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down the Kantuffa in the four quarters of the world; for I do not know where I am going." Even the wild animals themselves, both birds and beafts, especially the Guinea fowl, know how well it is qualified to protect them. "In this fhelter, the hunter in vain could endeavour to moleft them, were it not for a hard haired dog, or terrier of the smallest fize, who being defended from the thorns by the roughness of his coat, goes into the cover, and brings them and the partridges alive, one by one, to his master.

"The branches of the Kantuffa ftand two and two upon the ftalk; the leaves are difpofed two and two likewife, without any fingle one at the point; whereas the branches bearing the leaves part from the ftalk; at the immediate joining of them are two thick thorns placed perpendicular and parallel alternately; but there are alfo fingle ones diftributed in all the interstices throughout the branch.

"The male plant (we here copy Mr. Bruce) which I fuppofe this to be, has a one leaved perianthium, divided into five fegments; and this falls off with the flower. The flower is compofed of five petals, in the middle of which rise ten stamina or filaments, the outer row fhorter than thofe of the middle, with long ftigmata, having yellow farina upon them. The flowers grow in a bunch, generally between three and four inches long, in a conical difpofition, that is, broader at the base than the point. The infide of the leaves are a vivid green, in the outfide much lighter. It grows in the form of a bush, with a multitude of fmall branches rifing immediately from the ground, and is generally feven or eight feet high. I faw it when in flower only, never when bearing fruit. It has a very ftrong smell, resembling that of the fmall fcented flower, called mignionette, fown in vafes and boxes in windows or rooms, where flowers are kept."

Many plants, which in their native ftate are highly detrimental to a favage people, can be converted to use

141 ful purposes by a civilized nation; and among this clafs may be ranked the Kantuffa. What a fine fence would this make in a climate favourable to its growth!. What a delightful odour would it exhale, and how agreeable to the eye it would appear!

Queries.

WHAT good reafon can our modern critics affign for only allowing 24 hours to be occupied, from the commencement to the completion of a tragic plot, rather than 24 years?-Cannot that fertile genius that can imagine he fees, in the fcenery, the azure canopy, and kings and heroes risen from their graves, after an interval of fome hundred years, to flirt an hour upon the ftage, with equal facility, and much more propriety, suppose a rational time admitted for the fulfilment of the fates of confpicuous perfonages, and the revolutions of mighty empires?-Why accufe a Shakespear for carrying his scene, in pursuit of his game, beyond feas? Muft the fact fubmit to the critic, or the critic to the fact? Is it more difficult to fuppofe that you are now in France and now in Britain, than you are altogether in France; or that the whole theatrical exhibition is not a mock? T.

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A familiarity contracted by the ftrictest and longest continued friendfhip, does not difpenfe from politeness; and the freedom permitted among friends ought always to be accompanied with it, especially in the prefence of others. As there can be no fincere friendship without efteem, at least to a certain degree, and in certain refpects, two friends owe to each other marks of esteem as well as marks of friendship. Friendships are often broke, or at leaft interrupted, because that under the pretexts of acting freely and without referve, they come infenfibly to behave without politeness.

Abfence-An Ode.

Of joys departed

Never to return, how painful the remembrance !

Ye dark rugged rocks that recline o'er the deep,
Ye breezes that figh o'er the main,

Here shelter me under your cliffs, while I weep,
And ceafe, while ye hear me complain;
For diftant, alas! from my native dear fhores,
And far from each friend now I be;

And wide is the mercilefs ocean, that roars
Between my Matilda and me.

BLAIR.

How bleft were the times when together we stray'd (While Phoebe thone filent above)

Beneath the lone beeches' mild checquering fhade,
And talk'd the whole evening of love!
Around us all Nature lay wrapt up in peace,
Nor noife could our pleafures annoy,

Save Cartha's hoarfe brawling, convey'd on the breeze,
That footh'd us to love and to joy.

If haply, fome youth had his paffion express'd,
And prais'd the bright charms of her face,
What horrors, unceafing, revolv'd thro' my breast,
While, fighing, I ftole from the place.

For where is the eye that could view her alone,
The ear that could lift to her ftrain,

Nor with the adorable Nymph for his own,
Nor double the pangs I fuftain!,...

Thou Moon that now brightens thofe regions above,
How oft haft thou witnefs'd my blifs!

While breathing my tender expreffions of love,
I feal'd each kind vow with a kifs.

Ah! then, how I joy'd, while I gaz'd on her charms!
What transports flew fwift thro' my heart!
I prefs'd the dear beautiful maid in my arms;
Nor dream'd that we ever would part.

But now from the dear, from the tenderest maid,
By fortune unfeelingly torn ;

'Midst strangers, who wonder to see me so sad,
In fecret I wander forlorn;

And oft while drear Midnight affembles her fhades,
And filence pours fleep from her throne,
Pale, lonely, and penfive, I fteal through the glades,
And figh 'midst the darkness my moan.

In vain to the town I retreat for relief;
In vain to the groves I complain;

Belles, Coxcombs and uproar, can ne'er foothe my grief,
And folitude nurfes my pain.

Still abfent from her whom my bofom loves beft,

I languish in mis'ry and care;

Her prefence could banish each woe from my breast, But her abfence, alas! is defpair.

Paisley, Jan. 9. 1791.

Cupid Stung.-Anacreon.

A flumb'ring bee, by love unfeen,

Had in a bed of roses been;

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The god was ftung, the wound was fore,
And anguish made the urchen roar—
Away he flew with all his might,
To feek his mother Venus bright:
Mamma, your fon is kill'd he cries;
"Kill'd is your fon-your Cupid dies:
"A little ferpent wounded me-
"Yea, wings it has, and call'd-a Bee!
"If a Bee's fting fo fharp can prove,
"How harp," fays the,

A. W—n.

99 are wounds of love* !"

A Subfcriber.

Is this an original? We think we have seen it before.

Ode to Memory, 1748.

O MEMORY! celeftial maid!

Who glean'ft the flow'rets cropt by Time; And, fuff'ring not a leaf to fade,

Preferv'ft the bloffoms of our prime ; Bring, bring those moments to my mind, When life was new, and LESBIA kind :

And bring that garland to my fight,

With which my favour'd crook she bound
And bring that wreath of roses bright,
Which then my feftive temples crown'd;
And to my raptur'd ear convey
The gentle things fhe deign'd to say:

And sketch with care the Mufe's bower,
Where Isis rolls her filver tide;
Nor yet omit one reed or flow'r

That fhines on CHERWELL'S verdant fide
If fo thou mayft those hours prolong,
When polish'd LYCON join'd my fong.

The fong it 'vails not to recite

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But fure, to foothe our youthful dreams, Thofe banks and ftreams appear'd more bright Than other banks, than other streams:

Or, by thy foftening pencil fhewn,
Affume they beauties not their own?

And paint that sweetly vacant scene,
When, all beneath the poplar bough,
My fpirits light, my foul ferene,

I breath'd in verfe one cordial vow
That nothing should my foul inspire,
But friendship warm, and love entire.

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