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A SECRET WORTH KNOWING.

To prevent polished steel grates, fenders, &c. from being injured by rust, you have only to lay a piece of zinc on each of them and allow it to remain.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

MR. JOHN ARROWSMITH has announced the London Atlas of Universal Geography comprised in Fifty Maps from original MSS. and other materials.

The French authorities have established a Weekly Newspaper at Algiers. It is in French and Arabic.

THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.

IN stature he is about five feet six. His person is round, stout and fleshy, with a slight inclination towards corpulency. His usual dress is a gray, or rather what is termed a pepper-and-saltcoloured coat, composed of cotton and woollen, and made wide and flowing, after the manner of a sportsman's, but longer than such are generally worn; with trousers of the same, and yellow vest, or, upon a gala-day, the gray trousers are exchanged for nankeen. His face is ruddy, healthy, good-natured, and stamped with unassuming modesty and simplicity. Yet, in his honest features, and simple manners, he is blind as a grave-stone who cannot perceive the presence of the silent and unpretending but proud consciousness" I am the author of the Queen's Wake,

'the chief

'Mang Scotia's glorious peasantry!'"

His brow,

His eyes are of a bluish gray, laughing and lively. broad, open, and untouched by age, is still smooth; his hair is of a yellowish hue; he is active, strong-built, and athletic, and appears not less than ten years younger than he is in reality. As a poet, he stands among the foremost; and perhaps no writer ever exhibited more of what can only be described as natural genius. His muse is not of a kind that can grasp the universe, and overwhelm us with its power; but it plays round and round the soul, ever and anon touching it with feelings of pastoral beauty, truth' and tenderness. In his prose works he has been less successful; but his genius wanders through them like a fitful will-o'-the-wisp ; and if it sometimes leaves them dull and dark, it often illumines them with flashes of brightness. He is an indifferent farmer-a tolerable astronomer-as good an angler as a poet-an archer anxious to excel, but wide of the mark-a poor manager of the things of this world-an amiable man—a warm friend-an affectionate husband-a fond father-too good a master: he is beloved by his neighbours, honoured by his country, and admired of all observers he is a humble Christian; and a man who, if he has one, does not deserve an enemy.

Next to poetry, his highest amusement is the Border games -angling, wrestling, leaping, putting the bullet, throwing the hammer, curling, and archery; and at the meetings of the St. Ronan's Club the Shepherd may generally be seen, with his platd girt round him, and a memorandum-book in his hand, acting not only as clerk, but as the presiding and inspiring spirit of these Scottish Olympics. As anglers, the Borderers have no superiors; in wrestling they exhibit as much muscular strength as the Devonian or Cornish wrestler, and infinitely more manly humanity, but scarce a particle of his science. In leaping, throwing the hammer and bullet, they yield to no similar society; while in archery they are certainly some centuries before any other, for in this art we are rather going from perfection than approaching it.

There are few points of resemblance between James Hogg and the Ettrick Shepherd in the "Noctes Ambrosianæ." The form of The expression is frequently his, but there the likeness ceases. latter is an ideal creation of the highly gifted Professor Wilson, who is one of the few who love Poesy for the sake of poesy-for Such the beauty of her countenance and the nobility of her soul. use of his name has been a subject of uneasiness to Mr. Hogg and of complaint in his family. The using of it was possibly like an affair of gallantry, begun in thoughtlessness, but which has been carried so far, and continued so long, that the connexion cannot be broken. The inspired Shepherd is still in comfortable circumstances, but with the exertion of unwearied literary industry. They who can judge of him aright must see him, as I have seen

him, imploring the blessing of Heaven upon his hospitable board or with his family class around him-holding an infant school in the wilderness!-setting an example to all parents with his son by his side, one young daughter between his knees, and the third clinging round his neck; while

"The mother wi' her needle and her shears

Gars auld claes look amaist as wcel's the new,” and pauses at intervals to gaze with a smile of pride and delight upon the scene, as they strive who shall repeat to him most perfectly their Sabbath school tasks, and obtain during the week the reward of their preparation, in the fond caress and proud kiss of the father who bends over them in love. Tell us not to reverence the author, were he sublime as Milton and powerful as Byronif his wife speak timidly in his presence or startle at his voice, or his children crouch at his glance like a hound that knows the whip of its master-if we cannot reverence the husband, the father, and the man; for these are the poetry of his hearth, the poetry of domestic life, the poetry of his heart and his home! Can the man be a poet where poetry flees from his fireside, at his approach? If we admire the poetry of " The Queen's Wake," or of "Kilmeny," we behold that poetry in motion-we perceive its "local habitation and its name," in the little parlour of Altrive Lake.Lit. Gaz.

