KEEP COOL.

Much good advice is given in these two words— keep cool. There is an old proverb which says, "When Passion takes the helm, the ship is in danger ;" and few persons, we believe act from the impulse of feeling, without subsequent regret. "Give me the man, (says Hamlet) who is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart." We presume our readers recollect the advice of the philosopher Athenodorus to Cæsar, when the former was about retiring from court, on account of his great age. "Remember, Cæsar, (said he) whenever you are angry, that you say or do nothing, until you have distinctly repeated to yourself the four and twenty letters of the alphabet." Upon this (says the historian) Cæsar, catching him hastily by the hand, cried out, Stay, stay, Athenodorus! I have need of thy presence longer still;" and so detained him another year. This incident is celebrated by the ancients as a rule of excellent wisdom, and does high honour to this intrepid and honest counseller to the world's master.

DOMESTIC YEAST.

Ladies who are in the habit (and a most laudable and comfortable habit it is) of making domestic bread, cake, &c. are informed that they can easily manufacture their own yeast, by attending to the following directions: boil one pound of good flour, a quarter of a pound of brown sugar, and a little salt, in two gallons of water, for one hour. When milk warm, bottle it and cork it close. It will be fit for use in twenty-four hours. One pint of this yeast will make eighteen pounds of bread.

CHARLOTTE AND WERTER.

A lady sometime ago took her daughter to the boarding-school for the purpose of education, when, after the first salutations were over, the matron fixed her eyes on some worked-picture subjects in the parlour, and pointing out one more attractive than the rest, asked, "What is that?" "That, (replied the lady of the school) is Charlotte at the tomb of Werter." Vell, I wow, (rejoined the cockney) it is wastly beautiful! Betsy, my dear, you shall vork Charlotte at the Tub of Vater."

THE DANDIES.

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That race of nondescript animals, which are now called dandies, or exquisites, were formerly called fops, and macaroni. The latter appellation arose from the following circumstance : "Folengio Theophilus, of Mantua, an Italian poet, gave the name of Macaroni to one of his poems, from an Italian cake, which is sweet to the taste, but has not the least alimentary virtue; palling (on the contrary) the appetite, and cloying the stomach. These idle poems, thus called, consisting of buffoonery, became the reigning taste in Italy and France; fill, at last, every thing insipid, contemptible, and ridiculous, in character, dress, or behaviour, was finally summed up in the despicable appellation of a macaroni, or a fop."

OIL GAS.

NORTHERN EXPEDITION.

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West passage, that any event having the least con-
nexion with so adventurous an enterprize must be
interesting. We are really glad to inform our readers
that such an event has happened in the arrival, in this
town, of two Esquimaux Indians, from Baffin's Bay.
They are the only natives of that frozen region which
are to be found on our hospitable shores.-They are
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disagreeable in feature and expression. Their hair is a
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We have visited these very interesting persons, and
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Northern people, their habits and amusements, for every
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TO THE EDITOR,

These

SIR. The new Institution, concerning which such exertions appeared lately to be making and such expectations entertained, seems to be now almost forgotten. I hope it will not, however, be neglected. Any of your readers, who know any thing of the proceedings of the Committee which has been formed for promoting the undertaking, would, I am sure, perform an acceptable service to many of their townsmen by affording some statements upon the subject.

There appears to be much contrariety of opinion respecting a suitable place for the Institution. This point is, certainly, one of great importance. There are a few particularetive to the building that ought to be kept in view by those who have any influence in the

matter.

If lectures be connected with the Institution, à noisy part of the town could have no recommendation which could be a compensation for this advantage. In reference to this particular the building in King-street appeared to have been judiciously selected. The piece of land in Mosley-street is, perhaps, in this respect, still better.

As Manchester contains an increasing population, and as the desire for information seems to increase still more rapidly, the edifice ought to be made, at first, so capacious as to accommodate more persons than could, for some time, be reckoned upon.

At a late meeting of the Edinburgh Oil Gas Company, Sir Walter Scott said, that he had had three months' experience of Oil Gas light in his house at Abbotsford, and he could assure the meeting, that nothing could be more pleasant, more useful, safe, and economical. He was sure the expense was not the twentieth part of what it formerly cost him for oil and candles. The light itself was greatly superior, was extremely cleanly, saved much trouble to servants, and did not produce the least smell, or the least injury. Not only could it be used in kitchens and dining-rooms, but it was extremely useful in bed-rooms, where a flame could be I have heard it mentioned in conversation that there kept up during the whole night so minute as to be was, some time ago, an intention to remove our Infirscarcely perceptible, which could be enlarged to a pow-mary to a more airy situation. If the intention has not erful light in an instant at any hour when wanted. It was also very safe, at least it was much safer than common lights, for it was not carried from place to place as common lights were, and unless combustibles were brought to it no danger could arise. The light was indeed so convenient, cheap, and delightful, that were it once introduced, he was convinced it wonld be used within two years in every private house in Edinburgh.

been altogether given up, the wants of the new Institu-
tion might, I think, supply an additional motive for
the proposed removal.

