591] Incubus, or Night-Mare-Artificial Windpipe. [592 The celebrated Caledonian bard bas tary employments, and particularly intense study, with late hours, are highly prejudicial. also drawn a picture of this fiend→ In broken dreams the image rose, Then---from my couch may heav'nly might ARTIFICIAL WINDPIPE. MUSCULAR STRENGTH. A gentleman was nearly suffocated by Inflammation of the upper part of the windpipe [cynanche laryngea] and the operation of bronchotomy, or division of the tube, was performed close down to the breast-bone. A silver tube was introduced through the wound, and he Incubus will sometimes occur in the immediately breathed with freedom.healthiest persons, when any indigestible Such, however, was the magnitude of food happens to lie in the stomach, or the original obstruction in the windpipe, bowels, during sleep. But a peculiar that he has now breathed three months habit of body is necessary to render a through the silver pipe, and there is, as person subject to it. Thus chesnuts are yet, no appearance of the natural pasvery apt to give origin to a paroxysm, as sage becoming free. The tube gives him He eats, drinks, was long ago remarked by Hildesheim, very little uneasiness, who says" qui scire cupit quid sit In- and sleeps as well as in perfect health, cubus? Is ante somnum comedut casta- but voice and speech are gone. neas, et superbibat vinum fæculentum !" The causes of incubus Mr. Waller Smollet, in his Travels in Italy, reably traces to derangements in the sto- marks, that a porter in London quenches mach and bowels, and particularly to an his thirst with a draught of strong beer; acid there. After various trials on him- a porter of Rome or Naples refreshes self and others, he found the best prehimself with a slice of water-melon, or a ventive of this midnight intruder was glass of iced water. The one costs three carbonate of soda dissolved in a little ale half-pence, the last a farthing—which of or porter, and taken going to bed. The them is most effectual? I am sure the following is Mr. Waller's favourite re- men are equally pleased. cipe; and we can vouch for its utility monly remarked that beer strengthens from personal experience and its effects as well as refreshes; but the porters of on others. It is a draught to be taken Constantinople, who never drink any going to bed; and is not to supersede thing stronger than water, and eat very the carbonate of soda taken in common little animal food, will carry a load of drink: a drachm of the soda may be 700 weight, which is more than any used in the 24 hours; it renders ale just English porter ever attempted to raise. beginning to turn, acid, very pleasant. Night draught:-ten grains of salt of tartar, or carbonate of ammonia, whichever may best agree with the stomach; compound tincture of cardamous, three drachms: syrup, one drachm; mint, or cinnamon water, two ounces: mix, and take at bed-time. a It is com To the Editor of the European Magazine. solution of the following query, “as all SIR--Your correspondent J.L. requests substantives in grammar, are said to have existence, how can nothing be a substantive ?" To which profound question, I hope the following reply will not be deemed too formal and laconic, if à The bowels should be kept open by plain and satisfactory solution should be small doses of neutral salts, magnesia, or proved to have existence therein. I rhubarb. Intemperance of every kind is to be avoided, particularly bad wine. Of shall frame my answer, by proving that nothing is something, and consequently, eatables, fat and greasy meats, most ve- that nothing in graminar has a legitimate getables, fruit and pastry are to be avoid- claim to the appellation of substantive. ed, or used sparingly. The same may What is a wordbe said of salted meat, which is very improper for people of weak digestion. Moderate exercise is salutary: seden A word is something, Therefore nothing is something. 593] Poetry. POETRY. [594 From the New Monthly Magazine. TO THE PRIMROSE. By JOHN MAYNE. BY murmring Nith, my native stream, I've hail'd thee with the morning's beam, At Hanwell where romantic views, Lorn tenant of the peaceful glade, Sprung like a Primrose in the wild, Lorn tenant of the peaceful glade, Falshood to an elvish minion, THE FLOWER OF LOVE. FROM THE SAME. IS said the rose is Love's own flower, 'Tis blush so bright, its thorns so many; And Winter on its bloom has power, But has not on its sweetness any. For though young Love's etherial rose Will droop on Age's wintry bosom, Yet still his faded leaves disclose The fragrance of their earliest blossom. But, ah! the fragrance lingering there To deck the grave of Bloom and Beauty. Why did not Love the amaranth chuse, And only sweets Love's life can cherish. For ever sweet, for ever blooming. From La Belle Assemblee. THE TOMB OF LOVE. To the Editor the European Magazine. SIR, EREWITH send an FROM THE NEW NOVEL OF “MELINCOURT." HERE, by Lord Byron, taken from the BY Y the mossy weed flowered column, Streams a radiance cold and solemn On the haunts of old romance: When true knighthood's shield neglected, Fired in vain the minstrel's theme. silver mounting of a Goblet made out of at Human Scull, found at Newstead, J. T. START not! nor dream my spirit fled, I lived---I lived---I quaff'd like thee: Fill up thou canst not injure me, Better to hold the sparkling grape, Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy breed; And circle in the goblet's shape, The drink of gods, than reptiles feed 695] Where'er my wit perehance hath shone Quaff whilst thou caust; another race Why not? since through life's little day, NOTE. Poetry. On digging near the Abbey for the purpose of making a cold bath, several human sculls were found: two or