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Death In such extravagant ways have these Wretches propounded, the Dragooning of as many as they can, into their own Combination, and the Destroying of others, with lingring, spreading, deadly diseases; till our Country should at last become too hot for us. Among the Ghastly Instances of the success which those Bloody Witches have had, we have seen even some of their own Children, so dedicated unto the Devil, that in their Infancy, it is found, the Imps have sucked them, and rendered them Venomous to a Prodigy. We have also seen the Devil's first battries upon the Town where the first Church of our Lord in this Colony was gathered, producing those distractions, which have almost ruin'd the Town. We have seen, likewise, the Plague reaching afterwards into the Towns far and near, where the Houses of good Meu have the Devils filling of them with terrible vexations!

This is the descent, which, it seems, the devil has now made upon us. But that which makes this descent the more formidable, is, The multitude and quality of Persons accused of an interest in this Witcheraft, by the Efficacy of the Spectres which take their name and shape upon them; causing very many good and wise men to fear, that many innocent, yea, and some virtuous persons, are, by the devils in this matter, imposed upon; that the devils have obtain'd the power to take on them the likeness of harmless people, and in that likeness to afflict other people, and be so abused by Præstigious Demous, that upon their look or touch, the afflicted shall be oddly affected. Arguments from the Providence of God, on the one side, and from our charity towards man on the other side, have made this now to become a most agitated Controversie among us. There is an Agony produced in the Minds of Men, lest the Devil should sham us with Devices, of perhaps a finer Thread, than was ever yet practised upon the World. The whole business is become hereupon so Snarled, and the determination of the Question one way or another, so dismal, that our Honourable Judges have a Room for Jehosaphat's Exclamation, We know not what to do! They have used, as Judges have heretofore done, the Spectral Evidences, to introduce their further Enquiries into the Lives of the persons accused; and they have thereupon, by the wonderful Providence of God, been so strengthened with other evidences, that some of the Witch Gang have been fairly Executed. But what shall be done, as to those against whom the evidence is chiefly founded in the dark world? Here they do solemnly demand our Addresses to the Father of Lights, on their behalf. But in the mean time, the Devil improves the Darkness of this Affair, to push us into a Blind Man's Buffet, and we are even ready to be sinfully, yea, hotly and madly, mauling one another in the dark.

THE TARANTULA.-FROM THE "CHRISTIAN PHILOSOPHER." What amazing effects follow on the bite of the tarantula! the patient is taken with an extreme difficulty of breathing, and heavy anguish of heart, a dismal sadness of mind, a voice querulous and sor rowful, and his eyes very much disturbed. When the violent symptoms which appear on the first day are over, a continual melancholy hangs about the person, till by dancing or singing, or change of air, the poisonous impressions are extirpated from the blood, and the fluid of the nerves; but this is a happiness that rarely happens; nay, Baglivi, this wicked spider's countryman, says, there is no expectation of ever being perfectly cured. Many of the poisoned are never well but among the graves, and in solitary places; and they lay themselves along VOL. 1-5

upon a bier as if they themselves were dead: like people in despair, they will throw themselves into a pit; women, otherwise chaste enough, cast away all modesty, and throw themselves into every indecent posture. There are some colours agreeable to them, others offensive, especially black; and if the attendants have their clothes of ungrateful colours, they must retire out of their sight. The music with the dancing which must be employed for their cure, continues three or four days; in this vigorous exercise they sigh, they are full of complaints; like persons in drink, they almost lose the right use of their understanding; they distinguish not their very parents from others in their treating of them, and scarce remember any thing that is past. Some during this exercise are much pleased with green boughs of reeds or vines, and wave them with their hands in the air, or dip them in the water, or bind them about their face or neck; others love to handle red cloths or naked swords. there are those who, upon a little intermission of the dancing, fall a digging of holes in the ground, which they fill with water, and then take a strange satisfaction in rolling there. When they begin to dance, they call for swords and act like fencers; sometimes they are for a looking-glass, but then they fetch many a deep sigh at beholding themselves. Their fancy sometimes leads them to rich clothes, to necklaces, to fineries and a variety of ornaments; and they are highly courteous to the bystanders that will gratify them with any of these things; they lay them very orderly about the place where the exercise is pursued, and in dancing please themselves with one or other of these things by turns, as their troubled imagination directs them.

