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G, 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 fcrews which faften 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 inftrument is drawn, is faftened. N, the tow-chain, or that by which the plough is drawn.

O, the head of the plough into which the beams are mortifed.

PQR, the three beams.

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

T, a fhelf on which the mould rifes after it is cut up by the coulter and fore part of the fhare, till it is thrown out of the trench by

the mould-boards.

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

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

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

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

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

c, d, reprefents the furface 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, f, g, fhews the angle which the coulters make with a line drawn parallel to the horizontal-plane; and is nearly equal to forty-five degrees.

We imagine it will be unneceffary 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 amifs to obferve, that the angle f, e, g, being greater than that by which the horfes draw upwards, the plough has too great a tendency to get into the earth; the confequence of which is, that, when the foil is very ftiff, and confequently requires a very great force to draw the plough, the inftrument cannot be held properly by the handles, the force of fix men not being fufficient to do this, but the plough will turn entirely over. This was fufficiently apparent to the committee of the Society, at the firft 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 leffened to about thirty-three degrees, this difficulty, would, in a great measure, be removed. However, in marfhy, boggy, and moory foils, it will answer the intention extremely well, and make a clean trench of the dimenfions required by the Society; and therefore cannot fail of being a very valuable acquifition in the

a, b, a piece of board tenoned into the practice of agriculture.

REMARKABLE ADVERTISEMENTS, &c.

LAST Sunday evening, at feven o'clock

prayers, at a church not many miles from the Tower, the parfon having defired the clerk to fnuff the candles, he being hard of hearing, neglected it. As foon as the fervice was over, the parfon came up to him, and with a clench'd fift, give him fuch a box as almoft laid him flat, calling out, "You rafcal, why did not you fnuff the candles when I bid you?" Mr. Amen asked his reverence what he meant by fuch ufage? Upon which his reverence colJared him in fuch a manner, that Amen cried out, "For God's fake, Sir, don't choak me, don't kill me." At laft his reverence, after giving him a kick on the breech, was pleafed to let him go. Next morning Mr. Amen ferved him with a citation; and here the mat

ter refts for the present. When this heroic deed was acted, the congregation confifted only of the parfon, the clerk, and an old woman. St. James's Chronicle, Sept. 6 to 8.

Wanted, a fober, honeft, fenfible, brave

fellow, to wait on a SINGLE lady; he must be about forty years old. Enquire at Mr. Atkinson's, &c. Daily Advertiser, Sept. 9.

To be played for at fingle stick, on Tuesday

next, at the Cock at Walham-Green, a handfome filver cup, by eight on a fide, London against the country; the hand shall be tied down, the thumb touch the waistband of the breeches, a head fhall be broke or given between every couple before they difmount the stage, and the blood fhall run one inch, or go for nothing: and if any difpute be made, it fhall be left to the majority. Daily Advertifer, Sept. 9.

A Certain perfon of diftinction (a man of

pleasure) being asked by a friend his opinion of the conftitution of G---- B-----replied, "The conftitution of E-----d, and

the

the conftitution of your humble fervant, are alike, in a d--n'd rotten condition ; --- though I must own I have the advantage, for I have the affiftance of an able furgeon; but, by G-d, our poor country is committed to the care of a parcel of quacks. Public Advertiser.

Remarkable Article of Intelligence from
Edinburgh.

THE fouthern circuit was opened at Jedburgh the first current, by lord Kaims,

when Mary Greig, Giels Nisbet, and Janet Nifbet, all late refidenters in Dunfe, accufed of ftealing cattle, were, * upon their own petiion, banished to the plantations in America. Afterwards came on the trial of Wil. Robertfon, Adam Mac Greigor, Jean Ogilvy, Robertfon's wife, and Margaret Swan, Mac Greigor's wife, all accused of sheep-fiealing; the jury returned their verdict, finding the pannels guilty, art and part, of the crimes libelled; the two men were fentenced 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 loofe upon their shoulders, and a label affixed to each of their breafts, with thefe words wrote in large capitals, ART

AND PART IN THE CRIME OF SHEEPSTEALING WITH MY HUSBAND. Edin

burgh Advertiser, Sept. 6 to 9.

They preferred banishment to whipping, but they would have preferred England to America.

+ Happy Scotland! tby fons fuffer only little flagellation for fheep-ftealing, which in England, is punished with death, with out benefit of clergy.

THE collection laft week at Birmingham,

for the benefit of the infirmary, amount ed to 2081. The plates were held at the church-door by the counteffes of Aylesford and Dartmouth. Gazetteer, Sept. 14.