The ultimate prosperity of the Institution would, as
some of your correspondents have clearly shewn, be
greatly promoted by abridging the privileges of the go-
vernors in respect to the lectures. Those who contend
for the present arrangements on this point, (and I be-

lieve they are very few in number) should be reminded of the fable of the dog and the shadow. They certainly defeat their own objects. When it is too late they may

see and lament their error.

From the tardiness of the proceedings it does not appear likely that the Institution will be ready for use in the course of next winter. It would, therefore, be probably desirable that a temporary place should be procured for the purposes of the Institution.

It seems to me that it would be of service to the new establishment if you could publish occasional reports of the proceedings of meetings on the subject. There can be no reasonable motive for reserve; and there would be an obvious advantage in keeping up public attention in reference to the project. In this particular your publication deserves credit for having done much. You have furnished the best letters which have been written on the occasion; and you have produced, I be lieve, a greater number of articles upon the subject than all the other Manchester papers put together. I bope you will find your very laudible labours and encouragement in this case to be an occasion of future congratulation. A FRIEND TO SCIENCE.

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bright image, intended that His creature should proved by my own feelings, I wandered forth ble men" of the day, resorted to noisy decla glorify Him by the practice of virtue, and should among the wilds of literature, and the weed- mation, until, unable to make themselves heard secure peace of conscience by industry and use-grown wilderness of the world, and strove to at- they would leave the field, conquered by the fulness. To prove the sincerity of my intentions, I do ing the study which had once been my pride, I ted to dine with the " tain to perfection in all things; and thus, desertsome violence to my pride by giving, for the became as every person pursuing a similar what a charming condescension they would then roar of my artillery- I was praised-was invi benefit of my young readers, my own (I fear course must become, superficial in all things. notice my unstudied jests! how ready to give men of genius:" with not uncommon) history. Like many others, my father's good name, a Method became irksome to me-the details of way to my arguments! how willing to listen! healthy constitution, and a warm heart, were by me as galling chains upon my aspiring mind discovered the wit of Foote, or the elegance and the business by which I was to live were viewed! In every sentence which I then uttered, they my only inheritance; of consequence I was ex--my thoughts, no longer turned towards one force of Sheridan! How often have I been posed to many privations and sorrows. was new; the world beautiful; my heart was things, and in the fatal infatuation of the mo- Squires, nay even by Governors. How often But life object, restive and impatient, strayed to other taken most cordially by the hand by Judges, pure, and light, and innocent; and often, when ment, I stigmatized my more confined and in- has my coat of sober black been lighted by the a tear bedim'ned one cheek, the smile of joy dustrious competitors as poor plodding wretches. smile of some great man. illumined the other. My friends told me that whose souls glanced not beyond the vulgar splendid projects I had many friends: "they I was destined to build up my own fortune, or sphere of business, with expressions equally pro- all foretold the progress I should make," and, In those days of to starve. But inspired by an active enthusiasm found or silly, just as the reader pleases. I seldom permitted gloomy thoughts to shroud the fair sunshine of my mind. Instead, as was once my custom, of devoting ness promised liberally. I was exhalted above bustProvidence, opportunities of a competent edu to develope the intricacies of real life-to better greater," they all said; they were my friends, Through a kind my hours of leisure to such publications as tend nonsense! it was contemptible, low, cation offered. They were cheerfully embraced; the heart by unfolding to its view the