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mer obfervations, I thought proper to make fcarifications, and afked the Lady's leave, affuring her that I be lieved this operation to be the only remedy. Before I began, I examined the tumor again. It had, in lefs than an hour, extended as far as the dugs, She breathed with great difficulty, and was much funk. I forthwith made, incifions as far as the mufcles, near two inches deep, and ten or twelve, long: a ferous liquor iffued out, which continued ouzing two days; and from' the lymphatic veffels was difcharged. B a coagulated lymph wherewith they were much diftended I diftinguished here and there cells large enough to contain a bean, filled with the like lymph, which I let out. This was all, befides the proper dreffings, whereby, I recovered the mare so as to be put to the coach in ten days.

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July 23, 1757, M. Joly de Fleury, Procuratorin Parliament, fent me one of his horfes, bit, as they told me, by a fhrew moufe. Encouraged by my laft experiment, I immediately made long and deep fcarifications on the tumor, whereby much coagulated lymph was difcharged, the veffels, like the former, being as big as goose quills. Some of this lymph was of a yellowith colour, and the other white, intermixed with black fpots; and there were, befides, many of the cells, or hydatids, above described: Befides which, for three days together, a yellow ferofity continued running down E the legs, to the quantity of two or three pints; and the leg on the fide; affected, which was greatly fwoln, gradually diminished.

This horfe, for four days together, had an extream difficulty of respiration, and rattled much in the throat, as he was led along. He was cured in about a fortnight.

The following Auguft, M. Beaupres horfe was brought to me in the fame condition, fave that the lymphatics were lefs turgid, and the hydatids fewer; however, the tumor was very confiderable. This horfe returned to the coach in little more than a fortnight.

The next November, I cured a horfe with the fame diforder, belonging to the Marchiones de Montaude.

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As foon as the disease is perceived, H the horse fhould be flung, the tumor Lid open the whole length of it, and

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the muscles: But as there may be danger of cutting the external crural vein, hid by the tumor, it is proper, before-hand, to make a ligature under it, by way of preventing an hemorrhage. This remark I think the more pertinent, as molt farriers, ignorant of the nature of the blood's circulation, are apt to make two ligatures, one above and another below. Should an artery happen to be cut, a piece of agaric must be clapped to it, and held clofe for the fpace of half an hour.

As foon as the scarifications are made, they fhould be washed with fpirit of turpentine, three or four times in the space of five or fix hours, to prevent a gangrene, and afterwards washed with Alibourg weter, 'till the cure is compleated.

From the beginning, the horfe fhould be walked for about four minutes, five or fix times a day. If his breathing be difficult, he must be bled, have emollient clyfters, and eat but little for two or three days; then be fed with bran, allowing him a little'. hay for three or four days; after which he may be walked half an hour three or four times a day. If the leg be very much fwoln, emollient bathings, with gentle frictions, will be proper. When the wounds cease to drain, he fhould be drenched with fudorifics, to promote the transpiration of the remaining humours. He ought to be well covered, and kept in a warm place, till, by degrees, he is fit to take his ordinary food; three or four days after which he may be fent home as perfectly cured.

Mr URBAN,

́ ́April 24, 1766. N your last Magazine, among the IN articles of news, you infert the memorable cafe of Richard Parsons, as it was found in the Gloucefler Journal; fince whicb, at the request of a, friend in London, I'm Dallaway, Esq; the High Sheriff, who lives within two miles of Chalford, has examined into the affair, and has tranfinitted a par ticular account of it in a letter, from which the following extract is taken, which you are defired to preferve in your ufeful intelligencer, as it tends to confirm that natural and revealed truth, that there is a God who judges in the Earth. I am, Sir, &c.