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How miserable would be the condition of mankind, if these animals were common in every country! But our compassionate God has confined them to one little corner of Italy; they are existing elsewhere, but nowhere thus venomous, except in Apulia. My God, I glorify thy compassion to sinful mankind, in thy restraints upon the poisons

of the tarantula

THE LIFE OF MR. RALPHI PARTRIDGE-FROM THE "MAGNALIA." When David was driven from his friends into the wilderness, he made this pathetical representation of his condition, ""Twas as when one doth hunt a partridge in the mountains" Among the many wor thy persons who were persecuted into an American wilderness, for their fidelity to the ecclesiastical kingdom of our true David, there was one that bore the name as well as the state of an hunted partridgeWhat befel him, was, as Bede saith of what was done by Felix, Juxta nominis sui Sacramentum.

This was Mr. Ralph Partridge, who for no fault but the delicacy of his good spirit, being distressed by the ecclesiastical setters, had no defence, neither of beak nor claw, but a flight over the ocean.

The place where he took covert was the-colony of Plymouth, and the town of Duxbury in that colony. This Partridge had not only the innocency of the dove, conspicuous in his blameless and pious life, which made him very acceptable in his conversation, but also the loftiness of an eagle, in the great soar of his intellectual abilities. There are some interpret ers who, understanding church officers by the living creatures, in the fourth chapter of the Apocalypse, will have the teacher to be intended by the eagle there, for his quick insight into remote and hidden things The church of Duxbury had such an eagle in their Partridge, when they enjoyed such a teacher.

By the same token, when the Platform of Church Discipline was to be composed, the Synod at Cam bridge appointed three persons to draw up each of

them, "a model of church-government, according to the word of God," unto the end that out of those the synod might form what should be found most agreeable; which three persons were Mr. Cotton, and Mr. Mather, and Mr. Partridge. So that, in the opinion of that reverend assembly, this person did not come far behind the first two for some of his accomplish

ments.

After he had been forty years a faithful and painful preacher of the gospel, rarely, if ever, in all that while interrupted in his work by any bodily sickness, he died in a good old age, about the year 1658.

There was one singular instance of a weaned spirit, whereby he signalized himself unto the churches of God. That was this: there was a time when most of the ministers in the colony of Plymouth left the colony, upon the discouragement which the want of a competent maintenance among the needy and froward inhabitants gave unto them. Nevertheless Mr. Partridge was, notwithstanding the paucity and the poverty of his congregation, so afraid of being anything that looked like a bird wandering from his nest, that he remained with his poor people till he took wing to become a bird of paradise, along with the winged seraphim of heaven.

EPITAPHIUM.

Avolarit

MINISTRY OF ANGELS-FROM "CŒLESTINUS," When the Angel of the Lord encamps round about those that fear Him, the next news is, They that seek the Lord shall want nothing that is good for them. O servant of God, art thou afraid of wants, of straits, of difficulties? The angels who poured down at least 250,000 bushels of manna day by day unto the followers of God in the wilderness; the angel that brought meat unto the Prophet; the angel that showed Hagar and her son how to supply themselves; who can tell what services they may do for thee! Art thou in danger by sicknesses? The angel who strengthened the feeble Daniel, the angel who impregnated the waters of Bethesda with such sanative and balsamic virtues; who can tell what services they may do for thee! Art thou in danger from enemies? The angel who rescued Jacob from Laban and from Esau; the angel who fetched Peter out of prison, who can tell what services they may do for thee! The angels which directed the Patri arch in his journeys, may give a direction to thy steps, when thou art at a loss how to steer. The angels who moved the Philistines to dismiss David; the angels who carried Lot out of Sodom; the angels who would not let the lions fall upon Daniel, they are still ready to do as much for thee, when God thy Saviour shall see it seasonable. And who can tell what services the angels of God may do for the servants of God, when their dying hour is coming upon them; then to make their bed for them, then to make all things easy to them. When we are in our agonies, then for an angel to come and strengthen us!

