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C, H, I. a wheel, or rather roll, which prevents the plough from going any deeper in the earth. This roll is divided into three parts, by circular pieces of iron, which project beyond the roll; and cut the turf into three parts. The coulters follow in the fame tract, and finish that part of the work.

K, K, the centers on which the roll turns.

L, L, the nut and screws which fasten the iron arbour in which the pivots of the rolls turn to the beams. These arbours are kept in their proper places by means of the two iron braces f, f.

M, a large iron hook, to which the chain, by which the instrument is drawn, is fastened.

N, the tow-chain, or that by which the plough is drawn.

O, the head of the plourh into which the beams are mortised.

P the three beams.

S, a slioe of iron, (the whole part from S to A being of that metal) and into which the hoof of the plough is inserted.

T, a (helf on which the mould rises after it is cut up by the coulter and fore part of the fliare, till it is thrown out of the trench by the mould-boards.

V, V( the mould-boards, which throw the earth out on each lide of the trench.

W, W, a band of iron, which fastens the after-part of the plough to the main or middle beam.

X, the head of a tenon, which fastens the mould-boards, and hoof of the plough to the main beam.

Z, Z, the two handles, like those of a common plough.

a, i, a piece of board tenoned into the

handles, in order to keep the handles In their proper position.

cy dt represents the surface of the ground when the plough is at work. Therefore all the parts below that dotted line are under the ground when the drain is cutting.

e, ft g, lhews the angle which the coulters make with a line drawn parallel to the horizontalplane; and is nearly equal to forty-five degrees.

We imagine it will be unnecessary to say any thing farther with regard to the manner of working this plough, as the operation is the fame as that with the common plough. But it may not be amiss to observe, that the angle f, e, g9 being greater than that by which the horses draw upwards, the plough has too great a tendency to get into the earth; the consequence os which is, that, when the foil is very stiff, and consequently requires a very great force to draw the plough, the instrument cannot be held properly by the handles, the force of fix men not being sufficient to do this, but the plough will turn entirely over. This was sufficiently apparent to the committee of the Society, at the first experiment, when the ploughs were tried in a stiff clay; for the tail of this very plough could not be kept down by fix men at the handles. If therefore the angle f, e, g, were lessened to about thirty-three degrees, this difficulty, would, in a great measure, be removed. However, in marshy, boggy, and moory soils, it will answer the intention extremely well, and make a clean trench of the dimensions required by the Society; and therefore cannot fail of being a very valuable acquisition in the practice of agriculture.

REMARKABLE ADVERTISEMENTS, &c.

LAST Sunday evening, at seven o'clock prayers, at a church not many miles from the Tower, the parson having desired the clerk to snuff the candles, he being hard of hearing, neglected it. As soon as the service was over, the parson came up to him, and with a clench'd fist, give him such a box as almost laid him flat, calling out, "You rascal, why did not you snuff the candles when I bid you?" Mr. Amen alked his reverence what he meant by such usage? Upon which his reverence colJared him in such a manner, that Amen cried out, " For God's fake, Sir, don't choak me, don't kill me." At last his reverence, after giving him a kick on the breech, was pleased to let him go. Next morning Mr. Amen served him with a citation; and here the matter rests for the present. When this heroic fieed was acted, the congregation consisted only pf the parson, the clerk, and an old woman. £'r. Jamei's Ciranicle, Sept, 6 to

TXT"Anted, a sober, honest, sensible, brave fcllcm, to wait on a Siiscii /ai/ji; he must be about forty years old. Enquire at Mr. Atkinson's, &c. Daily Advertiser, Sept. 9.

rpO be played for at single stick, on Tuesday next, at the Cock at Walham-Green, a handsome silver cup, by eight on a side, London against the country; the hand shall be tied down, the thumb touch the waistband of the breeches, a head shall be broke or given between every couple before they dismount the stage, and the blood shall run one inch, or go for nothing: and if any dispute be made, it (hall be left to the majority. Daily Advertiser, Sept. 9.

A Certain person of distinction (a man of ** pleasure) being a/ked by a friend his opinion of the constitution of G B ,

replied. " The constitution of E d. and

s the the constitution of your humble servant, are dike, in a d—n'd rotten condition ; — though I must own I have the advantage, for I have the assistance of an able surgeon; but, by G—d, our poor country is committed to the care of a parcel of quacks. Public Advertiser,

T Haps J Scotland! tby f;n\ suffer tntj tittle flagellation for fbeep-fiealing, iL-rin England, is punished with death, wiiM cut benefit of clergy.