three of them in a very perfect state: one of these, his lordship formed the horrid idea of having fitted up as a goblet, which was filled with ale, and handed about to his guests after their choice! From the Gentleman's Magazine. Spoken by Mr. JOHN KEMBLE, at the Edinburgh Theatre, on Saturday, April 3. As Written by WALTER SCOTT, Esq. S the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, Erects his mane, and neighs, and paws the ground, Disdains the ease his generous lord assigns, May fix an ancient favourite in your hearts, Till the full burst of inspiration came, And I have felt, and you have fann'd the flame! By mem'ry treasur'd, while her reign endures, These hours must live---and all their charms are your's! O favour'd Land! renown'd for arts and arms, For manly talent and for female charms, Could this full bosom prompt the sinking line, What fervent benedictions now were thine! But my last part is play'd, my knell is rung, When e'en your praise falls faultering from my tongue; [596 And all that you can hear, or I can tell, From the New Monthly Magazine. THE SONG OF A Lover under thE WINDOW OF HIS MISTRESS. Now rests upon the mountain, Her brightness sleeps upon the stream, And trembles in the fountain; You'd think 't was noon,---so fair--so bright, Her silver light is given, come beam Oh come !---with thee on such a night, The groves are hush'd,the woods are still, Bright Phoebus wakes with golden smile, 'Tis dear, Amanda, at this hour, When all the world is sleeping. Then come, my love,while none are near, This bour was made for loving; Ne'er glow'd at lover's greeting; From thy peaceful couch arise; Fair Cynthia still is beaming, From the Panorama. JONAH'S GOURD. "F.L Heard every prayer, and mark'd each rising And bade His angel pass innocuous by? When Ninus trembled at His servant's word, Ah! check, weak Seer, that evil heart of pride, wise. Thine is a gracious God, whose pitying eye To weeping Penitence a pardon give, Calm every fear, and bid the suppliant live. Grateful to thee the gourd's refreshing shade While Summer's beam in burning radiance play'd; But when the worm, with venom'd tooth un The heaven thy curtain, and the earth thy bed; Sprung of the night---ere day departed, gone! Shall not her tears impending vengeance stay, train [598 Who shall reprove with noisy babblings vain Nor scan the purpose of the Eternal mind; Nor deal Heaven's vengeance round,and chide the tardy blow. God of all Love! where'er Eve's silver star Rears her pale crest, and guides her wandering car,-- Where'er the day-spring visits from on high And hail Thee, Lord, their Father and their And chief may we, illum'd by Mercy's rays, Teach us to tread, forgiving and forgiven, skies. thro' the gate-- "A poor little flow'r-girl your orders to wait: "Let's see if at last I can purchase heart's Of hideous Sin troop wildly o'er the plain, land I take When from their guilty trance His children This pink and wild rose for my cousin Wit's turn? Grateful to Him ascends the contrite prayer; Shall He to Death her infant offspring doom, sume, Whose care the hungry lion's want supplies, hand Built worlds on worlds, and all creation spann'd; Prompt at whose word the winged whirlwinds fly, And the red bolt fulfils its destiny: sake; And now, Brother Hermits, what next shall we chuse ?" The flow'r-bearer whisper'd---“ This fragrant Young Beauty has bought on her toilet to set--- "I found it half-starv'd in an Anchoret's cell. *See Ath. Vol. I. pp. 111, 433, 513, us Frons the New Monthly Magazies. THE ORPHAN. [600 Verses spoken by one of the Boys of the LONDON ORPHAN ASYLUM, on the departure of a Vidtor. STAYd hear an Orphan's tale : gentle stranger, stay awhile, An Orphan's piteous tale might make To listen to my woe: To cheapen bouquets with a profligate puss---But as the lark that mounts the sky Love, laughing, exclaim'd, "Ye are all April That myrtle, my sceptre, the universe rules: The Hermits next day called a council of state, Our whole commonwealth, and its basis will change. "My statutes are libell'd---Spleen raves, and looks queer; Shame hardly remembers how poor he came here; And Anger, lock'd up in his closet above, Stays seeking the olive-branch left here by Love. While Folly sits learning old sonnets to trim, Mirth enters incog. to electrify Wham; He stifles us all with his patent gas-lamp, And Grief when Love call'd here thought fit to decamp. “We soon on a worthy successor must fix, Unless we reduce our small synod to six; Since Grief follows Love, and is plotting to wrong us, Let good Common Sense supersede him among us." Thus duly propos'd, and elected nem. con. Good Sense the attire of a Hermit put on :--Love saw the new member, and said with a sigh, "This stranger will govern them than I!" longer For Spleen chas'd by Mirth must depart in disgrace, While Folly to Prudence surrenders his place; Shame, Anger, and Pride, to old Coventry sent, Will make room for Honesty, Peace, and Content. "Gay Whim, of his chemical vapours bereft, Some sweets may distil from the roses I left; But Love can the hermitage enter no more, While good Common Sense keeps his seat at the door!" And sings from morn till night, So did my little heart rebound With undisturbed delight. Oft did I with my father play, But, ere I well could speak his name, I have no mother !---no ! she's fled My father's death quite broke her heart "What, mother, is an orphan boy ?” Full many a month she mourned away, Till quite worn out, she gently groaned, And said, “Poor boy !"--and died. Ah! how I wept upon her face And called her name in vain, And, now, I think of that sad day, I seem to see my mother die, And weep her death once more.--* Perhaps you bear a parent's name, Are dead, as well as mine! CALAMUS |