CHOLERA CRITICS IN PADDYLAND.

THE public mind has been so much alarmed about this disease, that we would be unwilling to say aught that might unnecessarily increase the fears already entertained. But the case which we are now to notice is so very extraordinary, that we cannot find in our heart to withhold it from our readers. We find it stated inan Irish paper (the Westmeath Journal of 23d February); and, what is most strange, it is reported to have occurred in our own city, though, we venture to say, nobody on this side of the chan nel ever heard of it before. The case is thus announced in the Journal referred to :

"Another fatal case occurred last night, in the Highland Close, Goosedubbs. In this case, the inmates absolutely refused to allow the surgons to act, and put two of them who had gone to the house, out of doors, threatening personal punishment if they remained. The door was then bolted inside, and expired without medical attendance !!!"

Now, it really occurs to us, that the medical men were much to blame for not applying the mustard poultice and warming appara. tus to the outside of the door, to which they certainly had access; and, if the patient refused medicine internally, their applying of external remedies would have freed them of all moral responsibi lity for the unhappy result of this case.

We observe that the same paper, in mentioning Partick, invariably calls it Patrick! How natural a blunder for an Irish Paper!

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THE DAY,

A MORNING JOURNAL OF LITERATURE, FINE ARTS, FASHION, &c.

CARPE DIEM.

GLASGOW, TUESDAY, MARCH 6, 1832.

A BRIEF COMMENT ON THE DECLINE OF COLD PUNCH IN GLASGOW; WHEREIN IT IS AT. TEMPTED TO BE PROVED THAT THE USE OF THIS ANCIENT LIQUOR IS ESSENTIAL TO THE INTERESTS OF OUR CITY.

WHOEVER has studied the history of Glasgow, from her rise to her present flourishing condition, must have remarked that her prosperity has been owing chiefly to trivial and accidental causes. Her first traffic depended upon the prevalence of an uncertain custom; her first merchants were the importers of a weed which derived all its value from caprice; and, in fine, her first advances to that summit of wealth which she has now reached, were promoted by the vulgar uses of smoking, snuffing and tobacco-chewing. By aids - equally uncertain, and equally marked with the finger of chance, the impulse which was thus given to her commerce has been perpetually preserved. The vicissitudes of taste, the inequality of fashion, or the desire of show, the love of ginghams, the rage for thibets, and the several passions to which the consumption of fancy articles is attributable, are so many varying circumstances which have raised our city, from a state of insignificance, to become the chief pillar of Scottish commerce-which have made her a depot for manufactures, a port for shipping, the glory of her sons, and the wonder of her visitors.

But an article which has contributed more than any thing else to fatten the loins of the western market is the standard favourite, commonly known under the name of Glasgow Punch. The use of this liquor has long been identified with the existence of this city; and, just in proportion as it became more prevalent, the interests of trade have always been advanced in a corresponding ratio. When its stream was most copious, the tide of business has always flowed most smooth and rapid; and the heart of the merchant has never beat with such complacency, as when its soothing balms conveyed into his stomach the feeling and the reality of comfort. By the lemons which it squeezed, the sugar which it melted, and the rum which it consumed, it has been the stay and support of the West India interests; and to it, in a primary and particular sense, we are indebted for the colonies of Great Britain, the productions of a southern climate, and the riches of a new world.

It must be with painful feelings, therefore, that every person, truly attached to his native city, must observe that the place of this valuable beverage is now too frequently usurped by stimulants of foreign growth. It is unfortunately becoming the fashion of our citizens to present upon their tables the costly productions of the vineyards of France and Germany; and, instead of enlivening an evening's festivity by the old china bowls of their fathers, to circulate round the board the long-necked bottles which mark the manufacture of the Continent. Hock, claret and champagne are rapidly wearing away the inherited partiality with which the mixture of the sweet, the sour and the balmy used ever to be regarded. Port and sherry are becoming the more frequent accompaniments of a dinner; and even steaming whisky toddy is preferred to the cool refreshing drink with which all bacchanalian orgies

were once begun and ended. The time is fast approaching, when the joyous taps, of the wooden ladle upon the rim of the well-plenished china, shall no more be heard inviting the empty glasses of a circle of expecting guests; and when the strainer, through which the juice of a thousand limes has trickled, or the bowl, which was seven times filled on some memorable occasion, will no longer be preserved on the shelves of a store-room, as trophies to mark the feats of a generation.