Rtairkalle Article of Intelligence from
Edinburgh.

'T'HE southern circuit was opened at Jedburgh the first current, by lord Kauns, when Mary Greig, Giels Nifbet, and Janet Nilbet, all late residenters in On me, accused of stealing cattle, were, * upon tbeir own petition, banished to the plantations in America. Afterwards came on the trial of Wil. Robertson, Adam Mac Greigor, Jean Ogilvy, Robertson's wife, and Margaret Swan, Mac Greigor's wife, all accused of jheep-fieal'utg; the jury returned their verdict, rinding the pannels guilty, art and part, of the crimes libelled; the two men were sentenced to be publickly whipped -\ by the hands of the common hangman, at the Market-Cross of Jedburgh, upon Tuesday the 6th current, being to be attended by their wives bare-headed, with their hair hanging loose upon their ihoulders, and a label affixed to each of their breasts, with these words wrote in large capitals, Art

AND FART IN THE CRIME OF SHEEFSTEALING WJTH MY HUSBAND. Edinburgh Advertiser, Sept. 6 to 9.

* They preferred banishment to whipping,

but they would hav« preferred

to America.

'T'HE collection last week at Birmingham, for the benefit of the infirmary, amount, ed to 2081. The plates were held at the church-door by the countesses of Aylesford and Dartmouth* Gazetteer, Sept. 14.

V/f Onday last a lady of fortune, at the weft ^ * end of the town, had her favourite lapdog, named Diamond, interred with great Iuneral pomp j his coffin was covered with blacks cloth, ornamented with white nails, handles, and a plate upon the coffin, on which was engraved his age and pedigree: her servants that attended the funeral had white gloves and favours given them upon the unhappy occasion. Gazetteer, Sept. 14.

(~)N Sunday morning a young lady eloped, from her guardian, who immediately taking the north-road, seized his. ward in a hearse on Finchley-Common, and found hey lover acting the part of the driver. Public Advertiser, Sept. 14.

(")N Thursday last a publican in Shoreditch ^ fold his w ife to a butcher for a ticket ua the present lottery, on condition that if the ticket be drawn a blank be is to have his wife again as soon as the drawing of the lottery is over. Public Advertiser, Sept. 19.

POETICAL ESSAYS.

For tie Oxford Magaiini.

Epistle from Mr. Ralph Singleton, U/her at an Academy in London, to Mr. Giles Ofman, Student of Christ Church, Oxford.

"yy HAT (hall I to mine' Ofman fay,

To palliate this long delay?
Would any goddess of a muse
Inspire me with a good excuse?
In vain I sue—shall learning's tool
The drudging Usher in a school,
The shoe-horn to old Lily's wit,
The chandelier to Dunces' feet,
Who like a mill-horse trudges round,
Nor gains himself one inch of ground,
But turns the wheel for others' gains,
Runs blind, and rots with ule'rous blains;
Shall such a one expect the aid,
Or smiles of Clio, heavenly maid!
Or tho' no maid \ for tele a tete
And yet one would not scandal prate;
But 'tis no' secret to tire town,
The people are such praters grown,;

For me it might have (sept tilt now,
But things will out one knows not how:
Yet if it might no farther spread,
I vouch not for her maiden-head.
Some one thing say, and some another,
Some tell you flic's Don Quixote's mother.
Others, the fort at, first was won
By that old wag Anacreon;
But all agree an English wit,
One Rochester, had oft a bit;
A Dorset too, and Buckingham,
And others I omit to name.
But were she bad as slandering tonguex
Have bellowM with unwearied lungs,
(And what won't baneful slander fay.
Simpering o'er her dear bohea ?)
Far sooner shall all commentators,
Reviewers, lawyers, levee-waiters*
And all us the fame trade agree,
Than sprightly Clio smile on me.

As there's no doubt but I am cast,
And long ere this my sentence past,

Witfeo*

POETICAL ESSAYS.

Without a route then let me give
Some reasons for a short reprieve.

