Oct. 2 received in return that of the paria, of which the tube was of bamboo, and the head of baked clay.

Then he called upon his servants who were all benumbed with the cold of the night, and after having embraced the paria, he mounted his palanquin. The paria's wife, bathed in tears, stood alone at the door of the hut holding her child in her arms; but, her husband accompanied him to the skirts of the forest, loading him with benedictions. "May God be your reward, said he, tor your goodness towards the unfortunate. May he accept my life as a sacrifice for yours. May he conduct you safe to England, that land of learned men, and of friends, who seek the truth all over the world to promote the happiness of mankind." The doctor answered, I have travelled over half the globe, and have seen every where error and strife; I have found truth and happiness in your cottage alone.' Saying these words they parted in tears. The doctor was already pretty far advanced on the plain, and he still saw the good paria at the foot of a tree, making signs with his hands to bid him adieu.

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The doctor on his return to Calcutta embarked for Chandernagore, from whence he set sail for England.

On his arrival at London he sent the ninety bales of manuscripts to the president of the royal society, who deposited them in the British museum, where the learned are employed to this day in making of them translations, indexes, eulogiums, criticisms, and pamphlets.

As for the doctor, he kept for himself the three' answers of the paria respecting truth; he smoaked, often with his pipe; and when any one asked him what he had learned most useful in his travels, he answered, 'It is necefsary to seek truth with a single heart free from prejudice that we can find it only in nature; and that we ought to communicate it to the virtuous alone.' To which he added, 'a good wife alone makes a man happy.'

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EAST INDIA SHIPPING FOR THE YEAR 1794.

The following ships taken up by the honourable East India Company for the ensuing season were stationed as under, by a court of directors held at the India house, on wednesday the 2 inst.

A VERY young author, it is presumed, sends an epitaph upon a mouse, a subect unfortunately chosen, after the beautiful little poem by Burns on that subject. It would perhaps be cruel to refuse it a place altogether to compound the matter, the two first, and the two last lines, which are not the worst in this composition, are subjoined.

“O mouse! thou didst a better fate deserve,
A heroe's glorious death, a heroe's praise.
Forsaken, breathless now thy body lies,
A prey to death, to worms a sacrifice."

J. G. J. C. obligingly sends several scraps, of which the following are excerpts.

To make a cheap red ink, he desires that the red flowers of the corn poppy may be gathered, boiled in water, and a little gumarabic added to the composition.

He answers a query in a former number of the Bee, inquiring a reason why Highland persons who learn to speak the low country language, always speak it with the English accent, though they learn it in Scotland, by saying first, they may learn it from books written in Engiish, and second, from the English troops who are billeted in pri vate houses, in places where there are no castles or barracks. Neither

of these will be admitted as valid reasons. The greatest part of the persons who thus learn the British language, as he properly enough in this case calls it, never learn to read it at all; and few are the English soldiers billeted in that way in comparison of the Scotch, who every where surround them. The following verses, written in the true ballad stile, (though somewhat limping at times,) is the best part of this collection.

Verses written on an orange
When Heaven and earth were all at peace,
(By ancient bard's 'tis told,

By bards the sons of warlike Greece,
Who tun'd the lyre of old:)

Fell discord with a wrathful look,
Beheld the total quiet;

And streight a dire resolve she took,
To breed above a riot.

Amidst the goddesses 'tis said,
A quarrel to foment,
The goldon fruit inscrib'd the laid,
"Unto the fairest sent."

Each claim'd the gift; fell strife arose
Amongst the heavenly fair;

Now first the goddesses were foes;
Now wrathful frowns they wear,

But here no quarrel can arise,
And discord I defy;

Since goddesses nor woman's eyes,

Can with my Delia's vie.

Then, fair one, condescend sans cholar,

Accept the tribute of the muse;`

Golden, alas! alone in colour.

But love, not discord to infuse..

'Tis sweeter far than gold, I trust,
Hence Delia learn how better

(Compared with trifies,) is the alluring dust,

And know," all are not gold that glitter."

A correspondent from the Isle of Skye, who signs himself X. W. desires that the following lines copied from a monument in the church of Slate in that island, may be preserved in the Bee. They are said to have been written by the late lord Littleton.

TO THE MEMORY OF SIR JAMES M'DONALD BART,
Who in the flower of youth

Had attained to so eminent a degree of knowledge

In the mathematicks, philosophy, languages;
And in every branch of useful and polite learning,
As few have ever acquired in a long life
Wholly devoted to study;

Yet to this erudition, he joined

What can rarely be found with it,
Great talents for business;

Great propriety of behaviour;
Great politeness of manners.

His eloquence was sweet, 'correct, and flowing,
His memory vast and exact,
His judgement strong and acute.
All which endowments, united
With the most amiable temper,

And every private virtue,
Procured him, not only in his own country,
But also from foreign nations,

The highest marks of esteem.

In the year of our Lord, 1766, the 25th of his life,
After a long and extreme illness,

Which he supported with admirable patience and fortitude,
He died at Rome.

There, notwithstanding the difference of religion,
Such extraordinary honours were paid to his memory,
As had never graced that of any other British subject
In any foreign land,

Since the death of Sir Philip Sidney.

"The fame he has left behind him

Is the best consolation to his afflicted family,
And to his countrymen in this isle;

For whose benefit he had planned many useful improvements,
Which his fruitful genius suggested,

And his active spirit promoted,

Under the sober direction of a clear and enlightened understanding, Reader bewail our lofs,

And that of all Britain !