The occupation of the punch maker, that glorious office which distinguished so many fathers of the city, is now hastening to decay, and the proud pre-eminence which was allotted to the master of the evening revels, is no more to be decided by the dexterity displayed in mingling the ingredients of the bowl. A link is in fact threatened to be taken away from the social history of mankind, a dynasty is about to be abolished, by a bloodless revolution, and the race of potentates who so long acquired their day of celebrity, by the skill with which they squeezed a lemon, and pounded a mass of sugar, have already, we fear, almost dropped the sceptre from their hands, while the last of their line has perhaps lived his proudest days, and bottled more punch with his own hands, than the combined labours of a Provost and a Dean of Guild shall prepare for a civic feast at any future period. What will men say of this? Will not the feeling minds of a Wilson and a Lockhart revert with mournful sympathy to the past, and, recollecting the animating influence which was diffused into their youthful bosoms, by the society of jolly punch drinkers, drop a public tear over the withering ravages of custom, and call again for that gently inspiring agent, which gave hilarity and frankness to the converse of their boon companions? What will cities say to this? they believe that refinement has banished from Glasgow the distinction which raised that borough above all others, and furnished the proud appellation by which it was known far and wide, and by which it attracted the footsteps of many a curious traveller? What will nations say to this? Will they look with astonished eyes upon the attempts which a devoted city is making to destroy its own grandeur, and to hurl from their dominion an ancient race of princes, or will they copy the movements of our innovating zeal, and mad with the desire of rivalry, overturn the chairs of the venerable toast-masters of their climes, and declare by a fiat of the people, that the regime of old liquor is at an end?

Will

Before the rash folly of our citizens accomplish the fatal object to which it is tending, let us briefly warn them of the consequences of their conduct, and request them seriously to reflect whether they are not destroying their interests, in deserting a custom through which they have so long enjoyed prosperity. If they do not consider in time, they will reap the fruits of precipitancy, and it requires no prophetic mind to foretell what these will be. Already, we behold in anticipation, the ruin of the West India interests, the general bankruptcy of the first houses, the panic of country banks, the falling of the markets, and the universal desolation of trade and manufactures. Men dumb with terror, women shrieking with wonder, grass growing in the streets, houses in ruins, the

Broomielaw deserted, Argyle Street transported to some other part of the world, and in fine, the ejaculation of the poet realized.

Fuit Ilium, et ingens
Gloria Teucrorum.

Then perhaps it may be, that some one pursuing a solitary walk through the deserted alleys of the once flourishing city, may pause with sadness and exclaim, "Rome perished through the fate of greatness, Carthage fell by the ambition of a superior power, but Glasgow owed her misfortunes to her own folly, and was ruined by abandoning cold punch for whisky toddy!"

THE FATE OF HENRY COLVIN, THE MANKS

SMUGGLER.

(From Contemporary Memoranda.) THE past century was far advanced before any very marked change had taken place by the introduction of trade along great part of the western shores of Scotland. It was not, indeed, until some time after the middle of that period, that much amelioration had been effected in even the ordinary means of conveyance, from the rude state in which it had immemorially existed; and the simple inhabitants, scarcely conscious of the great changes in progress, still occupied their little hamlets, which lay beautifully scattered over the sheltering declivities of the country, each under its shading circle of ash and plane trees. Neither do the authorities of those days, for a long time at least, seem to have had recourse to very rigorous measures to enforce the extensive alterations as effected this country in the excise laws, which necessarily arose out of the union with England; and which, in the first place, presented so inviting a temptation to the illicit traffic of smuggling. Possessing but little capital, ignorant of manufactures, and viewing agriculture as wholly unimportant as a principal pursuit, it is not wonderful that this portion of the country should have entered with avidity into the specious but hollow allurements of this unwarrantable commerce. Still, though we may lament its baneful influence on national and moral advancement, by its bold and daring enterprize, it was highly calculated to draw forth many deeply marked characteristics of the human mind, and was often productive of scenes which stand strongly opposed to the more regular habits and pursuits of latter times: these, too, are the more interesting, as part of the first fruits of that great measure which has ultimately led to consequences so happy for both kingdoms.