When I forsook those happy plains,
Where Science, heavenly regent, reigns,
Where every vulgar flow's that grows,
Enrich'd with Greek or Hebrew blows,
Each bed-maker or scout you see,
A deep adept in geometry;
Each member shrewd, yet orthodox,
From Jockey Wall to Jockey Cox,
Where every stone above the ground
In some old Roman fort was found;
And if, or seratch'd, or mouldy grown,
Was doubtless some inscription-stone:
When these I left to teach a school,
Where learning fetter'd is by rule,
Ten thousand cares o'er-charg'd my hate*
Nor could I e'er remove the weight,
Nor for my life my thoughts extend
Beyond at most my finger's end.
And such is the concatenation
Of all the children of sensation;
No absent friend came thwart my brain,
But straight I felt the galling chain;
And hence expell'd my friend, my pate,
As tho' the object of my hate.
Nb wonder then I never wrote
To one on whom I seldom thought.
But this distress (to end my song)
Fate ne'er defign'd to last too long;
I soon enjoy'd a clearer Iky;—
"Why then not writ:?" I'll tell you why-
As Turk at eve from kennel flies,
Where chain'd all day he growling lies,
So flies the studious youth his room,
"When dear vacation calls him home.
Nor therefore wrote I, Giles, to find
What useful project fill'd your mind,
Or pleas'd you in the rural scene,
When far remov'd from surly Dean;
From the loud jargon of the schools,
From Christ-church pedants, prigs, and sool«.

In this deceiv'd, I thus address you, And may the pow'rs of friendship bless you: If you revoke your stern decree, And take with joy this honest plea, Allow me all your former favour, And trust to me my good behaviour.

I'm vain in hopes 'twill all be done, And truly yours,' Ralph Singleton.—London.

On the Death of the Rev. Mr. Spence, Professor os IJifiory in the University of Oxford.

w His saltern accumulem donis"

OPENCE aft thou gone, u Oxonia's greatest ° pride,"

Where ev'ry Grace, and ev'ry Muse reside. Oft has the Muse, enraptur'd, drank thy lore, -And still the more me drank, admir'd the more. The tuneful bard, the first of Phœbus' train, Who fung a Stuart's and aBrunswic's reign; Who snatch'd a chaplct from Mæonia's flow'rs, A.nd made a Homer and a Statius our's:

Whom Windsor's forest owes Immortal fame, True to the Poet's and the Patriot's flame; Even Pope consest,when first thou cam'It abroad, Thy censure just, and kiss'd the critic's rod. But now, like his, thy body mould'ring lies, Like his, thy fame transcends theop'ning Ikies; An equal burst of glory thou may'st claim, The fame thy merit, and thy toil the fame. Coll. Pemb. Oxon. w c- T

6 5e/M768.'

An Epitaph, by -way of Inscription, on a Fireplace, done up noitb Moss (for the SummerSeason ) resembling a Monument,

Here lies entombed,
The alh.es, earthy parts, and remains,
Of

A bright and aspiring gerius;
Whose virtues were too great
For

This small tablet to contain.

Suffice it to say,
That tho' he might have been
The most inveterate and dreadful
Of
Enemies,
Yet was he the best and kindest
Of
Friends.

His losi, and chearful influence,
Is often regretted
By his sincere admirers,
Who erected this monument
In memory

Of
His virtues,
'Till that joyful and appointed day,
When, inflamed with ardor,
He shall again arise.

Reguiescat in pate*

AUTUMN.

T At my window sit, and fee

*~ Autumn his russet fingers lay

On every leaf of every tree,

I call, but Summer will not Æay. She flies, the boasting Goddess flies,

And, pointing where th' espaliers stieor, "Deserve my parting gift, she cries,

"I take the leaves, but not the fruit." Let me the parting gift improve,

And emulate the just reply,
As life's short seasons swift remove,

Ere fix'd in winter's frost I lie.
Health, beauty, vigour, now decline,

The pride of summer's splendid day, Leaves, which the stem must now resign,

The mournful prelude of decay. But let fair virtue's fruit remain,

Tho' summer with my leaves be fled j Then, not despis'd, I'll not complain.

But cheriih Autumn in her stead.