The holy angels, who have stood by us all our life, will not forsake us at our death. It was the last word of a Divine, dying in this, but famous in other countries; O you holy angels, come, do your office. Tis a blessed office, indeed, which our Saviour sends his holy angels to do for us in a dying hour. At our dissolution they will attend us, they will befriend us, they will receive us, they will do inconceivable things as a convoy for us, to set us before the presence of our Saviour with exceeding joy. O believer, why art thou so afraid of dying? What! afraid of coming into the loving and the lovely hands of the holy angels! Afraid of going

from the caverns of the earth, which are full of brutish people, and where thy moan was, My soul is among lions, and I lie among them that are set on fire, even among the sons of men; and afraid of going to dwell among those amiable spirits, who have rejoiced in all the good they ever saw done unto thee; who have rejoiced in being sent by thy God and theirs, times without number, to do good unto thee; who have rejoiced in the hopes of having thee to be with them, and now have what they hoped for by having thee associated with them in the satisfactions of the heavenly world! Certainly, thou wilt not be afraid of going to those, whom thou hast already had so sweet a conversation with.

It was a good Memento written on the door of a study that had much of Heaven in it: ANGELI ASTANT; there are Holy Angels at hand.

ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON.

The motto inscribed on his gravestone, “Reserved for a glori-
ous Resurrection."

The exhortation of the Lord,
With consolation speaks to us,
As to his children his good word,

We must remember speaking thus:
My child, when God shall chasten thee,
His chastening do thou not contemn:
When thou his just rebukes dost sce,

Faint not rebuked under them.
The Lord with fit afflictions will

Correct the children of his love;
He doth himself their father still,
By his most wise corrections prove.
Afflictions for the present here,

The vexed flesh will grievous call,
But afterwards there will appear,
Not grief, but peace, the end of all.

ON THE DEATH OF HIS DAUGHTER.
The motto inscribed on her gravestone, “Gone, but not lost."
The dearest Lord of heaven gave

Himself an offering once for me:
The dearest thing on earth I have,
Now, Lord, I'll offer unto Thee.

I see my best enjoyments here,
Are loans, and flowers, and vanitie
Ere well enjoyed they disappear:

Vain smoke, they prick and leave our eyes.
But I believe, O glorious Lord,

That when I seem to lose these toys,
What's lost will fully be restored
In glory, with eternal joys.

I do believe, that I and mine,

Shall come to everlasting rest;
Because, blest Jesus, we are thine,
And with thy promises are blest
I do believe, that every bird

Of mine, which to the ground shall fall,
Does fall at thy kind will and word:
Nor I, nor it, is hurt at all,
Now my believing soul does hear,
This among the glad angels told:
I know thou dost thy Maker fear,

From whom thou nothing dost withhold!

BENJAMIN TOMPSON. BENJAMIN TOMPSON, "learned schoolmaster and physician, and y renowned poet of New Eng land," according to the culogistic language of his tombstone, was born in 1640, and graduated at Harvard in 1002. He was master of the public

school in Boston from 1667 to 1670, when he received a call and removed to Cambridge. Ile died April 13, 1714, and is buried at Roxbury.*

He was the author of an Elegy on the Rev. Samuel Whiting of Lynn, who died December 11, 1679, which is printed in the Magnalia. He also figures in the same volume among the rhyming eulogists at its commencement, where he turns a compliment with some skill.

Quod patrios Manes revocasti a sedibus altis,
Sylvestres Muse grates, MATHERE, rependunt.
Hæc nova Progenies, veterum sub Imagine, colo
Arte tua terram visitans, demissa, salutat
Grata Deo pietas; grates persolvimus omnes;
Semper honos, nomenque tuum, MATHERE, manebunt.
Is the bless'd Mather necromancer turn'd,
To raise his country's fathers' ashes urn'd?
Elisha's dust, life to the dead imparts;
This prophet, by his more familiar arts,
Unseals our heroes' tombs, and gives them air;
They rise, they walk, they talk, look wondrous fair;
Each of them in an orb of light doth shine,

In liveries of glory most divine.