Amidst the almost interminable mines of oral tradition, relative to "the Isle-o'-Man smuggling," it is, no doubt, fortunate, that some small fragments, of a less flexible and perishing nature, have found their way to the present time. From this source is derived the following little narrative, which, though rather of the lugubrious strain, would yet seem worthy to be added to the common store of smuggling memorabilia.

Henry Colvin was as gallant a clever man as ever stepped in black shoe leather; and humane, albeit the unchristian and masterful crew amongst whom his lot, as it were, seemed to be cast, and whom he was surely a great means of bridling and keeping in awe. He had long favoured this quarter, and, especially, the shores of St. Brydes; and there was a friendship had sprung up between him and the people there, above all others, who had of a long time frequented the bays in the running line.

The government, crossed at the almost entire failure of the imposts on brandy and tea, and long disappointed in their iniquitous project of buying up the rights of the island, had now resolved on the suppression of the Manks trade by all manner of means they could devise. Many commanders of the kingsmen, suspected of lenity or connivance with the runners, were recalled, and their places given to new officers, who, no doubt,

through the hope of booty, and that they might retain their posts, exercised their authority with singular severity, and, far beyond all former example, straitened the hands of the dealers. The men in the running business regarded, at all times, but little the dangers and perils of the deep, if they might eschew the ravenous hands of the kingsmen; and seldom ventured to loose from the ports of Man, till favoured by the dark time of the year. But, as I say, they were now more than ever straitened in their intercourse hitherward; and, with the exception of a few ankers landed out of a small lugger among the black craigs of Ardrossan, there had not been a keel canted north of Turnberry this Yule; the best of them lay within the girthing of Peel, like sheep in a pinfold, whilst our shores were never sairer run of gear of all kinds.

It was now far into the black month of December (1758), and great uneasiness was felt, not only by the merchants and topping folk, but by all the poor men inhabiting the hungry shore maillings, and who mainly depended to satisfy their silver rents with the money they might earn by landing the gear on to the landward towns and ower the moor merchants. Word was soon heard however, of our old friend Henry Colvin's readiness to jump out by the first quiet moment that offered, determined at all hazards, ere the encrescent of the next moon, to exchange the weary walls of Peel Castle, for the bonny bay of Arniel, if he should run for it. Fey, feet, gang fast; and, oh, little did saemany hearty and hale men think that the white sea-sand should sae soon gang round them for their winding sheets ! But, so it often is, and a kind Providence mercifully hides from us what we are so near to. There had been great unsettledness of the weather, with but little intermission of the south-west gales, and a watchful eye was kept towards the south land. The town of St. Brydes, with its parish kirk, stands cozily up in the bosom of a sunny glen, out of the reach of the cauld blasts of the open and naked sea, a remarkable instance of the discerning wisdom of the first planters of the lights of divine truth, in this our native land. At every interval of the raging elements, numbers repaired to the Hill Cross where they might view the channel up and down throughout its whole extent; but, ever as the dread breath of the tempest came howling in, the black canopy of heaven seemed to mingle with the raging sea, and the shores lay swaddled about in a broad girthing of white foam. At the close of a heavy day of rain and wind, the horizon seemed somewhat to lighten, and a little sail was perceived shooting across the open channel towards the dark hills of Arran. It was evident she could not attempt a landing on the leeward shore, and, no doubt, meant to take shelter under the high land, and, if possible, draw over towards the morning. This but too certainly proved to be the bold but luckless skipper Colvin, so anxiously looked for at this time. The wind took off a little, and 'tis clear the watchful voyagers had ventured forth as the doleful fruits of the morning lamentably disclosed. The pause was but for a moment; the wind, checking to the west, raged with redoubled fury, and the unhappy men, in attempting to gain the Skerrycraig port, fell on a sunken reef at the entrance, and pitifully perished without help of man. Fragments of their frail bark drifted thick on the shore, and it was sorrowful to see the broken masts, with the torn sails and ropes, twisted about them, so firmly jammed in the crevices of the rocks, that no human strength could tear them therefrom. But none of the corpses could be found, which added greatly to the grief of that dismal scene. This was thought unaccountable, seeing the distance to the rock was but small, and so much of the broken vessel had been washed in. most none of the bodies of these fated men ever wan to a resting place among the faithful, or had the decencies of christian burial accorded to them. If any have had part in this mournful tragedy, other than the merciless elements they were trysted with, as is but too

Al

notourly surmised, "God will yet reveal this in his own proper time."

