly concerns ther this at all concerns your present case me then yr health. When I write to him I beseech you consider, and if fashion has I shall acknowledg it, and also recom- prevailed upon you to doe yourself harme, mend it to him as an interest so pro- to quit it agn. I with the more imporperly mine, that he may assure himself tunity presse this, because I remember of it, if he administers any thing to ye it was with great instance and violence recovery of yr health, he truly takes care I extorted that pleasure from you, wch of mine; I have not had time since the perhaps forgetfulness has suffered you to receit of your letter yesterday, soe to in- return to ag". I have already spoke to forme myself as to answer all the parti- a friend of mine to get for yu any rarity culars of his soe as I desire, for wch I that he can light on in the East India must beg you to excuse me to him, with fleet, wch is now here every day expectthe returne of my thanks, till I shall be ed. I, the last week, put into the hands

Your most humble and

be left with Mr. Wm. Gar-
ret, merchant, in Lime-
street, London.

XXXVII.

Sir,

Tis not

Bibl. Sloane, 3962. Letter from Mr Abm Cowley, to John Evelyn, esq.

Barn Elms, March 29, 1663.

of Mr. Smith, a bookseller, living at the with the kindness of your friends. In Princes Armes in Pauls Church Yard, this respect Dr. Guerellon and you are 26 draughts of the inhabitants of severall well met; and I, who am of a more loose remote parts of the world, espetially the and carelesse temper, am pleased to see East Indies, they are marked thus, 2, 3, that this mie humour has a little per4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, plexed one or both of you, for I find the 19, 20, 21, 22, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, doctor is in pain that he cannot finde and the names of most of them writ on Gorlæus, and the other books you dethe backside wth my hand, those whose sired. I most earnestly wish your health, names are not writ, if yu know them not and am, dear sir, I will get explained here, the Brasilian Canibals (of wch there are one or two), most obedient servant, are easily known; but since there was J. LOCKE. not the names of the particular nation I was told you promised to enquire of from wch they were taken, I would not Serjeant Maynard for the herb which add them myself. For the excellency cures the leprosy; give me leave to aske of the drawing 1 will not answer, they you whether you have done it. being done by my boy, who hath faith- fit soe useful thing should be lost. fully enough represented the originals For Mr. Wm. Charleton, to 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 often 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),

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 defects, 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.

Bibl. Birch, 4107. xxxvIII. Epitaph on Richard Smith, an Idiot at Colne, in Lancashire. If innocence may claim a place in Heaven, And little be required from little given, A world of bliss.---What can the wise have My great Creator has for me in store

more?

Cole MS. 31, p. 221.

XXXIX.

Slavery.

night, near unto 8 of the clock, the king Villainage and personal slavery lasted conveyeth himself, the Lord Ruthen,' longer in England than Italy, as by Geo. Douglass, and two others, thro' the following fact in Don Gregorio Fa- his own chamber by the privy stairs, up rulli's History of the Monastery degli to the queen's chamber, going to which Angioli at Florence, p. 248, printed at there is a cabinet about 12 feet square, Lucea, in 1710, in 4to. where, speaking in the same a little low reposing bed of the foundation and endowment of the and a table, at the which there was sit

XL.

Cole 46, 352.

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.

who

Camaldolese Nunnery of Lucca, in Mu- ting at the supper the queen, the Lady gelle, he recites many tenements and Argyle, and David with his cap upon lands in different places, "Eccetuando his head. Into the cabinet there comi Servi, e le Serve, à quali diede Libertà eth the king and Lord Ruthen, who essendo costume in quei Tempi, che i willed David to come forth, saying, that Padroni non solo avenono il Dominio was no place for him; the queen said n' Terreni, ma ancora ne' midesimi La- that it was her will. Her husband anvoratori, come si pratica in oggi in Pol- swered, that it was against her honour. Ionia." This was in 1101. 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, 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 re10 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,

For the bishop's own daily expence
One man servant to attend him
One boy to attend likewise

A chaplain, to say mass to him daily

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XLI. Letter from Francis Earl of Bed ford 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 There remained a long time with the Douglass, who, finding his sorrows so queen, her husband and the lord Ruthen, great, sought by all the means he could and she made, as we hear, great interto put some remedy to his grief, and cession, that he should have no harm. communicating the same unto my Lord She blamed greatly her husband, that Ruthen, by the king's commandment, was the actor of so foul a deed; it is no other way could be found then that said, that he did answer, that David had David should be taken out of the way, more company of her body than he, for wherein he was so earnest, and daily the space of two months; and, therefore, pressed the same, that no rest could for honour and his own contentment, be had until it was put in execution. he gave his consent that he should be 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 required. **** Upon the Saturday, at 3 X

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: MON. MAG. No. 285.