Monday laft a lady of fortune, at the weft

end of the town, had her favourite lapdog, named Diamond, interred with great fu neral pomp; his coffin was covered with black cloth, ornamented with white nails, handles, and a plate upon the coffin, on which was engraved his age and pedigree: her fervants that attended the funeral had white gloves and favours given them upon the unhappy occafion. Gazetteer, Sept. 14.

ON Sunday morning a young lady eloped

from her guardian, who immediately taking the north-road, feized his, ward in a hearfe on Finchley-Common, and found her. lover acting the part of the driver. Public Advertiser, Sept. 14.

ON Thurfday laft a publican in Shoreditch

fold his wife to a butcher for a ticket in the prefent lottery, on condition that if the ticket be drawn a blank he is to have his wife again as foon as the drawing of the lottery is over. Public Advertiser, Sept. 19.

POETICAL

For the OXFORD MAGAZINE.
Epifle from Mr. Ralph Singleton, Uber at
an Academy in London, to Mr. Giles Ŏfman,
Student of Chrift Church, Oxford.
WHAT fhall I to mine Ofman say,
To palliate this long delay?
Would any goddess of a mufe
Infpire me with a good excufe?
In vain I fue---shall learning's too!
The drudging Ufher in a fchool,
The fhoe-horn to old Lily's wit,
The chandelier to Dunces' feet,
Who like a mill-horfe trudges round,
Nor gains himself one inch of ground,
But turns the wheel for others' gains,
Runs blind, and rots with ulc'rous blains;
Shall fuch a one expect the aid,
Or fmiles of Clio, heavenly maid!
Or tho' no maid; for tete a tete---
And yet one would not fcandal prate;
But 'tis no fecret to the town,
The people are fuck praters grown;

ESSAY S.

For me it might have flept till now,
But things will out one knows not how:
Yet if it might no farther fpread,
I vouch not for her maiden-head.
Some one thing say, and fome another,
Some tell you the's Don Quixote's mother
Others, the fort at firft was won
By that old wag Anacreon;
But all agree an English wit,
One Rochester, had oft a bit;"
A Dorfet too, and Buckingham,
And others I omit to name.

But were the bad as flandering tongues
Have bellow'd with unwearied lungs,
(And what won't baneful flander fay,
Simpering o'er her dear bohea?)
Far fooner fhall all commentators,
Reviewers, lawyers, levee-waiters,
And all of the fame trade agree,
Than fprightly Clio fmile on me.

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

Without

POETICAL ESSAY S..

Without a mufe then let me give
Some reafons for a fhort reprieve.

When I forfook those happy plains,
Where Science, heavenly regent, reigns,
Where every vulgar flow'r that grows,
Enrich'd with Greek or Hebrew blows,
Each bed-maker or scout you see,
A deep adept in geometry;
Each member fhrewd, yet orthodox,
From Jockey Wall to Jockey Cox,
Where every stone above the ground
In fome old Roman fort was found;
And if, or fcratch'd, or mouldy grown,
Was doubtless fome infcription-stone :
When thefe I left to teach a school,
Where learning fetter'd is by rule,
Ten thoufand cares o'er-charg'd my hate,
Nor could I e'er remove the weight,
Nor for my life my thoughts extend
Beyond at moft my finger's end.
And fuch is the concatenation
Of all the children of fenfation;

No abfent 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.
No wonder then I never wrote
To one on whom I feldom thought,
But this diftrefs (to end my fong)
Fate ne'er defign'd to last too long;
I foon enjoy'd a clearer sky ;---
"Why then not write ?" I'll tell you why---
As Turk at eve from kennel flies,
Where chain'd all day he growling lies,
So flies the ftudious 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 furly Dean;
From the loud jargon of the fchools,
From Chrift-church pedants, prigs, and fools.
In this deceiv'd, I thus address you,
And may the pow'rs of friendship bless you:
If you revoke your ftern decree,
And take with joy this honeft 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, Pro feffor of Hiftory in the University of Oxford. "His faltem accumulem donis.”

SPENCE art thou gone, pride,"

"Oxonia's greatest

Where ev'ry Grace, and ev'ry Muse refide, Oft has the Mufe, enraptur'd, drank thy lore, And still the more fhe drank, admir'd the more. The tuneful bard, the first of Phœbus' train, Who fung a Stuart's and a Brunswic's reign; Who fnatch'd a chaplet from Mæonia's flow'rs, And made a Homer and a Statius our's:

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Till that joyful and appointed day,
When, inflamed with ardor,
He fhall again arife.
Requiefcat in pase.