Thus abruptly and briefly closes this cautious relation. The event is also still fresh in the traditionary annals of the neighbourhood, which are far less scrupulous in explaining the closing circumstances of this melancholy occurrence. It is said that a man and his two sons, a small farmer near the spot, who had discovered the accident, hastened to the beach, where they found the master and another of the crew, who had reached the shore but to expire; that they barbarously stripped the bodies, on the former of whom they found a purse of money, and buried them in the sea-sand! Such at least appears to have been the story very generally surmised; and, upon one occasion, it is added, this person having quarrelled with his neighbour in the change-house, the man laid his hand on his knee, and pointedly enquired, "Weel, Sanny, is thir the plush breeks thou took'st aff the dead man ?"

THE ORIENTAL TATLER.-No. III.

BY JAMES NOBLE, A. M., From the Hindoostanee.

THE TENDER HEARTED MOTHER.

THERE is a story that a certain old woman had a daughter, by name Moohustee, extremely handsome and beautiful. By predestination, through the turning of fortune, she became sick, and quite powerless by the burning of the fever. The old woman kept going round about her, and, with prayer and supplication, was continually saying, "oh, life of your mother! would that my life might become an offering for thee! As far as regards myself, I would willingly make the sacrifice on thy account?" Perpetually at the time of dawn, making wailing and lamentation, she would say, "oh, God! do spare this fresh young creature, and take, by way of exchange for her, the life of this faded old woman, who is indeed satiated with the time she has lived." In short, with motherly affection, the old woman, night and day, kept on making prayer and supplication.

By chance, one of her cows had come from the pasture, and, having gone into the cooking place, being enticed by the smell of the soup, she thrust her head into the inside of the pot, and eat up whatever was there; but when she attempted to take her head out, she was not able to accomplish it. Being without resource, therefore, and, having got the pot in this very manner upon her head, she went forth from the cooking place, and was in the act of wandering about from this corner to that corner; when, at all at once, the old woman's eye-sight fell upon that dreadful appearance. She was excessively frightened, and, since people are in the habit of saying, that there is an Angel who comes and makes seizure of the soul, she imagined that this must indeed be he, and that, without doubt, he must have come for the purpose of making seizure of the soul of her daughter Moohustee. She screamed out, and with much entreaty and supplication, began to say-"oh, Angel of Death! I am not Moohustee; I am, in fact, a poor laborious old woman; if thou hast come for the purpose of making seizure of Moohustee's spirit, she is, without doubt, in the inside of the house, go there then, and do make seizure of her spirit, and let me alone!"

LITERARY CRITICISM.

ADVENTURES OF A PAIR OF SPECTACLES.-By Mrs. M'Gregor, Authoress of "Maternal Duty," &c.-Glasgow, 1832. THE writer of this little volume is one of those intrepid ladies who come forward boldly, to vindicate the claims of their sex to the possession of intellect; and, without regarding the sneers of envy, dare to proclaim themselves bas blues to the admiring world. It is no small triumph for Glasgow, that, while a Hemans, a

Norton, and an L. E. L. are enjoying the rewards of their genius in the English metropolis, a soaring swan has taken her flight upon the banks of the Clyde, and has determined to hand down the name of our city to posterity, in connection with that of a McGregor. It is more in the department of an Edgeworth or an Opie, however, that the classical authoress of the "Adventures of a Pair of Spectacles" is entitled to rank, as she seems to indulge only in prose works of fiction; and we learn, by the distinction appended to her name, that she has already rendered herself conspicuous as a moral tale writer. The little volume which has been sent us for review, and the title of which is placed above, denotes an imagination of no ordinary power. Out of materials which, in themselves, possess nothing classical, Mrs. M'Gregor has contrived to spin a web of fancy, and has attempted to impart to the wanderings of a pair of spectacles something of the romantic interest which envelopes an adventurous hero. To heighten the poetical tendency of her work, she has even called in the aid of machinery, as her spectacles are attended with a familiar spirit, who has the privilege of diving, like Asmodeus, into the secrets of every house, and who possesses the attributes and titles of the gnomes and sylphs of Pope's celebrated poem. This glorious creation of the mind will be properly estimated, when we add farther, that the scene of its action is the police office, the principal character the sitting baillie, and the subject matter the punishment of petty cases of larceny!!!

