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For the Editor of the Bee.

BEING no subscriber, and only an occasional reader of the BEE, I trust to your known liberality of sentiment for pardoning the liberty I take in craving a corner in that useful publication. Indeed I am convinced you are ever ready to lay before the public such hints as may tend, in any manner of way, to promote the happiness of mankind. And where has society found more real heart-felt advantages than from the discovery of innoculation for the small pox. But for that, we have every reason to suppose many a parent would have mourned the death of children who now live respected in the world. What heart is so callous as not to feel for the distress in which children are daily to be seen, labouring under the dire effects of the natural small pox? and who does not rejoice in knowing that the danger attending this disorder, may, in a great measure, be removed by innoculation. If prejudices among people, of a certain rank still exist, I deem it the duty of those more enlightened, or whose situation in life gives an influence over others to exert themselves in removing such prejudices. It is with real satisfaction I see the medical gentlemen of Edinburgh nobly stand forth in diffusing so useful a discovery, by offering to innoculate gratis the children of such parents as will make application. I have too high an opinion of the gentlemen of that profefsion to doubt

a moment of this example being imitated in every quarter of the country.

That prejudices still exist against innoculation is but too certain. The following melancholy story, which happened under my own eye, will evince a fatal effect from the natural small pox. If it tends, in any shape, to encrease the dread, of the natural, and an inclination in the prejudiced to promote the innoculated small pox the object will then be obtained. "That from evil good may be educed."

About seven years since, being on a visit to a friend at a sea-port town in Fifefhire. I was often amused with the innocent prattle of two lovely children, belonging to a labouring man in the neighbourhood; during my stay they were attacked with the small pox,

and in the same hour I attended the funeral of both to

the grave; they were the whole children of the family. A few weeks since, I paid a visit to the same place, when I found the parents, whose children had before amused me, pofsefsed of two others, alike in years, in features, and innocent chat, to what the former were. In viewing them I was often led to deceive myself with the idea that time had been arrested, and that I was still enjoying my original visit. Alas! Sir, what have I to add; a few days since I was spectator to the mournful scene of the father's depositing these innocents by the remains of his former children. They also died of the natural small-pox; and thus one family, at the distance of seven years has been twice swept by the malignancy of that diforder; and I have reafon to think the parents now mourn the want of information respecting the advantages of innoculation.

Your own remarks upon this subject would be very acceptable to the public, and might be the means of making many converts to the syftem of innoculation. I am, Sir, yours, &c. A. B.

Edinburgh, Sept. 7, 1791.


Dueling is that imperious crime which derives its origin from barbarity, and owes its support to cowardice and want of resolution to obey the dictates of reason and virtue. Rather than dare to act wifely, and counteract a barbarous custom, fhall we dare to offend our God? Slavifh cowardice to custom !-but imperious boldness to Heaven! what horrid absurdity!

He who kills his antagonist in a duel, is a murderer; and he who is killed is accessary to his own unrepented, and, (fearful thought !) unpardoned murder!

No man can be disgraced, or degraded, by the outrage of violence, or phrenzy.

Gaming is inseparably connected with anger, envy, deceit, and difsipation. The moment it commences a period is put to conversation; society and benevolence, all are discarded for the important work of effecting each others ruin.

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For the Bee.

АH painful tafk! for now the hour to part,
With melting sorrow, overwhelms my heart;
And now with fruitless art I vainly try
To check the tear, reprefs the rising sigh.
Nought can afsuage the anguish that I feel,
No language can my heart-felt grief reveal!
From Hope's resplendent beam, could one faint ray
Illume with distant light the cloudy way!
In future prospects, could I fondly view
A day when former scenes I might renew!
Then would I try t'endure the present ill,
Nor thus with anxious thought sit brooding still.
Farewel!! and O may every bliss which heaven
In mercy gives, to thee my friend be given,
Still may thy days be tranquil and serene,
May social pleasure animate each scene!
May sweet Contentment's gentle pow'r descend,
And o'er thy heart her peaceful reign extend.


DR BYRON'S POEMS, PART II. "VIRTUES, you say, by patience must be tried, "If that be wanting, they are all but pride; "Of rule so strict I want to have a clue." Well---If you'll have the same indulgence too And take a fresh compliance in good part, I'll do the best I can with all my heart.

Pride is the grand distemper of the mind,
The source of ev'ry vice of ev'ry kind;
That love of self, wherein its efsence lies,
Gives birth to vicious tempers and supplies:
We coin a world of names for them, but still
All comes to fondness for our own dear will,


We see, by facts, upon the triple stage
Of present life, youth, manhood and old age,
How to be pleas'd, be honour'd, and be rich,
These three conditions commonly bewitch;
From young to old if human faults you weigh,
Tis selfish pride that grows from green to grey,

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