unassailable I was, in my own opinion, the Atlas of the Nature intended you for something and during those most blessed days of existence, beauties of truth, or such as have an immediate litical world. I aspired to all the dignities, and the summer days, when the whistling school-boy reference to the essential arts and sciences, and to all the immunities of an office: which, in parades his well-stored satchel, I can say with- attemper the faculties of man to the performance these times, seems to consist in much self-imout vanity, that I had no competitor more in- of the duties of his station, I now read, with in-portance, many lucious dinners, and little to do. dustrious or more eager to excel. tionable poetry; or revelled, with the delirium things, says the wise Solomon. He speaks truth. discriminate avidity, abominable verse, or quesBut there is a time and a season for all of romance. I am not averse from your unof a voluptuary, among the empoisoning flowers bending the mind over such reading; but, feel- came over the aspect of my affairs, like a cloud The purposes of our ingly, would say, beware of its tyranny! Fatal over the brightness and beauty of the Heavens. of our men of genius," and also great men," were answered; a change the bane of the enthusiast, if his propensities the deportment of my political friends towards was its influence to me! and it will ever prove I began to observe a mysterious alteration in are not governed by the strong arm of judg- me; my pride was wounded, my fears took the ment. plete ascendency, I now can feel was the one ir-windows-no more complaisant noddings, exAllowing this species of writing to gain a comalarm; they passed me with faces averted; there retrievable mistake of my life; for, when con- citing the envy of the mere plebeian vulgar; were no more smiling greetings from carriage habit a world of the imagination; that fancy closed against such as me; they crossed the vinced by maturer reason that man does not in- their doors and their hearts, were then equally and fiction are the very antipodes of philosophy street whenever their eyes would encounter mine and fact, I find it impossible to correct the evil. and nothing could insult them more than to say Such reading acted upon my ardent tempera- that a young man, without money, and without Thus passed three years delightfully and ho- least in my own estimation,) and flourished ated with them! If they spoke of me, it was ment like fire upon flax. I became a poet, (at the claims of family, had ever dined, or associ nourably. My prospects were bright as the untouched sun! Already, in beautiful prospective, immortality. Nothing in the form of paper esaway in all the glory and rapture of newspaper but to say. I beheld the sequestered cottage, where, sur-caped the inflictions of my insatiate pen. "He is a silly enthusiast;" "he rounded by verdure and blossom-blessed with has wasted his time, his talents. and his health peace of soul-soothed by the smile of chaste wrote verses in day-books and legers; I cut verin the service of the party;" "it is strange that affection, and lulled by the music of the happy witness to the fertility of my genius. I had an ses upon trees, and many a vine-clad bower bore him after the war is over!" "What a fool! he every poor assistant should expect us to notice family. I should calmly pass the closing hours hundred projects in my head at once-I com- permitted richer men to embark upon the sea of of life, rewarded by my own reflections; cshad better have attended to his business, and teemed, beloved, and spoken of by the virtuous; few scraps of a comedy; I also finished a melo-beg; well, let him, it will teach others a useful menced a novel, wrote half of a tragedy, and a politics." noderately using the blessings which early in- drama, which some of my kind friends-"gen- lesson." Such was the language of cold-hearted Pitiful fool! why he must starve or dustry had procured. uine men of taste," pronounced superior to the baseness, which they then held-I shuddered, for posterity, the "Mountain Torrent!"-Oh! Seige of Tripoli," or even that sounding work I started, I awoke !***** maiden whisper to her simpering swain, "there then how sweet it was to hear the black-eyed he goes," the young poet; my heart was full latest song! of happiness to hear even a dustman sing my