When ancient names I in thy pages met,
Like gems on Aaron's costly breastplate set,
Methinks heaven's open, while great saints descend,
To wreathe the brows by which their acts were
penn'd.

His chief production is a poem entitled New England's Crisis. The piece, after an eulogy on certain patriotic women, who turned out to build a wall for the defence of the town, gives a comparison between old times and new in the colony, in which he assigns the palin, as usual in such discussions, at least in poetry, to the days gone by; and then passes to King Philip's war, with which the remainder is occupied.

ON A FORTIFICATION AT BOSTON BEGUN BY WOMEN.

Dux fœmina fucti.

A grand attempt some Amazonian Dames
Contrive whereby to glorify their names,
A ruff for Boston Neck of mud and turfe,
Reaching from side to side, from surf to surf,
Their nimble hands spin up like Christmas pyes,
Their pastry by degrees on high doth rise.
The wheel at home counts in an holiday,
Since while the mistress worketh it may play.
A tribe of female hands, but manly hearts,
Forsake at home their pasty crust and tarts,
To knead the dirt, the samplers down they hurl,
Their undulating silks they closely furl.
The pick-axe one as a commandress holds,
While t'other at her awk'ness gently scolds.
One puffs and sweats, the other mutters why
Cant you promove your work so fast as I
Some dig, some delve, and others' hands do feel
The little waggon's weight with single wheel.
And least some fainting-fits the weak surprize,
They want no sack nor cakes, they are more wise.
These brave essays draw forth male, stronger hands,
More like to dawbers than to marshal bands;
These do the work, and sturdy bulwarks raise,
But the beginners well deserve the praise.

THE PROLOGUE.

The times wherein old Pompion was a saint,
When men fared hardly yet without complaint,
On vilest cates; the dainty Indian maize
Was eat with clamp-shells out of wooden trays,

Kettell's Specimens of American Poetry, Vol. 1. xxxvii.

Under thatch'd hutts without the cry of rent,
And the best sawce to every dish, content.
When flesh was food and hairy skins made coats,
And men as well as birds had chirping notes
When Cimnels were accounted noble bloud;
Among the tribes of common herbage food.
Of Ceres' bounty form'd was many a knack,
Enough to fill poor Robin's Almanack.
These golden times (too fortunate to hold,)
Were quickly sin'd away for love of gold.
"T was then among the bushes, not the street,
If one in place did an inferior meet,

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Good morrow, brother, is there aught you want?
Take freely of me, what I have you ha'nt."
Plain Tom and Dick would pass as current now,
As ever since "Your Servant Sir," and bow.
Deep-skirted doublets, puritanic capes,
Which now would render men like upright apes,
Was comlier wear, our wiser fathers thought,
Than the cast fashions from all Europe brought
'T was in those days an honest grace would hold
Till an hot pudding grew at heart a cold.
And men had better stomachs at religion,
Than I to capon, turkey-cock, or pigeon;
When honest sisters met to pray, not prate,
About their own and not their neighbour's state.
During Plain Dealing's reign, that worthy stud
Of the ancient planters' race before the flood,
Then times were good, merchants car'd not a rush
For other fare than Jonakin and Mush.
Although men far'd and lodged very hard,
Yet innocence was better than a guard.
'T was long before spiders and worms had drawn
Their dungy webs, or hid with cheating lawne
New England's beautyes, which still seem'd to me
Illustrious in their own simplicity.

'T was ere the neighbouring Virgin-Land had broke
The hogsheads of her worse than hellish smoak.
'T was ere the Islands sent their presents in,
Which but to use was counted next to sin.
'T was ere a barge had made so rich a freight
As chocolate, dust-gold and bitts of eight.
Ere wines from France and Muscovadoe to,
Without the which the drink will scarsly doe.
From western isles ere fruits and delicacies
Did rot maids' teeth and spoil their handsome faces.
Or ere these times did chance, the noise of war
Was from our towns and hearts removed far.
No bugbear comets in the chrystal air
Did drive our christian planters to despair.
No sooner pagan malice peeped forth

