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contraction depends; when that is gone, they become relaxed, and the water enters the wind-pipe and completely fills it.

When a body has lain in the water for some time, the skin will appear livid, the eyes bloodshot, and the countenance bloated and swollen; but these appearances, though certainly unfavourable, do not absolutely prove that life is irrecoverably gone.

In the case of drowning, no injury is done to any of the parts essential to life; but the right cavity of the heart, together with the veins and arteries leading to and from that cavity, are turgid with blood, whilst every other part is almost drained of it.

From this we see, that the practice of holding up the bodies of drowned persons by the heels, or rolling them about in a cask, is unnecessary; the lungs not being filled with any thing. that can be discharged in this way. And farther, that such a practice is highly dangerous, as the violence attending it, may readily burst some of those vessels which are already overcharged with blood, and thus convert what was only suspended animation, into absolute death.

The operation of blowing wind into the lungs, is a perfectly safe, and much more effectual method of removing any frothy matter they may contain ; and whilst it promotes the passage of the blood through them, also renders it capable of stimulating the left cavity of the heart, and exciting it to con

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Work to be done in the Cottager's Garden în April. THIS month requires the greatest exertion of any in the year, as the ground is ready to receive whatever we incline to plant or sow. Sow Pease and Beans every 10 or 14 days. Plant Potatoes-transplant Cauliflowers and Lettuces. Sow Sallads, Parsley, pot and sweet Herbs. Hoe Pease and Beans. Stick tall growing Pease when five or six inches high, and top beans when they come to their full height. Thin out Turnips, Spinage, Carrots, Onions, &e. Transplant tender annual flowers, and keep clear of weeds.

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MY BIBLE.

IVINE Instructor! at thy voice,
I'd to my JESUS fly,

Mine All-sufficient, only choice,
My Ransomer most high.
My soul as his, my life I'd give,
Mine all on Him rely:
Like as his follow'r still I'd live,
Like as his follow'r die.

Since soon I quit this mortal stage,
To life, soon bid adieu,
May nothing therein me engage

Its follies to pursue:

But like the humble, busy bee,

That flits from flow'r to flow'r,

May I, with equal industry,

Improve each golden hour.

For as a ship toss'd by the wind,
I pass life's stormy main;

I pass, nor leave one trace behind,
Nor once its shores regain,

Till He, at first, who built my frame,
Its ruin'd state restore,

To ride in safety where, nor storm,

Nor angry billows roar.

Oh! grant me, Heav'n, a tender Keart,
A heart subdued by grace,

That I may choose that better part,
Thy holy, will to trace.

On Faith's strong wing that I may soar,
To scenes celestial rise,

Where joys o'erflowing evermore,
The saints imparadise.

Where saints outshine the mid-day star,
Outshine the silver moon,

In glory, yea, surpass as far

As they the midnight noon.
Thus leaning on my SAVIOUR's arm,
Tho' here nor house, nor home,
Without, or fear, or least alarm
I'd lay me in the tomb.

And when th' Eternal's trump shall sound
The call from Death's dark gloom,
I'd wing my way, in rapture bound,
To Eden's vernal bloom.

There 'mid th' angelic choirs I'd take,
(Taught by his matchless skill,)
My golden harp, new raptures wake,
And praise my SAVIOUR Still.

For this it was, when time began,
For this most sweet employ,
Omnipotence created man

His Maker to enjoy.

And fair he stood, creation smiled,
And Heav'n mild influence shed,
Till SIN, alas! our Sire beguil'd,
And all our prospects fled..

Yet tho' we fell, seduced thro' lies,
And sunk in shades of night,
Thro' CHRIST, our Lord, we shall arise
And hail the gates of light.

Then Oh! All-perfect Source of Bliss!
Preserve my peace, I pray,

That I, of joy may never miss,

May from Thee never stray.

Till of thy mercy I attain

That blissful clime above,

Where Grace and Truth unrival'd reign,
Benignity and Love.

And Oh! may thus, Thy WORD benign,

Still cheer me by the way,

The dark illume, each thought refine,
And point to Heav'nly day.

Stirling, Jan. 1813.

W. B.

THE VICTIM.

The following have been sent us as part of an authentic copy of Verses, found in a wretched garret in Glasgow, after the decease of a young female of superior connections and education, who became the Victim of disease, extreme poverty, and wretchedness. WHEN pamper'd, starv'd, abandon'd, or in drink,

My thoughts were rack'd in striving not to think :
Nor could rejected conscience claim the power,
T'improve the respite of one serious hour,

I durst not look to what I was before,
My soul shrunk back and wished to be no more:
Of eye undaunted, and of touch impure,
Old, ere of age; worn out, when scarce mature,
Daily débased, to stifle my disgust

Of forced enjoyment, in affected lust:

Covered with guilt, infection, debt, and want-
My home a brothel, and the streets my haunt.

Till the full course of sin and vice gone through,
My shattered fabric failed at twenty-two,
Then Death, with ev'ry horror in his train,

Here closed the scene of nought but guilt and pain.
Ye fair associates of my opening bloom!
Oh! come and weep, and profit at my tomb:
Then shun the path where gay delusions shine,
Be yours the lesson-sad experience mine.

A. W.

SONNET-On viewing an object of distress, in a stormy night, in the streets of London.

where, poor houseless wand'rer of the night!
Where wilt thou hide thee from this clam'rous storm!
What friendly roof shall shield thy gentle form?

Fy the pale glimm'ring of yon mournful light

I mark thy grief sunk eye and tatter'd clothes.
Sweet was thy song of peace in happier years,
That cheer'd the vale. Now on thy cheek appears
Youth's faded beauty, that can ill oppose
This bitter wind. So foul and yet so fair!-

Curst be th' insidious villain's fiend-like art,
Who first ensnared thy unsuspecting heart;

Robb'd thee of peace-then left thee to despair
Oh! if the parent, 'midst this conflict wild,

Could view, so changed, so lost, his once loved child!

Haddington, March, 1813.

HADDINGTON;

Printed and Published, MONTHLY, by G. MILLER & SON,

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"And what do you think it turned out to be? Why, neither more nor less, than a huge turnip, which the rogue SAM had scooped out in form of a lantern, having a mouth, nose, and eyes, and had affixed to the top of a long pole, over which hung a sheet. So the dog TRAY that went in pursuit of the stray pig and drove him back to his sty, seems to have acted the wisest part of us all."

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Best Cure for Imaginary Terrors.

A MARVELLOUS STORY OF A HIGHLAND VISIONARY, AND AN ACCOUNT OF AN ABYSSINIAN GHOST.

L

ITTLE JOHN had heard so many stories of ghosts

and apparitions, that his own shadow by moonlight, the flitting of a bird which he had disturbed, or the sight of a tree whose position he was not perfectly acquainted with, made bis heart palpitate, and his hair stand on end. The ticking of the wood-louse, commonly called the deathVOL. I. watch,

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