My labours were rewarded in the acquirement of useful practical knowledge; my friends were pleased, and, at the age of fifteen, the path of future travel was marked out for me; it seemed devious, rugged, and beset with difficulties; but conscious of the necessity, and also, conscious that perseverance and application would make all things easy, I ventured upon the path, elate and confident. I was ambitious, patient of fatigue, and I knew that, upon myself alone depended the character of my future fortunes. My friends declared that my genius would ensure prosperity; would bend all circumstances to its purpose: they praised my ardour; they applauded my assiduity. I felt an internal conviction that their applause was just; that their praises were deserved. The feeling was sweet, and it urged me on to higher exertion.

Fair visions of an innocent heart! bright creations of youth's bouyant fancy! like light that dances on a summer sca, ye illumined while ye adorned, but ye passed fleetly and for ever, like stars that set in winter clouds!

Behold the picture reversed. those talents availed you nothing? Why have "Why have friends been estranged, hopes destroyed, and the sky of life enwrapt in storm?" These are questions, my young reader, which naturally arise in your mind; and, at the age of twentyfour, with a shattered constitution, a purse untenanted, and aimless as to the future, I am prepared in sorrow, and in remorse to answer

them.

Those questions can be solved by one sentence -My heart was good in its intentions, but I wanted system in business. and stability of character. As time rolled on, and my faculties expanded, the illusive charms of fancy captivated me, and instead of pursuing with enthusiasm, the profession selected by kind friends, and ap

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But the sphere of poetry was now too confined.
the most unbounded applause at many places,
I turned politician, and was ever received with
which shall be nameless. I wrote circulars,
punctually attended all those "numerous and
distributed tickets, harangued at the polls, and
respectable" general meetings, which occurred
for the time being. There was no place where
the voice of debate could be heard, where I was
not. I was clapped on the shoulder by the

honied expression of "a very promising young
men of genius" who led our party, with the
man." When I could not defeat my opponents
by sound argument, and the irresistible force of
calm reasoning, I, like many other "honoura-

THE PRIMROSE.
Hush'd to repose the insidious blast
In distant murmurs dies away,

BRYANT

I mark the melting snow-drift's waste,
Dissolv'd by Sol's untimely ray.
Fallacious verdure decks the mold,
The woodlark prunes his trembling wing,
The hawthorn's silken buds unfold,

And fondly hail a dubious spring.
Yet soon, on clouds tempestuous borne,
The scowling war shall winter wage,
Again shall drooping nature mourn,

Assail'd with aggravated rage.
Child of a Beam! in evil hour

You primrose lifts its intant head:
Ill-fated-unsuspecting flow'r,

Why leave thy genial mossy bed!

Ere long, the treacherons parent ray
That bade thy opening beanties bloom,
Shall see that tender form decay,

Regardless of a nursling's doom.

Rude blasts shall wound thy gentle bead,
Chill frosts thy smiling face deform;
And Innocence in vain may plead

To save thee from the ruthless storm.

As here-the muse affects the shade,

Far from the gay world's flippant throng,
Humblest of flow'rs that deck the glade!
Thy fate suggests the moral song.
Oft as Imposture weaves the lure
The unguarded bosom to betray;
Designing Caution laughs secure,
While simple Feeling, falls a prey.

A WEEK IN LONDON.

(Concluded from our last.)

from the Stairs at any of the nearest bridges;
united to much personal comfort, the jostling of
that busy scene in the Strand is avoided, and
you are there in one fourth of the time-citizens
from their birth had never found it out till I
informed them, for with all their assumed con-
sequence, and outside importance, they are the
most shallow of all men I ever met in my tra-
vels. An example will illustrate this, though
accompanied with some merriment :-We were
passing down the Thames with other boats, and
a gentleman had the tail of his coat in the water,
another, in the true cockney phraseology called
out, but in a sudden and alarming manner from
the boat behind, "La! sir, your coat's on fire!"
It had the intended effect to alarm the subject
of the accident, but though he had not an idea
beyond this thought, he was "applauded to the
very echo," "which" did "applaud again!”

"Do what ye will ye sons of sorrow,

Beg, and have given yon-but to plot and rob
Under a specious countenance, to spoil a man
Who never meant it you-Ok! it is base,
And for myself--those who such desolation wrought
To unoffending wife, and pratt'ling child,

I would pursue them to the world's last verge
And make a gibbet of the first met tree:
And if he could not meet the sword of justice
I'd draw one of my own,-and of myself
Turn executioner. !"-

and as I began, so I end, by the observation of Prince Blucher, "There is but one London in the world!".

MR. EDITOR,-Agreeably to your request, I transcribe, with great pleasure, for insertion in your next Iris, the following excellent Fable, by Dr. Cotton, entitled, The Bee, the Ant, and the Sparrow. Some of your readers may possibly have formed a most imperfect idea of this Fable, from having seen only a short extract from it, in one of Mr. Lindley Murray's publications, his Introduction to the English Reader. He has called it, The Bee and the Ant, or the advan

tages of diligence and application in early years; omit-
ting entirely the remainder of the fable, which consti-
tates, indeed, the main part of it, the Sparrow, being
contrasted with the manuers and habits of the Bee and
the Ant,—

As worthless and as vain a thing,
Perhaps, as ever wore a wing!
There is, in fact, a fourth party concerned,-though
not distinctly mentioned by the Author in his Dramatis
Persona, being introduced, at the end of the piece,

was necessary to the complete denouement of this little dramatic poem.

There is also another request of yours, it is my intention, after much cogitation, to comply with, which is, to furnish your readers with a list of all the answers to various Enigmas and Charades, which have been inserted, from time to time, without solution, in the first and present volumes of The Manchester Iris. I mean to arrange these Answers, alphabetically, in order that your readers may still exercise their ingenuity in appropriating them respectively to the different compositions to which they severally belong. Yours very truly,

December 18, 1823.