ORIGINAL POETRY.

ON THE DEATH OF A YEAR.

Stop by the grave of the departed year,

And pause a moment o'er the moments fled; Nor deem it theme of contemplation drear,

That bids thee stay, and ponder o'er the dead. The dead! what death is buried in that mound, The charnel house of youth, and hope, and love; Where riot ne'er may revel, nor a sound

Break on the ear of him who weeps above.
And is it so! that thousands dwell below,
In damp and blackness, till the day of doom-
Thousands who, but an hour or two ago,

Might write their end upon a distant tomb;
Nor think that, worn out, they would slumber here-
Would leave the green earth and the gates of time-
To woo the worm, when good was smiling near,
And blooming prospects bright'ning to their prime.
O! it is well at times to turn aside,

To seat us on the tombstone of the past, And there to mark that wide uncertain tide, Upon whose wave our barque of life is cast. Is thy skiff riding on a summer sea,

Its glancing streamers dancing in the sun;
And does it wanton on right merrily,

As it disaster and disease would shun.
Ah! falsely fair, how bright soe'er the scene,
That ocean-calm is like to beauty's smile;
When she puts on a bland and winning mein,
And Syren-like, betrayeth all the while.
Believe not, thou, in this thy rosy hour,

The pleasing vision far from future ill;
For darksome clouds upon the sun shine lower,
And hidden dangers wait to work their will.
That fairy barque, which now appears so gay,
Where laughing pleasures lasting pleasures seem,
Is but the glimmer of a dying ray,

The very shadow of a passing dream.

It sinks, and thou art dead to mortal eye-
A clod of earth upon this earthly sphere-
Thy schemes and thee to quick oblivion hie,
And, shrouded, look not on the gazer here.
But O, if Reason and Religion guide,

Let Tempest dash his fury on thy sail;
'Tis all the same whatever may betide,
Wrecked on the rock, or shattered in the gale.
These, like the Phoenix, shall uprear its form,
Renewed in beauty of unfading dye;

A thing to live where never breathes a storm,
A thing to skim the sunny seas on high.

GLASGOW GOSSIP.

It is currently rumoured, that many of our worthy citizens, who, some weeks ago, resorted to the celebrated German Anti-Cholera Plasters, are beginning to feel them rather uneasy. Several ineffectual attempts, it is said, also have been made to remove them, and it is hinted that the Doctors will obtain as much employment in taking the Burgundy Pitchers off, as the Apothecaries had in manufacturing them. A hot iron has been found to be the most serviceable instrument for the purpose of either smoothing these plasters down, or of removing them altogether. Several bulky men, now be-plastered, are in horror at the prospect of the operation, which they must inevitably undergo, e'er their kind friend will permit himself to be torn from their bosoms!

A wet Sunday is a day of misery to many a fair face, and a day of destruction to many a fine bonnet, pelisse and tippet. We are sure that it would be found a good remedy against these evils if the belles of Glasgow would introduce the fashion of wrapping themselves in cloaks of a more water-proof quality than the silks which they generally wear. Perhaps it would be an inducement for them to adopt some measure of this sort, if they were to reflect, that it is a severe tax upon a gentleman's gallantry, to give himself a walk home in the rain when he is obliged to part with his umbrella to some female friend. We may mention, that these remarks are made from commisseration of some of our bachelors' acquaintances whose politeness we lately saw put to the proof.

ANTI-CHOLERA KAIL.

THE following is the Recipe of a Gentlemen who has been lately most usefully employing himself in the establishment of Soup Kitchens for the poor.

To make 130 Gallons of Broth take the following Articles :10 lb. Fine Orkney Salt Beef, 40 lb. Houghs of Fine Beef, 10 lb. Neck Pieces of Beef, 1 large Bullock's Head, 50 lb. Fine Barley, 24 lb. Peas, 6 lb. East India Rice, 2 stone grated Carrots, 1 stone Turnips, 18 Heads of Leeks, 3 lb. Onions, 12 Stocks of Savoy Greens, Peck of Potatoes, lb. Black Pepper, 6 lb. Salt.