R WINTER. On February 20 last, Richard Parjons and three more met at a private house in Chalford, in order to play at cards,

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#bout 6 o'clock in the evening. They played at loo till about 11 or 12 that night, when they changed their game for whift: After a few deals, a difpute arofe about the state of the game. Parfens afferted, with oaths, that they were fix, which the others denied A upon which he wished, that he might never enter into the kingdom of heaven, and that his flesh might rot upon bis bones, if they were not fix in the game. Thefe wifkes were feveral times repeated, both then and afterwards. Upon this the candle was put out by one James B Young, a ftander-by, who fays, he was fhocked with the oaths and expres fions he heard, and that he put out the candle with a design to put an end to the game.

his imagination was engaged at cards. He ftarted, had diftracted looks and geftures, and in a dreadful fit of fhaking and trembling, died on Tuesday morning, the 4th of March laft, and was buried the next day at the parith church of Bifley. His eyes were open when he died, and could not be closed by the common methods; so that they remained open when he was put into the coffin: From this circumftance arofe a report, that he wisbed bis eyes might never clofe; but this was able witneffes, I am fully convinced a mistake; for, from the moft creditno fuch with was uttered, and the fact is, that he did close his eyes after he was taken with the mortification, and either dosed or flept several times.

When the body came to be laid out, it appeared all over difcoloured or fpotted; and it might, in the most literal fenfe, be faid, that his flesh rotCted on his bones before he died.

Prefently, upon this, they adjourned to another house, and there began a fresh game, when Parfons and his partner had great fuccefs. Then they play'd at loo again till four in the morning. During this fecond playing, Parfons complained to one Rolles, his partner, of a bad pain in his leg, which from that time increased.-There was an appearance of a swelling, and afterwards the colour changed to that of a mortified state. On the following Sunday he rade to Minch-D in Hampton, to get the advice of Mr Pegler the furgeon in that town, who attended him from the Thursday after February 27. Notwithstanding all the applications that were made, the mortification increased, and thewed itself in different parts of his body. On Monday, March 3, at the requeft of fome of his female relations, the clergyman of Bifley attended him, and administered the facrament, without any knowledge of what had happened before, and which he continued a ftranger to till he faw the account in the Gloucefier Journal. Parfons appeared to be extremely ignorant of Religion, having been accustomed to fwear, to drink, (though he was not F in liquor when he uttered the above execrable with) to game, and to profane the Sabbath, tho' he was only in his 19th year; yet, after he had received the facrament, he appeared to have some sense of the ordinance; for he faid, Now I must never fin again; be boped that God would forgive him, baving been wicked not above fix years, and that, whatever should happen, he avould not play at cards again.

After this he was in great agony, chiefly delirious, spoke of his companions by name, and feemed as if (Gent, Mag, APRIL 1766.)

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Mr Dallarway, having defired Mr Pegler, the furgeon, to fend him his thoughts of Parfons's cafe, received from him the following account.

"SIR, You defire me to acquaint you, in writing, with what I know relating to the melancholy cafe of the late Richard Parfons; a requeft I readily comply with, hoping that his fad cataftropbe will ferve to admonish all those who profane the facred name of God.

February 27 laft, I vifited Rich. Parfans, who I found had an inflamed leg, Atretching from the foot almoft to the kne, tending to a gangrene. The tenfenefs and redness of the skin was almoft gone off, and become of a dufkith and livid colour, and felt very lax and flabby: Symptoms being fo dangerous, fome incifions were made down to the quick, fome fpirituous fomentations made use of, and the whole limb dressed up with fuch applications as are most approved in fuch defperate circumftances, joined with proper internal medicines. The next day be feemed much the fame; but on March 1, he was worse, the incifions difcharging a harp foetid ichor (which is generally of the worst confequence.) On the next day, which was Sunday, the fymptoms feemed to be a little more favourable; but, to my great furprize, the very next day, I found his leg not only mortified up to the knee, but the fame began anew in four different parts, viz. under eac eye, on the top of the shoulder, on one hand; and in about 12!

