Question 290.

the Altitude 18° 11'; query the Latitude of

Gentleman has a horizontal triangu

Afar Garden, at the Angles of which are erected three Towers, A, B, C, their Distances from each other and Heights, viz. AB 50, AC 47, CB 40; the Tower A 38, B=42, C=45. Now a Ladder is to be placed at fome Point within the Garden, fo as from thence to reach exactly the Top of every Tower; the Length of the Ladder is required, and the Dif tance it must stand from each? Without Algebra.

N. B. The fame Question was also propofed by Mr. J. Sadler, of Marbury, in Cheshire, but bis Solution is by Algebra.

Question 292.

By Mr. T. Todd, of Smithfield.

Uppofe a Gentleman's Fortune were put in the Bank of England, at 4 p Cent, per Annum, Compound-intereft, as follows, viz. 1. the firft Day; 81. the fecond Day, &c. every Sum of Pounds put to la Day; 27. the third Day; 647. the fourth tereft, being equal the Cube of the refpective Number of Days: But, at the fame Time orders the Bank to pay his Son 142 the End of the first Day, 4. at the End of two Days, 97. at the End of three Days, 16. at the End of four Days, &c. every Sum of Pounds paid by the Bank, being equal to the Square of the refpective Nomber of Days. Query the precife Number of Days when the Gentleman will have 100,000l. in the Bank?

8 31 36

15 35 50

7 29 17 14 29 37

47

986

Ditto central Egrefs

56

47

13

10

24 50

24 43

15 50 36

7 47 11 29

2 13

20

26 27

51 II

is here reprefented; their Backs were of a dark lived Colour, but their Bellies almost White: I was

informed by one

To love, the dorio mufe, I pleas'd exhort,

And all her transport with soft transport court;

Like Pope! Oh! could I warble paft'ral lays, And fing the fhades, ye nymphs, how wou'd I praise

Each woodland form, exciting fylvan love, Which your dear smiles to ripen'd joy improve; Attempting yet, I ftretch my half-fledg'd wing,

And artless ftrive young Corridel to fing.
Young Corridel, the prince of fylvan fhades,
Whofe pendent glooms encircle M******
maids,

What time the eve adumbrates o'er the May,
And Philomela trills her wanted lay.
-Each turn of paffion let me now pursue,
And for the truth, oh! M, appeal to you.
Each turn of Paffion Corridel poffefs'd,
When love, long labour'd, occupied his Breaft.
'Twas one May morning when the dew-
dreft-plain

Juft felt Aurora's life reviving reign,
And breeze-brush'd flowers shook their filver
heads

And fprinkled moisture o'er their meady beds, The swain awoke,nought did his bofom move

Of folemn peace, and melancholy mien,
Redrefs my cares, if aught my cares concern
Your kind redressing. - O, ye dryads, kam
To feel my woe,
ye dryads, who fo long
Have breath'd foft mufic thro' my ruftic fong;
For you, ye pow'rs, your Corridel resorts
To quietlefs peace, and fhuns the guilty courts;
Sequeftred lives from all the world but you,
And bids all greatnefs, unconcern'd, adieu!
If aught you know, ye monarchs of the shades,
The purgent pain which my poor breast in-
vades ;

The Pain of love, which troubles each reteaty
And mingles bitter in each former fweet ;
How jocund I! how pass'd my chearful hours
Before I faw, attend ye facred pow'rs, -
The matchlefs charms of Ceila's beauteous face?
Why did I fee her, ah! why did I gaze?
Ah! hapless fwain, how great was thy

furprife,

When on her charms thou rivettedft thy eyes! When in ftrange flurries leapt thy ravish'd heart, And from thy throne thy reafon did depart; When all thy wishes, all thy thoughts thou

ow'd

The new-born pleasure of a love-ftruck breaft,
By me experienc'd, and by me poffefs'd?
Too long, -too long, I faid-too long, and
why?