The above materials if carefully laid in will cost £1, 8s. and, if judicously manufactured upon the most approved principle, set forth in Meg Dodd's Cockery, will produce upwards of 600 quarts of excellent Broth: then add to this the expense of the Establishment, namely,-Manager's salary, 2s. 6d. Head Cook, 1s. Under Do. 9d. and for small charges, viz. :-coals, candles, saw-dust, and sundries, 1s. The whole cost will be then £1, 13s. 3d. which is little more than d. per quart.

BATTLE OF THE BARBERS,

OR BARBERISM EIGHTY YEARS AGO.

For the following strange Advertisements, connected with Wigs, we are indebted to an Antiquarian friend. Duncan Nivien was the original of Smollett's Strap.

To the Intent that Merchants and Wigmakers may be compleatly served with every Article now made use of in Peruke-making; FERGUS KENNEDY, at the Hair Chamber, a little above the Cross, Glasgow, sells the following Goods, viz.All Sorts of live human hair in the sweat.

The same ready curled by the best approved Hands from London, for Tye-wigs, Bobs, or Naturals, and warranted to be the first rate in Quality.

All Sorts of fine Horse-hair, Goat and Moy-hairs, for Tyes or Crowns, Horse-hair crap'd, or Roundabouts.

Great Choice of Peruke-ribbands and Cauls, sewing and weaving Silk, mounting Thread, Frame-Sticks, and Screws.

Fine polished Steel and Iron Cards, with Brushes and drawing-cards, pinching Tongs and Toupee Irons, Wig-Springs, hollow Blocks made by the best Hands in London, Block Pins, Curling Pipes, Vizes, Scissors, Razors, Hones and Strapes, Powder Machines, Combs, Peruke Bags and Roses.

Note, Those who correspond with him may depend on having all these Articles of the best Kind, and the most of them far below the London Prices: or any thing else he can be serviceable in,

that may be here omitted, by sending or writing as above directed, he being determined that none shall undersel him, who expose Goods to sale of the same Goodness and Quality, either for home or foreign Markets.

THAT JOHN M'KECHNIE, in the third story of the Old Coffee house, keeps a constant supply of all kinds of WIGS; of the neatest FASHION, and best MATERIALS and WORKMANSHIP; where all gentlemen, who want a parcel for exportation, and are pleased to apply to him, may be ready furnished with an ASSORTMENT, as also for private use, at the lowest rates where likewise may be had, on reasonable terms, the different kinds of HAIRS, used for WIGS, either raw or curled.

DUNCAN NIVIEN, Wig-Maker in Glasgow,

TAKES this opportunity to return his hearty thanks to those who have been pleased to favour him with their custom and orders, which he begs leave to ask a continuance of. And, as he hopes his work has given satisfaction both at home and abroad, he is resolved to do all in his power to deserve further encouragement.— For this purpose, he has procured the best materials, and most skilful hands, whereby he is enabled to furnish a large quantity of good and fashionable Wigs in a few days warning, and at the lowest prices. He also continues to sell all kinds of Hair and furniture for wigs.

He would willingly overlook a late advertisement from John McKechnie offering to serve gentlemen with Wigs in the newest fashion, but cannot help observing, That there is at least a greater probability of being better served by such as have been bred to, and followed the employment from their infancy with close application, than by one, who, while he pursued the business, was very far from excelling, and, now after an intermission of ten years, 'tis not to be easily credited that he has made any great improvement, and consequently he can be but an indifferent judge of the newest fashions or neatest work.

ODDS AND ENDS.

A COSTLY SUIT FOR A KING-William the Second was taxed no less for being prodigal, than for being incontinent; and yet for his prodigality there is not so much as one instance recorded, unless we take this for an instance, that when his Chamberlain brought him a pair of hose, which because they were new, he asked what they cost? And being told they cost three shillings, in a great chafe, he threw them away; asking him, if he thought a pair of hose of three shillings to be fit for a king to wear? Get thee gone, saith he, and let me have a pair of a mark. His Chamberlain went, and bringing him another pair scarce so good as the former, and telling him they cost a mark; ay marry, saith the king, these are something like, and was better satisfied with hearing what they cost, than with seeing what they were worth; and yet was this no imputation to his wisdom, for, to say the truth, it is no defect of wisdom in a king, to be ignorant what his clothes are worth. -Baker.

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