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 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. MY BIBLE. IVINE Instructor! at thy voice, Mine All-sufficient, only choice, Since soon I quit this mortal stage, 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, nor leave one trace behind, Till He, at first, who built my frame, To ride in safety where, nor storm, Nor angry billows roar. Oh! grant me, Heav'n, a tender Keart, That I may choose that better part, On Faith's strong wing that I may soar, Where joys o'erflowing evermore, Where saints outshine the mid-day star, In glory, yea, surpass as far As they the midnight noon. And when th' Eternal's trump shall sound There 'mid th' angelic choirs I'd take, For this it was, when time began, His Maker to enjoy. And fair he stood, creation smiled, Yet tho' we fell, seduced thro' lies, Then Oh! All-perfect Source of Bliss! 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, And Oh! may thus, Thy WORD benign, Still cheer me by the way, The dark illume, each thought refine, 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 : I durst not look to what I was before, Of forced enjoyment, in affected lust: Covered with guilt, infection, debt, and want- Till the full course of sin and vice gone through, Here closed the scene of nought but guilt and pain. 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! Fy the pale glimm'ring of yon mournful light I mark thy grief sunk eye and tatter'd clothes. Curst be th' insidious villain's fiend-like art, Robb'd thee of peace-then left thee to despair Could view, so changed, so lost, his once loved child! Haddington, March, 1813. HADDINGTON; Printed and Published, MONTHLY, by G. MILLER & SON, 曝 "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." 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, R |