But valour snib'd it. Then were men of worth
Who by their prayers slew thousands, angel-like;
Their weapons are unseen with which they strike.
Then had the churches rest; as yet the coales
Were covered up in most contentious souls:
Freeness in judgment, union in affection,

Dear love, sound truth, they were our grand protection,

Then were the times in which our councells sate,
These gave prognosticks of our future fate.
If these be longer liv'd our hopes increase,
These warrs will usher in a longer peace.
But if New England's love die in its youth,
The grave will open next for blessed truth.
This theame is out of date, the peacefull hours
When castles needed not, but pleasant bowers.
Not ink, but bloud and tears now serve the turn
To draw the figure of New England's urne.
New England's hour of passion is at hand;
No power except divine can it withstand.
Scarce hath her glass of fifty years run out,
But her old prosperous steeds turn heads about,
Tracking themselves back to their poor beginnings,
To fear and fare upon their fruits of sinnings,

So that the mirror of the christian world
Lyes burnt to heaps in part, her streamers furl'd.
Grief sighs, joyes flee, and dismal fears surprize
Not dastard spirits only, but the wise.
Thus have the fairest hopes deceiv'd the eye
Of the big-swoln expectant standing by:
Thus the proud ship after a little turn,
Sinks into Neptune's arms to find its urne:
Thus hath the heir to many thousands born
Been in an instant from the mother torn:
Even thus thine infant cheeks begin to pale,
And thy supporters through great losses fail.
This is the Prologue to thy future woe,
The Epilogue no mortal yet can know.

OUR FOREFATHERS' SONG.

THIS song is stated in the Massachusetts Historical Collections to have been "taken memoriter, in 1785, from the lips of an old lady at the advanced period of 96." It is also found in the Massachusetts Magazine for January, 1791. Both copies are identical. It is of an early date, and has been carried back to the year 1630. Four lines in the stanza before the last appear missing. New England's annoyances you that would know them,

Pray ponder these verses which briefly doth shew them.

The place where we live is a wilderness wood, Where grass is much wanting that's fruitful and good:

Our mountains and hills and our vallies below,
Being commonly covered with ice and with snow;
And when the north-west wind with violence blows,
Then every man pulls his cap over his nose:
But if any's so hardy and will it withstand,
He forfeits a finger, a foot or a hand.

But when the Spring opens we then take the hoe,
And make the ground ready to plant and to sow ;
Our corn being planted and seed being sown,
The worms destroy much before it is grown;
And when it is growing some spoil there is made,
By birds and by squirrels that pluck up the blade;
And when it is come to full corn in the ear,
It is often destroyed by raccoon and by deer.
And now our garments begin to grow thin,
And wool is much wanted to card and to spin;
If we can get a garment to cover without,
Our other in-garments are clout upon clout:
Our clothes we brought with us are apt to be torn,
They need to be clouted soon after they're worn,
But clouting our garments they hinder us nothing,
Clouts double, are warmer than single whole cloth-
ing

If fresh meat be wanting, to fill up our dish,
We have carrots and turnips as much as we wish;
And is there a mind for a delicate dish

We repair to the clam-banks, and there we catch

fish.

Instead of pottage and puddings, and custards and pies,

Our pumpkins and parsnips are common supplies; We have pumpkins at morning, and pumpkins at

noon,

If it was not for pumpkins we should be undone.

If barley he wanting to make into malt,
We must be contented, and think it no fault;
For we can make liquor to sweeten our lips,

Of pumpkins and parsnips and walnut tree chipa

Now while some are going let others be coming,
For while liquor's boiling it must have a scumining;
But I will not blame them, for birds of a feather,
By seeking their fellows are flocking together.
But you whom the Lord intends hither to bring,
Forsake not the honey for fear of the sting;
But bring both a quiet and contented mind,
And all needful blessings you surely will find.

THOMAS MAKIN.

