though nothing had happened. If the feet are merely inflamed without having any blister raised upon them, it is a good plan to wash them with milk-warm water on going to bed.

Some Dogs are very snappish and ill natured, and cannot allow a traveller to pass without growling, but it is a very foolish practice, to say the least of it, to provoke them to put their snarling threats into execution. The following instance is said to have occurred, not many years since, in St. James's Park. "A young gentleman passing a dog, slightly touched it with a switch he carried in his hand, upon which the fero cious animal turned, and seized him by the belly; and, in spite of the exertions of those around him, he continued his hold until the bowels of the youth appeared at the wound. I need scarcely say, the poor youth died within a few hours."

Hunger and Famine are sore evils, which many a poor unfortunate traveller is obliged to submit to, it is, therefore, a matter of serious consequence to those who may be exposed to such calamities to be provided with the means of alleviating their horrors. The American Indians are supposed to use a preparation of the juice of tobacco, and the shells of oysters, snails, or cockles, burnt so as to be reduced to the finest powder, which being dried and formed into lozenges of a proper size, to be held between the gum and the lip, are there gradually dissolved, and obtend or mitigate the sensations both of hunger and thirst. The root of the heuth pea, or peasling, which grows on moist heaths and in woody meadows, is held in great esteem by the Scottish Highlanders, who chew it like tobacco, and assert that it obviates the uneasy sensation of hunger. And what furnishes a palatable and efficacious substitute for food in a famishing situation at sea, and has been judiciously suggested by Dr. LIND, that it may form part of the provisions of every ship's company, is the powder of salop, which together with portable soup, when dissolved in boiling water, forms a rich thick jelly, and one ounce of each article will furnish a whole day's subsistence for an adult.

Sea Sickness is a very distressing and debilitating indisposi tion, and in order to alleviate it,one or two draughts of seawater have been found very serviceable, for though extremely disgusting, that fluid will clear the first passages, if they be foul or oppressed, and thus afford effectual relief; but for those that would rather put up with the disease than have recourse to such a cure, the following preventatives may be acceptible. Drop a few drops of vitriolic æther upon loaf su guar, and let it dissolve in your mouth; or drink a few drops of æther, added to a solution of sugar, in water, to prevent its immediate evaporation.

The Pursuit of Happiness.

THE midnight moon serenely smiles
O'er Nature's soft repose;

No low'ring cloud obscures the sky,
Nor rustling tempest blows.
Now every passion sinks to rest,
The throbbing heart lies still;
And varying schemes of life no more
Distract the lab'ring will.

In silence hush'd to Reason's voice,
Attends each mental pow'r;
Come, dear Amelia, and enjoy
Reflection's fav'rite hour.

Come, while the peaceful scene invites,
Let's search this ample round;
Where shall the lovely fleeting form
Of Happiness be found?

Does it amid the frolic mirth
Of gay assemblies dwell;
Or hide beneath the solemn gloom,
That shades the hermit's cell?

How oft the laughing brow of joy
A sick ning heart conceals!
And, thro' the cloister's deep recess,
Invading sorrow steals!

In vain, thro' beauty, fortune, wit,
The fugitive we trace;

It dwells not in the faithless smile,
That brightens Clodia's face.

Perhaps the joy to these deny'd,
The heart in friendship finds :
Ah! dear delusion, gay conceit,
Of visionary minds!

Howe'er

Howe'er our varying motions rove,
Yet all agree in one;

To place its being in some state,
At distance from our own.
O blind to each indulgent aim,
Of pow'r supremely wise;
Who fancy happiness in aught
The hand of Heaven denies!
Vain is alike the joy we seek,
And vain what we possess;
Unless harmonious Reason tunes
The passions into peace.

To temper'd wishes, just desires,
Is happiness confin'd;

And, deaf to Folly's call, attends
The music of the mind.

The Twa Ploughmen.

FOR THE CHEAP MAGAZINE.