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great feftivals were usually attended with an Odave; (fee your Magazine 1762. p. 568.) that is, they were wont to continue 8 days, whereof the firft and the laft were the principal; and you will find that the first of April is A the Octave of the 25th of March, and the clote or ending, confequently, of that feast, which was both the festival of the annunciation, and of the commencement of the new year. From hence, as I take it, it became a day of extraordinary mirth and feftivity, efpecially amongst the lower fort, who are apt to pervert and to make a bad ufe of inftitutions which at firft might be very laudable in themselves.

account for the expreffion, an April Fool, and the ftrange custom so univerfally prevalent throughout this kingdom, of people's making Fools of B one another on the ift of April, by try. ing to impofe upon each other, and fending one another, upon that day, upon frivolous, ridiculous, and abfurd errands. However, fomething I have to offer on the fubject, and I fhall here -throw it out, if it were only to in

ments. The custom, no doubt, had an original, and one of a very general nature; and therefore one may reasonably hope, that though one perfon may not be so happy as to investigate the meaning and occafion of it, yet another poffibly may. But I am the more ready to attempt a folution of D this difficulty, because I find Mr Bourne, in his Antiquitates Vulgares. has totally omitted it, though it fell fo plainly within the compafs of his defign.

I obferve, firft, Mr Urban, that this cuffom, and expreffion, has no connection at all, with the Feftum Hypodiaconorum, Feftum Stultorum, Feftum Fa⚫tuorum, Feflum Innocentium, &c. mentioned in Du Frefne; for thefe jocular *festivals were kept at a very different time of the year.

zdly, That I have found no traces, either of the name, or of the custom, in other countries, infomuch that it appears to me to be an indigenal cuftom of our own. I fpeak only as to myfelf in this; for others, perhaps, may have difcovered it in other parts, tho' I have not.

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2. Whether it is not a clandeftine practice for the Lord of a Manor, or any other perfon or perfons whom he may employ, to take a gun away from an unqualified perfon whom he or they may have seen shoot with it at birds that are not game on his manor? Or if unqualified persons should be caught in the fields purfuing fnipes, Jarks, or any fuch kind of birds, and refufe to deliver his gun to him, or to his game-keeper, whether he can make him pay a penalty of five pounds for fuch offence?

3.. Whether the law enables a proprietor of a field to fhoot a dog which he may have feen hunt in his ground, provided the owner be an unqualified perfon?

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1. IT is not lawful for an unqualified perfon to fhoot at all; and therefore he cannot shoot birds, whether game or not.

2. The Lord of a Manor, or his game-keepers lawfully deputized, may take a gun, or other engine or inftrument to destroy game, from an unqualified perfon, but the Lord (if prefent) is to declare and openly pronounce his right, before he doth it ; & the Gamekeeper is to fhew and produce his authority; befides, there is no derivation of it, and he cannot appoint a substitute.

3. If the Lord of a manor, or his deputy, were to shoot the dog of an unqualified perfon, it is a trefpafs, because the law hath not prescribed any fuch remedy, and the penalties he is fubject to are deemed fufficient.

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The THREE WARNINGS.
A TALE.

WHE tree of deepest root is found

Leaft willing fill to quit the ground; 'Twas therefore said by ancient fages, That love of life increas'd with years So much, that in our latter ftages, When pains grow fharp, and fickness rages, The greatest love of life appears, This great affection, to believe. Which all confefs, but few perceive, If old affertions can't prevail, Be pleas'd to hear a modern tale.