THOMAS MAKIN was the author of two Latin poems addressed to James Logan, and found. among his papers after his death; they are entitled, Encomium Pennsylcaniæ, and In laudes Pennsylraniæ poema, sen descriptio Pennsylvania, and bear date in 1728 and 1729. The second is "principally retained," as he phrases it, by Robert Proud, who adds an English translation by himself, in his History of Pennsylvania. Makin was an usher under George Keith, in 1689, in the Friends' Public Grammar School in Philadel

phia, and succeeded him as principal in the following year. He was frequently chosen clerk of the Provincial Assembly, but his school not proving productive, he removed to the interior.t His verses describing the features of town and country appear to have been written for amusement, and belong to the curiosities of literature. We give a brief passage of both the rural and city descriptions.

Hic avis est quædam dulci celeberrima voce,
Quæ variare sonos usque canendo solet.
Hie avis est quædam minima et pulcherrima plumis,
Sugere quæ flores usque volando solet.
Unde fugain muscæ in morem properare videtur,
Tanquain non oculis aspicienda diu.

Hic avis est quædam rubro formosa colore,
Gutture quæ plumis est maculata nigris.
Hic avis est repetens, Whip, Whip, Will, voce joco:i;
Que tota veruo tempore nocte canit.

Hic et aves aliæ, quotquot generantur ab ovis,
Scribere jam quaruti nomina inane foret,
Innumeræ volitare solent hic sæpe columbæ;
Unde frequens multis obvia præda datur.
Hic restate solet tanquam äere gaudent alto,
Tollere se ex summis sæpe acipenser aquis
Qui salit ac resilit toties (mirabile visu)

In cymbas ingens præda aliquando cadit.
Regius hic piscis minime pretiosus habetur;
Karior est at ubi, carior est et ibi.

Tis here the mocking bird extends his throat,
And imitates the birds of ev'ry note;
'Tis here the smallest of the feather'd train,
The humming bird, frequents the flow'ry plain.

George Keith, celebrated both as an advocate and opponent of the Quakers was born in Aberdeen, and came to East Jersey in 1682, where he was appointed surveyor-general. He was, as we have seen, at the head of a school in Philadelphia in 1659. In 1891, after having made a propagandist tour in New England, be left the sect with a few followers, the Fcceders calling themselves Christian Quakers. He not long after took orders in the Church of England, officiated about a year in New York and Boston, and travelled through the Fettlements as a missionary. He returned to England in 1706, and passed the remainder of his life as rector of Edburton in Sussex. He published in 1706 a Journal of Travels from New Hampshire to Caratuck, which was reprinted in 1852 by the Protestant Episcopal Historical Society, in the first volume of their Collections, and a number of controversial works, which were not deficient in energy.

+ Proud's History, 11. 861. Some Account of the Early Poets and Poetry of Pennsylvania, by Joshua Francis Fisher. Penn. Hist. Soc. Coll, vol. il, pt. 8, p. 78.

Its motion quick seems to elude the eye; It now a bird appears, and now a fly.

The various woodpeckers here charm the sight;
Of mingled red, of beautious black and white.
Here whip-per-will; a bird, whose fanci'd name
From its nocturnal note imagined, came.*
Here, in the fall, large flocks of pigeons fly,
So numerous, that they darken all the sky.
Here other birds of ev'ry kind appear,
Whose names would be too long to mention here.
Large sturgeons num'rous crowd the Delaware;
Which, in warin weather, leap into the air;
So high, that (strange to tell!) they often fly
Into the boats, which on the river ply!
That royal fish is little valu'd here;

But where more scarce, 'tis more esteemed and dear,
Pulchra duos inter sita stat Philadelphia rivos;
Inter quos duo sunt millia longa viæ.
Delawar hic major, Sculkil minor ille vocatur;
Indis et Suevis notus uterque diu.
Edibus ornatur multis urbs limite longo,

Que parva emieuit tempore magna brevi.
Hic plateas mensor spatiis delineat æquis,

Et domui recto est ordine juncta domus
Quinque sacre hac redes una numerantur in urbe,
Altera non etiam distat ab urbe procul.
Ex quibus una alias est quae supereminet omnes;
Cujus nondum ingens perficiatur opus.
Præcinit hie sacros divina melodia psalmos:
Et vox totins succinit inde chori.