AE bonny e'enin, lately, gloaming

Had set the ploughman chiels a roaming,
Some to the fields to meet their lass,
Some wi' their cronny chaps to pass
An hour, and tell and hear the news
Baith o' their ain and neighbour's house :
When just as it began to mirk
Twa lads forgather'd near the kirk,
Wha, after mutual salutation,
Began the following conversation.
(The bard his nightly walk had made
Around the mansions o' the dead
To meditate his evening
prayer;
To view the lift, and tak' the air;
When as he left the stilly knowes,
In Morpheus' arms to seek repose,
He frae behin his ain peat-stack-

Heard a', or thought he heard, their crack.)

CARTER

Quoth PATE," I've wonder'd much, friend HuGH, What lately has become of you ;

Ye never, now, come o'er the gate

When labour's past, and it grows late,

To spend your sixpence in Dame Jessie's,
And ca' the crack, and see the lassies.
Nor meet I you, as heretofore,
On Sunday evenings at the shore..

Whar,

Whar, weekly, aye some scores resort
To see the shipping in the port:
Whar lads and lasses, men and boys,
Aft spend the day in fun and noise.
And whiles ye ken a drap we hae
That helps us cheerie up the brae :
Pray HUGHIE, hae ye no been weel?
Or hae ye turn'd a scrubbish chiel,
And mean nae mair a great to spen
In social glee like other men?"

"Na, na," says HUGH," the change o' late
Ye hae remark'd'in me, dear PATE,
Proceeds frae neither want o' health,
Nor frae a love o' hoarding wealth;
Far less frae ony inclination

To shun the social conversation
O' men o' sense, whose daily aim
Is to acquire an honest name.
But, Sir, I grant, I was owre lang
Associate wi' the idle thrang,

Wha waste their time, their health destroy,
In gates that yield nae real joy.
My masters, then, I must allow,
Inform'd me weel to haud the plough;
Made me, and every ither servant
Most strictly to their wark observant;
But when the toils o' day were o'er
They nae anes conduct minded more.
The master whom I now obey
Ne'er taks a servant into pay,
Till first wi' him he strict engages,
On pain o' forfeiting his wages,
That he will ne'er on Sunday's roam
Nor leave, by night or day, his home,
Unless whan needfu' things are wanted
And master's leave be ask'd and granted."

"That is tight wark, indeed," quoth PATE, "I ne'er could live at sic a rate.

Nor would I serve sic folk amang:
I'm sure your time seems unco lang?"

"Nae doubt at first," replied the other,

"I counted it an unco bother,

But since the case I've view'd at leisure
I find ane's duty aye brings pleasure.
When cauld winds in the chimlie sough,
And snaws blaw over Luce's lough,
And winter nights are lang and drearie
I get me books to keep me cheerie,

Frae

Frae which I baith amusement find
And knowledge to improve the mind.
Our master often lends me ane
To read, and then return again;
And to each servant he has gi'en
A book ca'd The Cheap Magazine ;
A little work, but fu' o' matter
Weel chosen to improve our nature."

"Cheap Magazine! forsooth! friend HUGH,
I hae that book as weel as you;

Last year I gat it every number,

Which crams my kist an useless lumber!
What it contains I ne'er yet heeded,

Nor ever could tak' time to read it.'

"Dear PATE, some read wi' sma attention,
And some are dull o' comprehension :-
Its author's trying every art

T'allure the young and giddy heart;
To place in good its truest glory,

In each has placed some pleasing story;
For simple truth oft less prevails
On youthfu' minds than moral tales.
But READ THE BOOK WI' CARE, ye'll find
Its constant aim t' inform the mind,
Wisdom to paint in colours fair,
The thoughtless warn of folly's snare;
Should fortune's hand our peace invade,
It calls religion to our aid*,

'Which yields a balm to sooth distress
When cares distract or sorrows press.

"Weel, Sir, I'll read the numbers thro',
And gin I find ye've tauld me true,
I'll get the present year's complete,
And bind them up in volumes neat,
And keep them by me as a treasure
To read at times when I hae leisure."

Do, PATE, and fix well in your mind
The many maxims there ye'll find ;
They all to cherish virtue tend.
And this ye'll ever find, my friend,

As thro' life's thorny vale you go

" TIS VIRTUE ALONE GIVES PEACE BELOW."

* See Vol. I. p. 237 and 433, &c. Cheap Mag.

Notes to Correspondents deferred for want of room.

W. T

HADDINGTON: Printed and Published by G. MILLER & SON,