lived a youth, whofe name our correfpondent forbears to men. tion. He had long wifhed in vain for an opportunity to ruin the innocent virgin. About five weeks ago, the young lady went to walk in the fields, invited by the fineness of the evening. After having fatigued herself, the fat down by the fide of a brook, and washed her face, and with the hollow of her hand the fipped the water. In this fituation, not dreading danger, the villain who had fo long fought her deftruction, rushed from behind a bush, and with a brutal intention feized the amiable young lady. Shocked at fuch unexpected treatment, fhe foon difengaged herfelf from his rude hands, and with amazing agility leaped the brook, followed by the young man, who purlued her across a field, till the arrived at. a tremendous precipice, of which there are many in that part of the country. Unable to proceed farther, she fell on her knees, and implored for heaven's fake to be fpared. Unmindful of her fupplications, he again laid hold of her, with a determined refolution to ruin her. At last, unable to bear the thought of fuch difgrace, the fruggled, exerting all her ftrength, till he was brought upon the brink of the rock, ftill continuing her feeble efforts to free herself from his brutal hands, with a fudden spring the fell headlong to the bottom, where the inftantly expired, being crushed in a most horrid manner. The wretch, in attempting to look after this innocent vic tim, over-reached, and tumbled after her, where he lay in agony for two hours, having broke both his legs and his back, then expiring, intreating pardon of the Almighty, and lamenting the fate of this unfortunate young lady, whofe rifing grases promised all their future charms. This tragical fcene was witneffed by a fhepherd at a distance, by whom the particulars were related. The unnappy father is now in a state of distraction,, and it is thought cannot long furvive the lofs of his daughter.

Anfwer, by J. Quant, of Hinton St. George, to M. Rowfe's Queflion, inferted May 5,

ADMIT the breadth of the piece 24 inches and onethird 8, depth +24 inches, the breadth=32×3= 96 inches, the length. Now 8+24=32, which fubtracted from 96-64 x8=512, the cube root of which is 8 inches, as per queftion. To find the value of the fame.x the breadth by the depth=192, and that product by the length 18432 inches, which by 1728 10,6666

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feet,

feet, the content, which, at 1s. 9d. per foot=18,66655 fhillings, the value required.

Anfwer, by Edward Hathway, of Pensford, to Sobrius's enigmatical Lift of Productions of the Kitchen Garden, inferted July 7.

1. Parsley. 2. Carrot. 3. Leek.

4. Spinnage,

tlt We have received the like anfwers from W. Weftcott, of Clift St. George; Agathos Pais, of Taunton; and M. Davies, of Wells.

A REBUS, by John Dunkerton, junior, of Shepton-Mallet.

An ENIGMA, by J. Geft.

Whilft I, in enigmatic veft array'd,
Approach fubmiffive to entreat my name!
A name, by every fon of genius held

In eftimation high.-Crown'd heads and beggars
Me, ever-pleasing, chufe for their compeer.
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But

But would you find me ?-then furvey St. Paul's,
There am I to the wondering eye display'd;
Companion too to Rome's proud edifice.
The fage I grace; affifted thence by me,
The fympathetic tear, the wrinkled brow,
The heaving figh, and dimple, are produc'd.

When purple morn difpels
The gloom of night, and in the eaft unbars
The radiant gates, I fancy often strike.
In jocund May, when on the ruftic green
The auburn nymphs delighted, trip it round
With ftep fantaftic, jolly Hodge meanwhile
(Or when their sports are done) my aid oft feeks,
And much delights the amicable throng.
How oft do I enumerate the hues

Redundant of the tulip race! the rofe's blush,
And all the numerous beauties of the grove!
On pinions of imagination borne,

Mankind by me with pleafure fpring aloft

Through fields of air, and view the blue profound,
Where worlds on worlds to infinite encrease:
Thence to Elyfium fpeed, thofe flowery fields,
Thofe verdant groves where blifs tranfcendant reigns;
Or dive into the gloomy realms below,

Th' horrid manfions, where the guilty howl!
Such is my age that old Methuselah's

To mine compar'd is fhort; yet fome, I ween,
Will even date my birth to yesterday.
When Afia's monarch, with unconquer'd arm,
Reduc'd the habitable world, with him
Concomitant I rang'd the burning climes,
And rous'd the hardy veteran to war.
Let this fuffice, though much remains unfung:-
'Twas I who painted Ajax ftern, and show'd
Succeeding ages how refentment burn'd
In every lineament.-By me you view
(O cruel deed!) the mighty Hector dragg'd,
Barbarous, round Ilion's lofty battlements:
Twas I who painted to pofterity

The Trojan prince baffling a thoufand deaths
Beneath his venerable fire.-But stop;
I'm fometimes in the Entertainer seen.

POETRY.

POETRY.

LLWEYN and GYNETH: 4 TALE.

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By Mrs. ROBINSON.

my

HEN will troubled foul have reft ?"
The beautious Llweyn cried,

As through the mirky fhade of night,

With frantic ftep the hied.

"When fhall thofe eyes my Gyneth's face,

"My Gyneth's form furvey? "When fhall thofe longing eyes again "Behold the coming day?

"Cold are the dews that wet my cheek,
"The night-mift damps the ground,
"Appalling echoes ftrike mine ear,
"And spectres gleam around.

"The vivid light'ning's tranfient rays
"Around my temples play;
""Tis all the light my fate affords,

"To mark my thorny way.

"From the black mountain's awful height,

"Where Llathryth's turrets rife,

"The night-owl fcreams a direful fong,

"And warns me as she flies.

"The chilling blafts, the whiftling winds,

"The trembling ramparts fhake;

"The favage tenants of the wood "Their fecret haunts forfake.

"O Branworth,

i

"O Branworth, lion of the field!
"Now hear a maiden plead :
"In pity fpare my Gyneth's breast,
"Or, too, let Llweyn's bleed.

"To valiant feats of arms renown'd
"Shall earthly praise be given;
"But deeds of mercy, mighty chief,
"Are regifter'd in heaven.

"Thy praises shall refounding fill
"The palace of thy foe,

"While down the joyful Llweyn's cheek
"The grateful tear fhall flow."

Now the grey morning's glimm'ring light
Dawn'd in the milly skies,

When at the lofty lattice grate

Her lover's form fae fpies.

"He lives (the cry'd) my Gyneth lives,
"Youth of the crim fon fhield,

"The graceful hero of my heart,

"The glory of the field.

"Come down, my foul's delight, (the faid)
"Thy blue-ey'd Llweyn fee;
"Yrganvy's daughter, thy true love,

"Who lives alone for thee,

"Then hafte thee from thy prifon house
"Ere yet the foe doth rife;
"O hafte, ere yet the morning fun
"Doth gild the caftern skies!

"O speak! my foul is chill'd with fear!
"My fault'ring voice doth fail!
"Why are thy darling eyes fo dim
"Thy cheeks fo deadly pale ??

"I am thy Gyneth's ghoft fweet maid,
"Avoid the madd'ning fight;
"Those eyes that now fo dead appear
"Are lock'd in endless night,