Elevet hoc hominum mentes, et mulceat aures,
Sed cor devotum psallit in aure Dei.
Basis huic posita est excelsa firma futuræ
Turris, ubi dicunt æra sonora fore.
Hic in gymnasiis linguæ docentur et artes
Ingenue; multis doctor & ipse fui.
Una schola hic alias etiam supereminet omnes
Romano et Graco quæ docet ore loqui.
Fair Philadelphia next is rising seen,
Between two rivers plac'd, two miles between;
The Delaware and Sculkil, new to fame,
Both ancient streams, yet of a modern name,
The city, form'd upon a beautious plan,
Has many houses built, tho' late began;
Rectangular the streets, direct and fair;
And rectilinear all the ranges are.

Five houses here for sacred use are known,
Another stands not far without the town.
Of these appears one in a grander style,
But yet unfinish'd is the lofty pile.
Here psalms divine melodious accents raise,
And choral symphony sweet songs of praise:
To raise the mind, and sooth the pious ear;
But God devoted minds doth always hear.
A lofty tow'r is founded on this ground,
For future bells to make a distant sound
Here schools, for learning, and for arts, are seen;
In which to many I've a teacher been:
But one, in teaching, doth the rest excel,
To know and speak the Greek and Latin well.

JOHN JOSSELYN.

THE first mention we have of John Josselyn is from his own words, that he set sail for New England April 26, and arrived at Boston on the 3d of July, 1638. Here he "presented his respects to Mr. Winthrop the governor, and to Mr. Cotton the teacher of Boston church, to whom he delivered, from Mr. Francis Quarles the poet, the translation of the 16, 25, 51, 88, 113, and 137 Psalms into English meter.' He returned to England in October of the following year. A

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And Heaven to seas descended: no star shown;
Blind night in darkness, tempests and her own
Dread terrors lost; yet this dire lightning turns
To more fear'd light; the sea with lightning burns,
The pilot knew not what to chuse or fly,

Art stood amaz'd in ambiguity.

He thus cominences the recital of his second voyage.

I have heard of a certain merchant in the west of England, who after many great losses, walking upon the sea bank in a calm sun-shining day; observing the smoothness of the sea, coming in with a chequered or dimpled wave: Ah (quoth he) thou flattering element, many a time hast thou inticed me to throw myself and my fortunes into thy arms; but thou hast hitherto proved treacherous; thinking to find thee a mother of increase, I have found thee to be the mother of mischief and wickedness; yea the father of prodigies; therefore, being now secure, I will trust thee no more. But mark this man's reso

lution a while after, periculum maris spes lucri superat. So fared it with me, that having escaped the dangers of one voyage, must needs put on a resolution for a second, wherein I plowed many a churlish billow with little or no advantage, but rather to my loss and detriment. In the setting down whereof I propose not to insist in a methodical way, but according to my quality, in a plain and brief relation as I have done already; for I perceive, if I used all the art that possibly I could, it would be difficult to please all, for all men's eyes, ears, faith, and judgments are not of a size. There be a sort of stagnant stinking spirits, who, like flies, lie sucking at the botches of carnal pleasures, and never travelled so much sen as is between Heth ferry and Lyon Key; yet notwithstanding (sitting in the chair of the scornful over their whists and draughts of intoxication) I will desperately censure the relations of the greatest travellers. It was a good proviso of a learned man, never to report wonders, for in so doing of the greatest he will be sure not to be believed, but laughed at, which certainly bewrays their ignorance and want of discretion. Of fools and madmen then I shall take no care, I will not invite these in the least to honour me with a glance from their supercilious eyes; but rather advise them to keep their inspection for their fine tongu'd romances and plays. This homely piece, I protest ingenuously, is prepared for such only who well know how to make use of their charitable constructions towards works of this nature, to whom I submit myself in all my faculties, and proceed in my second voyage.

He sailed May 23d, 1663, and returned December 1, 1671-the interval of eight and a half years having been passed in New England. He published, the year after his return, New England's Rarities Discovered. In it he gives us a

New England's Rarities Discovered in Birds, Beasts, Fishes Serpents, and Plants of that Country; Together with the Physical and Chyrurgical Remedies wherewith the Na tives constantly use to cure their Distempera, Wounds, and Sores. Also a Perfect Description of an Indian Bque, in all

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