When fports went round, and all were gay
On neighbour Dobfon's wedding day,
Death call'd afide the jocund groom
With him into another room:
And looking grave,-You must, fays he,
Quit your fweet bride, and come with me.
With you! and quit my Sufan's fide!
With you! the hapless husband cry'd :
Young as I am; 'tis monftrous hard;
Befides, in truth, I'm not prepar'd:
My thoughts on other matters go,
This is my wedding night, you know.
What more he urg'd I have not heard.
His reafons could not well be ftronger;
So Death the poor delinquent spar'd,
And left to live a little longer.
Yet calling up a ferious look,
His hour-glais trembled while he spoke,
Neighbour, he faid, Farewell: No more
Shall death disturb your mirthful hour;
And further to avoid all blame
Of cruelty upon my name,
To give you time for preparation,
And fit you for your future ftation,
Three feveral warnings you fhall have
Before you're fummon'd to the grave.
Willing for once I'll quit my prey,

And grant a kind reprieve;
In hopes you'll have no more to say,
But when I call again this way

Well pleas'd the world will leave.
To thefe conditions both confented,
And parted, perfectly contented.

What next the hero of our tale befell,
How long he liv'd, how wife, how well,
How roundly he purfu'd his courfe,

And fmok'á his pipe, and ftrok'd his horse,
The willing mufe fhall tell :

He chaffer'd then, he bought, he fold,
Nor once perceiv'd his growing old,

Nor thought of death as near;

His friends not falfe, his wife no fhrew,
Many his gains, his children few,

He pafs'd his hours in peace;
But while he view'd his wealth increase,
While thus along life's dufty road
The Beaten track content he trod,
Old Time, whose hafte no mortal spares,
Uncall'd, unheeded, unawares,

Brought on his eightieth year.

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And now one night in musing moed,
As all alone he fate,

Th' unwelcome meffenger of Fate
Once more before him flood.

Half kill'd with anger and furprize,
So foon return'd! old Debfon cries.
So foon. d'ye call it! Death replies:
Surely, my friend, you're but in jeft.
Since I was here before,

'Tis fix and thirty years at leaft,

And you are now fourfcore.

So much the worfe, the Clown rejoin'd a To fpare the aged would be kind : However, fee your fearch be legal; And your authority-Is't regal? Elfe you are come on a fool's errand, With but a fecretary's warrant.

Befides, you promis'd me Three Warnings,

Which I have look'd for nights and mornings.

But for that lofs of time and cafe,

I can recover damages.

I know, cries Death, that at the beft,
I feldom am a welcome gueft;
But don't be captious, friend, at least:
I little thought you'd ftill be able
To ftump about your farm and ftable;
Your years have run to a great length,
I wish you joy tho' of your strength.

Hold, fays the Farmer, not so fast,
I have been lame thefe four years paft.

And no great wonder, Death replies,
However, you fill keep your eyes,
And fure to fee one's loves and friends,
For legs and arms would make amends.
Perhaps, fays Dobfon, so it might,
But latterly I've lost my fight.

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This is a fhocking ftory, faith, Yet there's fome comfort till, fays Death; Each ftrives your fadness to amufe,

I warrant you hear all the news.

There's none, cries he, and if there were, I'm grown fo deaf I could not hear,

Nay then, the spectre ftern rejoin'd, These are unjustifiable yearnings; If you are lame, and deaf, and blind, You've had your three fufficient Warnings. >So come along, no more well part, He faid, and touch'd him with his dart; And now old Dobfen turning pale, Yields to his fate-fo ends my tale.

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E maids, who Britain's court bedeck,
Wrett-fley, B-el--k, Tr-n, K ck,
Mifs M-dows and B-fe-wen!
A difmal tale I have to tell;
This is to bid you all farewell :
Farewell! for I am going.

I leave you, girls; indeed 'tis true,
Altho' to be efteem'd by you

Has ever been my pride :
"Tis often done at court, you know ;
To leave one's dearest friends, and ge
Over to t'other fide.

No longer thall we laugh an chat
In th'outer room on this and that,

Until the Q-n shall call :
Our gracious K-g has call'd me now ;
Nay, holds a tick up too, I vow,

And to God bless you all?
They tell me that one word a day
From him is worth the whole you fay,
Fair ladies, in a year

A word from him I highly prize:
But who can leave your beauteous eyes
Without one tender tear ?