A U T U M N.

I At my window fit, and fee Autumn his ruffet fingers lay every leaf of every tree,

On

I call, but Summer will not ftay. She flies, the boafting Goddess flies,

And, pointing where th' efpaliers shoot, "Deferve my parting gift, fhe cries,

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

And emulate the juft reply,
As life's fhort feafons fwift remove,

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

The pride of fummer's fplendid day, Leaves, which the ftem muft now refign, The mournful prelude of decay. But let fair virtue's fruit remain,

Tho' fummer with my leaves be filed; Then, not defpis'd, I'll not complain, But cherish Autumn in her ftead.

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An Elegy on the Firft of September, when Partridges are allowed to be killed by Act of Parliament.

WHEN the ftill night withdrew her fable

shroud,

And left thefe climes with fteps fedate and flow; While fad Aurora kerchief'd in a cloud,

With drizzly vapours hung the mountain's brow; The wretched bird from hapless Perdix fprung, With trembling wings forfook the furrow'd plain;

And calling round her all her lift'ning young, In falt'ring accents fung this plaintive ftrain: • Unwelcome morn! full well thy low'ring mien Foretells the flaughter of th' approaching day; The gloomy fky laments with tears the scene, "Where pale-ey'd terror re-affumes her fway.

Ah, luckless train! ah, fate-devoted race;
The dreadful tale experience tells believe;
Dark heavy mifts obfcure the morning's face,
But blood and death fhall close the dreary eve.
This day fell man, whofe unrelenting hate,
No grief can foften, and no tears aftwage;
Pours dire deftruction on the feather'd state,
Whilft pride and rapine urge! his favage rage.
❝I, who fo oft have fcap'd the impending fnare,
Ere night arrives, may feel the fiery wound;
In giddy circles quit the realms of air,
And ftain with ftreaming gore the dewy
ground.'

She faid; when lo! the pointer winds his prey,
The ruftling ftubble gives the fear'd alarm;
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 arreft her as the flies;
Her fcattered offspring swim before her fight,
And bath'd in blood, the flutters, pants, and
dies.
H. P.
*Perdix was
fuppofed to be turned into a
Partridge. See Ovid's Metamorphofes.

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Like this mechanic wonder we shall move,
Unvaried by ambition, anger, love;
Conftant in each viciffitude of care,
Not urg'd by hope, nor yet reprefs'd by fear;
Alike in health, disease, in age or youth,
Our equal judgment ftill will point at truth;
No longer fhall we live whole years in vain,
Freedom and joy our meafur'd time will fill,
Nor one fad hour be mark'd with grief or pain;
Guiltless, unerring, and affur'd our will,
"Till the laft pulfe shall beat,and life stand ftill.

THE INSENSIBLE FAIR.

MYRTLE unheath'd his fhining blade,

And fix'd its point against his breaft; Then gaz'd upon the wondering maid, And thus his dire refolve expreft: "Since, cruel fair, with cold difdain, "You ftill return my raging love,

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Thought is but madness, life is pain, "And thus at once I both remove.' "Oh! stay one moment," Chloe said, And, trembling, hafted to the door, "Here, Betty, quick! a pail, dear maid, "This madman elfe will ftain the floor."

A Gentleman to his Scullion Maid, with whom be was in love, and afterwards married. COME and crown your lover's wishes,

Leave, O leave, your pewter dishes,
Think not they will fhine like you.
Tho' the Graces don't befriend thee,

Vain's the task you here purfue;

Careless Beauty wins the heart, And if Nature's fmells attend thee, Health is fweeter far than Art.

Half undrefs'd for Love's embraces,

Still you fhine in native pride,
And thro' rags discover graces,

Which brocades would only hide.
Beauty's luftre might confound me,
Did not spots obfcure its rays,
Thanks to clouds that thus furround thee,
I can now with safety gaze.

EPIGRAM from the French. LET him who hates dancing, ne'er go to a . ball;

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

CORRESPONDENT S.

TYRO.

THE' letter figned Wadhamenfis, by fome accident, came too late to be inferted in this Number; it will certainly be given in our next: As quill alfo Friendfhip, an elegy, figned SENOIS. The poetical pieces by Mr. Thomas Sadler are too long; his problem, and fome others that we bave received, fhall have proper attention paid them. The lines figned J. P. cannot poffibly be admitted. The infcriptions received from Mr. John Lyon of Margate, will be inferted in our Tyro's epigram is inferted above; and his other piece fhall have a place in our next. Strict attention fhall be paid to the contributions of all our other correspondents.

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