Myfelf can end them, by myfelf I'll die.
Oh no! come hope, uphold my frantic fenfe,
And o'er my paffion thy foft pow'r dispense;
I once remember, as upon the Lee

I told her love,· the whifper'd love to me;
But when last night I met her on the plain,
She frown'd, and flew me with a cold difd ain.
The careful planter is not frighted more,
When from the ground his blooming hops are

Himself the chearful'ft of the ruftic throng.
The vocal plain now witnefs'd his delight,
And all was gay and pleasant in his fight.
One eve,- - beneath yon mountain's bower'd
Ateep,

When Nature funk into her foftest sleep,
And nought was heard but murmur-making
rills,

And Philomela's love-concerted trills,

His boxen flute, beneath his notice, flung,
These doubtful accents iffued from his tongue:
O e'er recorded be the bleffed hour,
When Corride! firft own'd the heav'nly power
Of Celia, lovely as the fmiles of heav'n,
In blushing fpring, to fmiling nature given ;
When gentle wishes wake the young defires
Of love's delightful, love's enchanting fires.
O Papbian queen! I cannot, won't be free,
I joy eated in loft liberty.

But ah! fond youth, and art thou now fe

In peace now Corridel retir'd to. reft,
And fleep, before a stranger, now poffefs'd,
Scarce had the gleaming of the following
day

Betray'd the coming of the morning ray,
When Cerridel awoke, how great his care,
And to the meadows chearful did repair,
But ah! his Celia, Celia was not there.;
Now felt the youth of jealoufy the fmart,
Which crush'd his hope, and blacken'd o'er
his heart:

Now here he roam'd, now there his steps he led,

And half diftracted to a covert fled;
Then cry'd, oh! thou inconftant, cruel
maid,

May all thy charms, and all thy graces fade;
May others, if they love as much as I,
Like me deteft you, and your beauties fly ;*
Difdain your charms, may each enamour'd
youth;

For what are charms, without the charms of

With mutual paffion, arm in arm they
ftray'd,

To Hymen offer'd, and to Venus pray'd.
Unclouded now their tranquil minutes fhine,
She loves her (wain, and he thinks her divine,
A peerless pattern of connubial love,
Which this life equals unto that above.

May 15, 1760.

MUSARUM AMICUS.

On INNOCENCE.

WOW bleft the fwain of Innocence poffefs'd!

H°

How fafe from ills and guarded in his breaft! Whate'er his lot, his steps where'er he beads, A conftant heart-felt peace, his mind attend. Nan Whether

fky.

As folid cliffs, encompass'd with the deep, Stand proof to wayes that beat the tow'ring fteep,

Tho' rapid furges dafh with mounting pride,
Remain unmov'd amid the lab'ring tide':
So ftands the man, fecur'd by Innocence,
Whofe folid virtue is his fure defence,
When bursting orbs expand in open air,
And Chaos reigns in each diffolving fphere;
Convulfive nature from its order hurl'd,
And fweeping flames fpread o'er a trembling
world;

Archangels with loud founding trumps declare,
Expiring time's concluding period near;
Undaunted he the awful fcene furveys,
Intrepid, firm, and free from wild amaze:
Nor tott ring worlds low falling can furprife,
But undifnay'd, he mounts his native fkies.
1. B.

The ETERNAL SCOLD. Imitated from the French of Le Pafferat. Riend, haft thou never heard old Ocean roar,

When the black tempeft hovers, big with

fear?

Impetuous dafh'd against the rocky fhore,

It's hoarfe refounding fills th' astonish'd ear. Or, haft thou never heard loud thunders crack, (Swift fkim the lightnings 'long the liquid

fky)

wreck,

In thoufand fragments fcatter'd far and nigh? The whelp-robb'd tigress haft thou never met, Nor trac'd the furies of her angry mien ? Nor the rell lyon, when with toils befet, His hideous roarings heard, his flashing eyeballs feen?

An ENIGMA.

IKE free-born princes, I am unconfin'd,

As rapid ftreams, the raging waves, or wind,

Beyond the reach of human laws to bind; From pole to pole, from earth to her I