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rish of Kirkurd, twenty-three miles from Edinburgh, there was found in a gravel hillock, a built stone coffin, about four feet and a half long, two feet and a half wide, and two feet and a half deep; it had no other bottom than gravel, the sides built of several stones, and the cover one entire stone.
The body was not lying at full length, as by the size of the bones it appeared to have been about six feet long. There was found among the bones three flint stones, the largest of which is about nine inches long, resembling the point of a halbert, the edges and point sharp like a spear, and the other end round, as if fitted for a handle; another of a circular form, and sharp in the edges, about three inches diameter; the third in form of a cylinder, three inches long, and one inch diameter. There was likewise found a kind of ring, neatly carved, about three-fourths of an inch thick, in which were two small holes by which it seemed to be hung by a string, it admitted a man's finger, and is two inches and a half diameter; there were two kinds of round pieces as large as a coat button, thick in the middle, and thin on the edges. The above three upon examination were found to be coal.
If any of your correspondents can tell whether the person here interred had been a warrior, as some suppose, or a druid, as others allege; or have any other observations to make concerning it, they will be very acceptable to, Sir,
Your most humble servant,
Meunt Bog, 30th Dec. 1791,
REFLECTIONS OF FREDERICK THE GREAT.
Selected from his letters.
OH! how prudent, moderate, forbearing and mild, does the school of adversity render man! The proof is terrible; but where it has been endured, its utility continues to the end of life.
Letters to the marquis d' Argens, LXXVI. How different is it, my dear marquis, to view objects of ambition at a distance, through a deceitful prism, by which they are embellished, from examining them closely, naked as they are, and stripped of their tinsel ornaments! Vanity of vanities! Vanity of victories! This is the sentence of a sage. It comprehends all things, and in itself contains reflections which every man ought to make, but which are seldom made in the hurry of action. Letter XCV.
Oh how hard is the human heart! It is said I have friends; yes, and excellent friends they are to be sure! They stand peaceably still, and see me going to destruction.
"I wish you every happiness !" "O, then, I am drowning, throw me a rope!" "Pardon me, sir, you will not be drowned, I think, and I fhall catch cold by going into the water." "Nay, but good God! I am absolutely sinking sir!" "I hope not, dear sir, and if the worst fhould happen, which God forbid, be persuaded, that I fhall make it my businefs to write a very handsome elegy on your death." Such marquis is the world. Letter XCVIII.
To be continued.
PORTSDOWN HILL*, A POEM.
-Hence Britannia sees
Her solid grandeur rise :---
Or all the hills which claim poetic worth,
But thou, my Portsdown! tho' to fame unknown,
The varied landscape wide-extended lies;
* A hill which overlooks Portsmouth town, dock, and harbour, Spithead, the isle of Wight, and a vast track of the adjacent country.
Sandwich isles, discovered by captain Cook in his second voyage.
Isle of Wight, which forms Spithead, and defends the island of Porten from the ocean.
Herc hast thou, Portsdown! seen, in awful state
Thus the fam'd ancient sire, who, anxious, gave
The good old man's rekindl'd ardour glows,
Thus dost thou see, when war's wild rage is o'er,
For this fair prospect, all the pomp of courts
For these alone are all our sails unfurl'd,
And but for these, those thunders ne'er fhould rgat,
Thus spoke the monarch, or he thought at least,
Unlike this welcome met, in days of yore, A prince, ill fated, on the Portsmouth shore, When scap'd from wand'rings, here, in cells immur'd, Trembling he lay, nor here, alas! secur'd. Those hoary walls which bear his sacred bust, When he and rebels crumbled are in dust, This lefson teach in ev'ry future sway, To reign like George, and like to us obey; Then fhall the grateful subjects crown the plains, To pour their blefsings if a father reigns. Such late thou saw'st around thy sea-girt base, Where winding harbours all thy form embrace, Where splendid towns adorn thy binding there, And firm-built mounds repel the ocean's pow'r ; Thou saw'st the whole one living scene display, And shouting thousands lead the monarch's way, To where he heard unnumber'd blows resound, Saw Labour smile, and Toil rejoice around; To where he saw his wooden bulwarks rise, Tow'ring aloft of vast capacious size, Whose oak-ribb'd sides, black-frowning swell on high, Where forth in smoke destructive thunders fly; "Midst smoke and noise he saw our splendour rise, And Chearful Freedom smile without disguise.
As when in annual round, with life fraught ray,
* Charles D.