An Elegy on tbe Tirst os September, -when Partridges are allowed to be killed by Ail of Parliament,

"Ms HEN the still night withdrew her fable * (hroud,

And left these climes with steps sedate and (low;
While sad Aurora kerchief'd in a cloud,
With drizzly vapours hung themountain's brow;
Tnewretched bird from hapless * Perdix sprung,
With trembling wings forsook the furrow'd
plain;

And calling round her all her list'ning young,
In falt'ring accents fung this plaintive strain:

* Unwelcome morn! full well thy low'ring mien 'Foreielts the slaughter of th" approaching day; 'The gloomy sky laments with tears the scene,

* Where pale-ey'd terror re-assumes her sway.

* Ah, luckless train! ah, fate-devoted race;

* The dreadful tale experience tells believe;

* Dark heavy mists obscure the morning's face, 'But blood and death (hall close the dreary eve.

* This day fell man, whose unrelenting hate,

* No grief can soften, and no tears afl'wage|

* Pours dire destruction on the feather'd state, 'Whilst pride and rapine urge his savage rage. 'I, who so oft have scap'd the impending snare,

* Ere nightarrives, may feel the fiery wound j 'In giddy circles quit the realms of air,

* And stain with streaming gore the dewy

ground."

She said; when lo! the pointer winds his prey,
The rustling stubble gives the fear'd alarm j
The gunner views the covey fleet away,
And rears th* unerring tube with skilful arm.
In vain the mother wings her whirling flight,
The leaden deaths arrest her as she sites;
Ker scattered offspring swim before her sight,
And balh'd in blood, (he flutters, pants, and
dies. H. P.

* Perdix ivas supposed to be turned into a Partridge. See Ovid'j Metamorphoses.

REFLECTIONS ON A WATCH. T ET vain philosophy hence learn to bind

The lawless operations of the mind, And teach us to obey that Power unseen, That fram'd, and first inform'd, our wise machine;

Then (hall we know what schools have idly taught,

To guide eachact, and regulate each thought:

Like this niechanic wonder we (hall t
Unvaried by ambition, anger, love;
Constant in each vicissitude of care,
Not urg'd by hope, nor yet repress'd by fear}
Alike in health, disease, in age or youth,
Our equal judgment still will point at truth;
No longer (hall we live whole years in vain,
Nor one fad hour be mark'd with grief or pain;
Freedom and joy our meafur'd time will fill, 1
Guiltless, unerring, and aflur'd our will, >
'Till the last pulse (hall beat,andlifestand still. J

The INSENSIBLE FAIR.
VIYRTLE unsheath'd his shining blade,
And fix'd its point against his breast;
Then gaz'd upon the wondering maid,

And thus his dire resolve exprest: "Since, cruel fair, with cold disdain,

"You still return my raging love, "Thought is but madness, life is pain,

"And thus.at once I both remove." "Oh! stay one moment," Chloe said.

And, trembling, hasted to the door, "Here, Betty, quick! a pail, dear maid,

"This madman else will stain the floor."

A Gentleman to bit Scullion Maid, lu'tth u'hom

be teas irt love, and afterwards married. /^OMI and crown your lover's wishes,

Vain's the task you here pursue; Leave, O leave, your pewter dishes,

Think not they will (hine like you. Tho' the Graces don't befriend thee,

Careless Beauty wins the heart, And if Nature's smells attend thee,

Health is sweeter far than Art. Half undress'd for Love's embraces,

Still you (hine in native pride, And thro* rags discover graces,

Which brocades would only hide.
Beauty's lustre might confound me,

Did not spots obscure its rays,
Thanks to clouds that thus surround thee,

I can now with safety gaze.

Epigram from tbe French. T ET him who hates dancing, ne'er go so a *-* _ ball;

Nor him to tha ocean, whom dangers appall;
Nor him to a feast, who already has din'd,
Nor him to the court, who will speak out his
mind.

T V K o.'

To cur CORRESPONDENTS.

<7"*HE later signed Wadhamenfis, by some accident, came too late to be inserted in this Ntlhrber;

it tvill certainly be given in our next: As ?v ill also Friendship, an elegy, figned S E N O I S . The poetical pieces by Mr. Thomas Sadler are too long; his problem, and some others that nvw have received, Jhall have proper attention paid them. Tbe lines fgned J. r, cannot pojfi'bly be admitted. The inscriptions received front Mr. John Lyon of Margate, ivill be inserted in tntr next. Tyro's epigram is inserted aby.'e; and bit other piece Jhall have a place in our next. Htri& *tt«ntion JhaR be paid to tbe contributions of all our other correspondents*

AMERICA J*

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