mentally upon the diseases of the human body, wee learn, that ill congested food, in the stomach and viscera, are the predisposing causes of disease, and of death itself as the consequence of the former.

And may wee not humbly conjecture that the impetus of the blood, and other humours, especially of the former, (as at this time most curiously set forth by that most acute and indefatigable physician, William Harvey,) may bee greatly increased by the frequent and violent affections of ungoverned pafsions, which are notoriously produced by excefs, both in eating and in drinking?

And may wee not afsert, with a great degree of confidence, drawn from general observation, and from the annals of the world, that continued temperance, wholesome exercitation of body, and pleasing equable occupation of the understanding; or an absence of disagreeable emotions, when the faculties of the soul are not employed, doe verily prolong humane life to an extraordinary extent? And I think it worthy to bee noted, that the greatest part of men, who have attained to an extraordinary age, have been in their youth temperate, and in their manhood and 'old age delightfully and uniformly employed; so as to obviate or prevent this desultory impetus of the blood and humours, whereupon wee humbly es tablish our conjecture.

Hippocrates, the observer of his own wise apothegms, attained the age of 104, though exposed to the continual hazards of attending the infectious diseased. Galen equalled Hippocrates in this goodly senectude. By Pliny wee are told that Asclepiades a

physician of Persia, reached the wonderfull age of an hundred and fifty. In the chronicle of Eusebius wee find the age of Sophocles the tragoedian, to have been one hundred and thirty; Democritus the philosopher, lived to an age equal to that of Hipocrates and Galen; and yet, what are these to Epimenides of Crete? who, according to Theopompus, a historian of unblemished reputation, lived to be upwards of one hundred and fifty-seven.

Wee know also from Pliny, that Euphranor gave lectures to his scholars after he was an hundred years old; and to come to our own times, and conclude this enumeration, the truly learned George Buchanan informs us, of a poor man, whose name was Laurence Hutland, in the Orkney isles of Scotland, who reached the age of an hundred and seventy.

Curiosity hath given occasion to sundry enumerations of the most aged persons, who have lived in various countries and periods of history; by examining which, it will evidently appear, that there is reason to be convinced of the principles whereupon wee conceive longevity and happiness to depend.

To be continued.

DETACHED REMARK.

THERE are some actions, which, however just, are disreputable, and can only be occasioned by rigid necefsity, which ought not to be condemned, but lamented.

VOL, xiv.

TRANSLATION BY CAPT. FORD, BELIEVED TO BE FROM THE PERSIAN,

[From the Asiatic Miscellany, a Collection of pieces in prose and verse, publifbed in India.]

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DISGUIS'D last night, I rush'd from home,

To seek the palace of my soul

I reach'd by silent steps the dome,
And to her chamber softly stole.

On a gay various couch reclin'd,
In sweet repose I saw the maid;
My breast, like aspins to the wind,
To love's alarum softly play'd.

My fingers, then, to half expanse

I trembling op'd, with fear opprest;
With these I pull'd her veil afkance,
Then softly drew her to my breast.

"Who art thou, wretch!" my angel cried;
Whisp'ring I said, 'Thy slave! thy swain!
But hufh, my love! forbear to chide;

Speak softly, lest some hear the strain.”

Trembling with love, with hope, and fear
At length her ruby lips I prest;
Sweet kisses oft,-mellifluous !-dear!
Softly 1 snatch'd,---
-was softly blest.

"O let me,' now inflam'd I said,

" My idol clasp thee to these arms ;*
Remove the light;" deep sigh'd the maid,
Come softly!-Come-prevent alarms.

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DIVINE INTELLIGENCE EXEMPLIFIED IN THE SITUATION, DISSEMINATION, AND PROPERTIES OF VIGETABLES.

For the Bee.

"Roll up your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flow'rs,
"In mingled clouds, to him whose sun elates,

"Whose hand perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
THOMSON."

I HAVE been frequently surprised, (says the elegant and fanciful Roufseau in his Emilius,) and sometimes fhocked, in the reading of Nieuwenthiet.-What a presumption was it to sit down to make a book of those wonders of nature that display the wisdom of their author? Had his book been as big as the whole world, he would not have exhausted his subject; and no sooner do we enter into the minutiae of things, than the greatest wonder of all escapes us that is, the harmony and connection of the whole.

This objection to the religious philosophy of natural history, I have often considered, without thinking it applicable to a judicious inquiry into the manifestation of divine intelligence and goodness in the works of nature. Rafhly to determine the finality of causes, is to be reprobated, as inconsistent with that humility, which ought to check a weak and ignorant creature, in exploring the administration of his Creator; but when the harmony and connection, and benefit, of all that we can see, is considered, and that the result is found to increase our confidence in the wisdom and goodness of providence, to tranquilize our hearts, and to enlighten our understandings, I can conceive no study more suitable to a rational and virtuous being, wishing to be afsimilated to the supreme Pattern of wisdom and benevolence.