No longer thall I now be feen
Handing along our matchlefs Queen,
So generous, good, and kind;
While one by one each fmiling lafe
Firft drops a curtfey as we pass,
Then trips along behind.
Adieu, my much lov'è golden key!
No longer to be worn by me,

Adorn'd with ribband blue;
Which late I heard look'd ill and pale
I thought it but an idle tale, -

But now believe 'twas true,
Farewell, my good Lord, too!
What can, alas your Tordfhip do
Alone among the maida?
You foon muft fome affistance afk;
You'll have a very arduous talk,
Unless you call for aid.

Great is the charge you have in care s
Indeed, my pretty maidens fair,

His fituation's nice.

A Cb-b-n we fhall expect,
That he fole guardian, shall prote&
Six maids without a VICE.

To Miss WT, with fome Flowers painted

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in Water Colours.

HE beauties of the blushing fpring

In brighteft tints could I display,
Or in foft numbers fweetly fing,
Like Leafows mufe, my melting lay:
To thee my bolom's gentle friend,

The flowert, and painter, wou'd belong;
On thee, and friendship muft depend
Alike the poet, and the fong.

Nor time, or diftance, e'er effae'd

The hours which once with thee I pafs'd; Deep in my heart, by friendship trac'd, The deat idea ftill shall laft.

How fair and fresh the op aing rofe,

With dew-drops fprinkl'd, breathes perfume ?
How fweet the modeft jes mine blows,
And honey-fuckles gayly bloom!
So, fresh and fair the days of youth
With life's fmooth current floats away,
The heart all innocence and truth,
The dancing spirits, blyth, and gay.
• Embrace each moment as it flies,
⚫ Nor let dull cares thy blifs deftroy
• To gay delights, new pleasures rife
Such was the fong of laughing joy.
But fee, at eve some noxious blaft
Deftroys the bloffoms of the morn;
Each tranfitory beauty past,

The ftalks are broke, and leaves are tora.
So will the freezing breath of time,
Chill the fair buds of hope and cafe,
Fade ev'ry pleasure in ita prime,

And scarcely leave the wish to please.
Yet, my lov'd friend, there ftill remains
One dear delight, one lafting joy ;
One healing balm, to footh the pains

Which peace and happiness destroy: Aid to the wretched, friendship bringe ; Can joys refine, can griefs affwage; ́ And, blooming as the myrtle, springa Fresh in the winter of old age.

To Mifs WHATELY on ber Poems,

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HEN female foftnefs tunes the
bling lyre

To amorous ftrains, it ravishes the foul;
It in our hearts excites the genial fire,

And facred tranfports o'er our bofoms roll; Whately, thy moving lays this truth declare,

I feel their influence, and its power I own, For they are foft and fweet as evening air

Yet chafte as pure Diana's virgin zone; But when thy mufe to loftier themes afpires

And mounts on tow'ring contemplation's wings To heaven, thy numbers glow with nobler fires, And lift the foul above terreftrial things. Go on, bright maid, inftruct the British fair, To be, like thee, éxalted and refin'd,

Bid them forfake the toilette's idle cares,

And learn to improve and cultivate the mind; Ah! little do they know what bliss attends

The culture of the mind (our nobleft part ;) Wisdom well pleas'd the arduous toil befriends, And knowledge opes her treasures to the heart. Whately thefe rude unpolish'd lines excufe

Which inharmonious flow, tho' you infpire
In vain I try to fing, the unskilful muse
Attempts in vain to tune the jarring lyre.
I adulation's foothing eloquence

Deteft, the dictates of my heart I write,
Stranger to fpeech refin'd, to lofty fenfe,
And all the gay impertinence of wit,
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Unblefs'd with learning's fcientific ray;
By virtue's laws I regulate my life,
And in thy paths, O fimple nature, firay;

Yet

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