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well, (saith she) you have taken your last Lord Ruthen, she was content that he of me, and your farewell; "then were should lie with her that night * pity," saith the Lord Ruthen," he is * your Majesty's husband, and must yield * duty to each other; why may not I (saith she) leave him as well as your wife did her husband? 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 shew 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

Of the great substance he [David] had, there is much spoken. Some say, in gold, to the value of 20001. His parel was very good, as it is said; 18 pair of velvet hose, and his chamber well furnished, 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.

Cotton. MSS. Caligula. B: 10.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

AZİNCOUR continued.

N the church-steeple of Saint Margaret,
To see the English troops from England

torn,

A bevy of the saintesses are met;

Each in her shrine on angel-shoulders borne
Swoop'd from the higher heaven in gliding state,
To gaze with melting eye, and inly mourn.
A glow of northern lights and shooting stars
Mortals below behold, and augur bloody wars.

First to Southampton came the men of Kent.
An armed hand above a forest rear'd
On many a targe the painters had besprent,

And on their ensign ladies work endear'd:
With it the word "Unconquer'd" proudly went.
Before them strode their earl, as yet unfear'd,
One day he hopes for deeds a motto bear,
Since Harold's day of fate his fathers chose to

wear.

The Hampshiremen have met them as they

came:

Three lions passant banner'd they expand, As Bevis bore, the eldest son of fame,

And guide their brothers to the tented sand. Next peers the checquer'd flag of Nottingham, Where Robin Hood the bowyer has his stand. 'Twas well with England, when, in every shire, Men dar'd to right their wrongs, nor fear'd a lordling's ire.

New stores and troops arrive with every hour.
The lagging baggage-waggons oxen drag.
Down the north road see men of Oxford pour;
A white bull wading, pictur'd on their flag.
Richard de Vere, their earl, of knights the
flower,

Whom college metres made in Latin brag.
Their chaplain for a master clerk they hold,
Who deftly means to pen the deeds he shall

behold.

The Cornishmen, for wrestling famous long,
Heard echoing far their hollow hills among,
With wrestlers blazon'd on their banners tall,
Above ground, under ground, brisk honor's
call;

Forth they are sallied many hundreds strong
From their tin-mines, to bide the sun-beams

Jabbering king Arthur's and St. Agnes' praise;
gall,
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-flinching, led,
Fond of their leeks, but reckless of their lives,
Each can repeat whence his descent derives,
Hopeful of booty, to Southampton sped.
Like an old Druid harping, Israel's king,
To Taliessin back, and Lhevoed.
Who sang the Lord of Hosts, drawn on their
flag they bring.

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More ships succeed, and quit the shouting shores:

Three cheers each jolly crew at parting asks:

Crowds lend a hand to heave aboard the stores, Upcrane the cannon, roil the water casks, Fetch the cramm'd knapsacks for the eager goers,

And warm their ardor from 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: Snores 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
spring,
Thence to the lessening throng repeat their

beck,

Shout, or "Saint George for England" gaily

sing;

Or on some green sequester'd woody speck, And the white hut beneath, far-gazing cling, Which past the dying eye shall flit again; 'Twas on dear England's soil, but ah! regret is vain.

END OF THE FIFTH SITTING.

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'Tis that Eliza, loveliest form of life, That breathes in Wiltshire's beauty-boasting vale;

There veils her peerless charms in groves all rife With every sweet Spring's opening blooms exhale.

There, while in envied privacy she dwells,
Her soul attun'd to Virtue's purest chord,
A placid smile lights up her cheek, and tells
The joys of conscience are her best reward.
My vagrant heart! what cap'st thou wish for

more?

At others' pleasures why should'st thou

repine,

Where Nature boasts of matchless charms a store,

And blooms so fair to every eye but mine? Wither, ye hosts of flowers! in vain to me

The bashful crocus points its golden cone; Or bright jonquil it joys me not to see, The fairest gem that burns on Flora's throne. Ye violets, no more impart delight,

Sweetest of flowers, that crown these laughing days;

Ye kingcups, stars of earth, shut up your light, Nor mock my grief with your exulting blaze. The birds sing blithe---they hop from spray to

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To the Indian wild-wood bower! Where the tyrant's frown cannot daunt thee, Nor the oppressor's arm hath power. Where thy course like the winds of heaven, Shall be free o'er the mighty plains; And the realm of thy joy shall be, Where Nature majestic reigns!

No shout of war shall reach thee,

No trumpet's clangoring sound; But winds and murmuring waterfalls Shall sweetly swell around.

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