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6 Qu. (37) By the same.
There is an apparent inconsistency in the two following passages: according to St. Matthew the woman whose daughter was vexed with a devil," was a native of Canaan. Matt. chap. xv. 22. In St. Mark's Gospel it is said she was a Syrophenician. Mark, chap. vii. 26. How is this seeming contradiction to be reconciled?
7 Qu. (38) By Mr. A. Hirst, of Marsden.
The manufacture of cotton has of late years been so much improved, that cotton yarn has been introduced into silk articles, and made to pass for silk, to which it bears so close a resemblance, as almost to deceive the best judges-required an easy and practical method of detecting this piece of ingenious fraud?
8 Qu. (39) By Mr. J. Baines, jun.
It is remarked that from the creation of the world to the present time, the length of the life of man, and also his bodily strength, have been continually diminishing. How is this to be accounted for?
9 Qu. (40) By the same.
What is the meaning of the word "Urim," mentioned 1 Sam. xxviii. 6. ?
10 Qu. (41) By Mr. M. Phoston.
Are what are called reason in man, and instinct in the animal creation, different principles, or are they one and the same, differing in degree only?
11 Qu. (42) By Mr. J. C., Boston.
Is commerce or agriculture the greater advantage to this country?
ORIGINAL AND SELECT.
ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE WELSH AIR.
EV'NING Zephyr, wildly floating,
Paint my heart with passion doating,
Breathe thy murmurs, falt'ring, dying,
Idle streamlet, gently gliding,
With soft fall, indiff'rence chiding,
As she views thy current going
Willow, drooping o'er the fountain,
Absent moments say I'm counting,
Rust'ling midst the moon-beams shining,
Flitting bat, on night-wind flying,
Say that I, through scorn, am dying,
As thy faint form flutters over,
While deep gloom the world doth cover,
Guarding my love!
ON THE KING'S ILLNESS*.
"REST, rest afflicted spirit; quickly pass
And mingled prayers, alike from vaulted domes
Farewell, the years roll'd down the gulf of time!
*These beautiful lines are extracted from the Monthly Repository for October.
My thread of life has even run with thine
A. L. B.
WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF CHARLOTTE SMITH'S POEMS.
WHENCE are those strains that to the midnight air
To soft repose? And can they not bestow,
To still the breast whence their sweet sorrows flow? Yet though the human lyre affords no balm T'allay the griefs thou hast endured below, Thy faithful guide, religion! steadfastly
Points to the courts where concerts ceaseless chime, In concord sweet of heavenly melody:
Partaking happiness to dateless time,
May thy soul rest in that bright sphere sublime, Beyond th' oppressor's scourge, the proud man's conG.
WRITTEN DURING A SEA-STORM. 1811.
BEHOLD, where from yon low'ring cloud
Re-echoes through the vaulted sky!
Is crested with the whit'ning foam;
Seem of the coming storm aware.
No other sound attention draws,
But hark! in one tremendous crash
Impell'd by every wind of heav'n.
They in the deep embosom'd lie,
And foaming seek the blacken'd sky.
Present its dread terrific form,
COMMUNICATED BY MR. C. DE WEIGHT, PARSON-DROVE.
LOVE is honey mix'd with gall,
Whose wealth brings want, whose wants increase,