1790, and the 5th of January 1791; distinguishing the countries from whence imported,

England. Scotland, Aggregate lib. weight lib.weight

in libs

Denmark & Norway,

469,000

Germany,

36,186

657] 505,843

HINTS RESPECTING SOME USEFUL KINDS OF FOREST
TREES, NOT GENERALLY KNOWN IN THIS COUNTRY.

Communicated by a correspondent in Manchester. THE iron oak, which thrives three times as fast as the common English oak, and is equally beautiful. This oak is sold by Mr Lucombe of Exeter, and is the oak on which he grafts the Lucombe oak.

2. Populus Græca or Athenian poplar. This poplar is of the quickest growth of any tree we know, especially upon a gravelly soil, and therefore the most profitable in the neighbourhood of Manchester, for the purpose of making boxes, where duration is not necefsary. And it is the most ornamental deciduous tree we are possefed of, because it is the first in leaf, and the last in going out of leaf, and its leaves never are insected nor blighted; its bark is of the most beautiful silver colour. It is propagated by layers and suckers.

3. BETULA, Fol. rhombeo, ovatis, acuminatis, duplicoto, serratis. This I am informed is the most useful and profitable tree in North America; it is called the black birch. It thrives equally well in this climate, and is a most desirable tree in plantations of ornament and fhade, being one of the first in leaf in the spring, and has a beautiful bark.

For the Bee.

If Dr Anderson thinks the following version from Pindar, which was made as a college exercise, worth inserting in the Bee, it is much at his service.

Great Jove supreme, thy mighty hand

Wings the swift lightning thro' the sky
The seasons roll by thy command,
The winged hours incefsant fly.

While these the sacred games renew
Me, with the various sounding lyre,
They send the glorious strife to view,
And all my soul with raptures fire.
Crown'd with succefs a friend returns,
With joy exults each generous soul:
How ev'ry breast with ardor burns

To hear how swift he reach'd the goal!

Thou mighty son of Saturn old,
Thou o'er mount Etna tow'ring high,
The load of Typhon, giant bold,
That dared to afsault the sky
Presidest still receive the song,
Which to the graces ever dear,
Shall to the victor's praise belong,

On all his virtues beeming clear.
For see on Psaumis' glowing car

Glad vict'ry smiling, swiftly flies,
With olive crown'd, and seen afar,

To raise with honour to the skies

Fair Camerina, blest abode,

His native city far renown'd,
Where first the rapid car he rode;
His every with with joy be crown'd

The bounding steed, his eye delight,
And social pleasures glad his soul,
Fair peace attend him day and night,
And ev'ry anxious care controul !
No falsehood e'er fhall stain my song:
Experience, test of ev'ry deed,
Clymenus' son from scoffing tongue
Oftaunting Lemnian ladies freed

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The vict'ry gain'd, with glowing wheels
In brazen armour dazzling bright,
A conscious pride the hero feels;
Hypsypile stands in his sight.

To her when called to wear the crown,
He cries exulting "I am he!
Altho' my head be hoary grown,

But this in youth we sometimes see.

My heart and hand with equal speed,
If this can merit any praise,
Conceive and execute the deed
deserving of immortal lays.

MICA.

THE VISITOR.

To nature, on earth, a short visit we pay,
That visit, at longest, no more than a day;
We rise in the morning with tears in our eye.
Says nature, and gives us a rattle, " dont cry."
We sit down to breakfast, 'tis gone in a trice,
And well we remember our mother's advice;
The tears from our eyes we wipe off too soon,
And play the farce pastime through all the forenoon.
With a fhort grace, if any, we sit down to dine;
At the feast we forget that the day will decline.

'Tis declining already, for if you can see,

Tho' you told the clock twelve, mark the hand! that's at three,
Over coffee and tea how we trifle and prate,

'Till ev'ning, and then, who'd have thought it so late?

Says nature, "arise, make your bow, and away,

My chaise at the door and the driver wont stay."

Reluctant we enter, the reason I know,

We are not quite sure to what inn we shall go:
Inn! that's not the word, and we know it too well,
For homeward we go, and are going to dwell.
And are we quite sure we will dwell at our ease?
And fhall we reside just as long as we please?
That, that is the point, but where'er we retire,
The lease of our dwelling will never expire.
Mankind are the visitors, warn'd at the thought,
At your visit behave as such visitors ought.

AN ACCOUNT OF PERSIAN COTTON,

COMMUNICATED BY ARCTICUS.

Being a translation of a paper presented to the royal economical society of St Petersburgh by Mr

GENTLEMEN,

ALLOW me to have the honour of presenting to you some grains of cotton seed. This seed is gathered principally in Persia, and is bought in the markets, from the peasants, who bring it in small packets, from half a pound to two or three pounds. It is even difficult to collect any quantity of it; and it cost the person who furnished me with this sample, a great deal of time and trouble to collect three poods, which cost him nearly 3000 rubles.

The sale of this seed is not unknown at Smyrna ; but what you see here, gentlemen, was bought from Boucharian merchants trading with Russia, and it is besides of a superior quality to what is found commonly at Smyrna, from whence the French obtained it formerly to cultivate in their colonies, as well as the Maltese, who have also reaped so much advantage from it among their rocks, that it is to be feared their sweet oranges, so famous, and which were very lucrative to them, will soon disappear, although the only production of traffic, till within these few years, of their burning and barren rocks, to give place to another kind of cultivation as useful, and a great deal more profitable.

The Portuguese have sent this seed to Brazil, where its cultivation has had a wonderful succefs, in a climate and soil perfectly adapted to its production, so much so, that in a few years, the plant, by the constant and continued attention of her ministers, flourished so well that it