S. X.

And now, Sir, in general terms, I must bring my descriptive account to a close, by observing that, on all occasions, an especial regard should be paid to the pocket-whether by legitimate or illegitimate depredators. Sorry I am, as an Englishman, to say, that London is a den of The Scenes in the King's Bench, are, how-thieves. Look at the late melancholy catastroever, widely different to those of some other phe,-but I trust you have no such readers, prisons, and Newgate presented to us a dread- and yet as a public Journalist, it is an impera- without the reader being aware that another Character ful sight, although a recent classification of the tive duty to run the chance and to tell them: prisoners has added much to the comfort and discipline of the place. Men and women were jumbled together in one general mass, and it was truly painful to see and contemplate, the contrasts. Here was a delicate female incarcerated for a crime which the villany of seduction, and her consequent exclusion from her relations, had caused her to commit, pining in hopeless and unavailing sorrow ;-before her a wretch hardened by repeated iniquities, and bronzed by innumerable transgressions, making a mock of her miseries, whilst all the coarse indelicacies of brutal auxiliaries were brought in aid of wounding a heart, torn by conflicting passions, and which, I will venture to affirm, was dissolving itself into penitence through tears of her heart's blood. I took this helpless individual aside, or rather led her-her poor frame was exhausted-she told me, in language not to be misunderstood, but coupled with the greatest delicacy, of her first fall, of her past sorrow, and her present misery. Would any of your readers believe, that Man, the designed protector of woman, could add to the tortures of an unhappy female? but I mention this afflicting interview, not because it is still reeking on my memory, but to convince your readers what so ciety it is possible to find in London. I do not wish to chronicle an act which every Man would have done, but to demonstrate the sad associ-; ation of inebriety with misfortune-too often blamed as a practice, instead of being pitied as a fault. I offered her a few shillings, which she brated Dr. Walcot, better known by the name refused as perfect dross to her, but taking my of " Peter Pindar"--and saw the individual alhand, and looking wistfully in my face said,luded to in the song, she by no means answered "will you my dear friend bring me in a drop of the representation. The venerable and eccengin-I could not refuse-it was a comfort tric poet received my self-introductory note and a destruction-I went out and brought her with much civility, and though completely dark "the bane and antidote" she laid herself down in his opties, possessed all the fire of his writings on her wretched couch, and thus her slumber and soon after we left, was gathered to the was elicited by artificial, which no natural means great majority." could produce,

"Oh think not ye who sober are

That they who drink are lost to shame,
Look at the soul's distressing war,
And do not vilify their name."

I have been perhaps too tedious, but to those of your readers who may chance to go to London, I could wish to recommend, whenever they would go from the city to Westminster, the safest and the cheapest way is to take a boat

A FABLE.

By Dr. Cotton, Author of The Fireside, and various other popular poems.

The traveller should not miss, if it be open, Vauxhall this enchanting place composed of a walled forrest, the trees of which are lighted by myriads of lamps, has more resemblance to fairy stories than the fact. A beautiful Orchestra with a fine organ, is at the entrance, and the first rate singers are procured, in the intervals, and at appropriate stations are placed bands- THE BEE, THE ANT, AND THE SPARROW. some in Chinese dresses-some in Persian-but all the scenery is made to correspond with their habits, and the traveller will learn here, to his cost, the trite meaning of a " Vauxhall Slice." Bethlehem, or Bedlam Hospital is worth an introduction to, and on its gates are placed two excellent cut stone figures of Melancholy and raving madness-but let those who enter here study their nerves,-mine were strong then, but every one was unstrung. Before I conclude, and recommend the lonely environs of London, Kensington, Highgate, and Hamstead, to the notice of your friends, I must mention (but who has not heard of the "Lass of Richmond Hill." I made a literary visit there to the cele

I have been hasty and unconnected, but I hope not uninteresting. Scenes of "real life" make an impression above those of fiction. If it has contributed to the amusement of your readers, I am content. Eloquence cannot be expected to be allied with description, and the delineation of such a world is not to be condensed but with difficulty! one merit, at all events will attach to it, that of originality and truth!

Early one dewy summer's morn,
A Bee ranged o'er the verdant lawn;
Studious to husband every hour,
And make the most of every flower.
Nimble from stalk to stalk she flies,
And loads with yellow wax her thighs;
With which the artist builds her comb,
And keeps all tight and warm at home:
Or from the cowslip's golden bells
Sucks honey to enrich ber cells;
Or every tempting rose pursues,
Or sips the lily's fragrant dews;
Yet never robs the shining bloom,
Or of its beauty, or perfume.
Thus she discharged, in every way,
The various duties of the day.

It chanced a frugal Ant was near,
Whose brow was furrow'd o'er by care.
A great economist was she,

Nor less laborious than the Bee:
By pensive parents often taught
What ills arise from want of thought;
That poverty on sloth attends,-
On poverty, the loss of friends.
Hence every day the Ant is found
With anxious steps to tread the ground;
With curious search to trace the grain,
And drag the heavy load with pain.

The active Bee with pleasure saw
The Ant fulfil her parents' law.