When I came home to dinner, my wife told me with great joy, that he had got the oven, and the mason was coming in the morning to fet it; and she had only paid two guineas and a half, and it was as good as new. There was not a single crack about it, and it was quite charming. There was only one thing that fhe did not know how to manage; there was not room by the fide of the fire for the oven, without removing the boiler. But he was fure, if the mason had not been an ass, he might have contrived it fomehow. But, hang the copper, it was not wanted often; it might be put up in the little back cellar near to the ftable. It would be eafy, the mason faid, to carry up a flue. I faw fhe had fettled the whole plan, and the entertained me during dinner with the preparations fhe had made for our new bread. She was fure, fhe faid, that potatoes would be dear, because every body was going to eat them, and the had therefore the precaution to buy in as many as the thought would ferve us for the winter. "Good God! my dear, they will spoil. Where can you keep them ?” "I warrant you I'll find room,' fays fhe;" and as to their fpoiling, I'll answer for them. How do I preserve pears till the month of June, and furely they are more delicate than potatoes?" I know how clever my wife is at these things. Her preferves are excellent, and there is not a week but fome of our friends are not forced to fend to us for a pot or two, when their own are all fpoilt, and my wife always takes care to have enough on that very account. Well, Sir, next day my wife begged of me to dine at the coffee-houfe, because I knew the kitchen would be quite taken up with the mafon; and fhe was determined to lofe no time, for fhe would have a loaf ready to put in as foon as the oven was fet. Well, Sir, I went to the coffee-houfe, and told my friends how neceffary it was for every body to fet an example in these hard times of eating a mixed bread, and that I was determined to introduce it in my own family. Indeed, I faid, my wife was actually about it. "Aye, Mr. Cakeling, Cakeling," faid a neighbour, "you are the man to lead us the way; you have a wife that knows how to do every thing. I'll be bound that she makes bread fit for a Prince if the fets about it." This is the way, Mr.. Editor, that all my friends fpeak about my wife, the has got fuch a name for cleverness. So I went home quite full of our new bread-No-quite elated I mean for oh! Mr. Editor, to this day, and it is fix weeks ago. fince we began to bake, I have not got a belly full of home-made bread. I wish I had time to go through all our experiments. One time our loaf would not rife; another time it would not come out; it ftuck faft to the bottom; it wanted falt; it had too much falt; it was too wet; it was too dry; it was fometimes quite dough, but in general it was burnt to a cinder. It went on this way for the firft week; my wife and I could not discover the reafon.We had tried potatoes in every way; we had boiled them, meshed them, pulverized them, poured water after water upon them to make them white; we had reduced (I fay we, for being a national object, I was happy to take a part; befides I own I was a little on the alert, for I had promifed my friends at the coffee-. houfe to bring them a loaf) we had reduced twenty pounds of potatoes to two, and I had made excellent ftarch of it, though we could not make bread. We had confumed half the stock of potatoes that was to have ferved us all the winter, without getting a fingle loaf that was eatable. My wife cried for vexation. She was fure there must be something in the matter that we did: not dream of, for fhe knew as well how to make bread as any baker. in Scotland, but he would find it out before the flept. An old baker, who had now turned flour factor, of our acquaintance was called in, not because she did not. know as well as any baker in Scotland, how to make bread, but there might be fome knack in managing the oven, that he was unacquainted with fomething-in the way of heating it, or of putting the bread in it, or of R 3 taking Mrs. B defired Dr. Johnson to give his opinion on a new work of hers; adding, that if it would not do, fhe begged him to tell her, for fhe had other irons in the fire, and, in cafe of its not being likely to fucceed, fhe could bring out fomething elfe; upon which the Doctor, having turned over the work, faid, "Then, Madam, I would advife you to put this where your irons are." PHARMACOPOEIA POLITICA. MR. EDITOR, WHILE THILE taking my political whet at Batson's yesterday morning, the waiter picked up a fmall MSS. book, and asked me if I had dropt it"Let me look at it, William," faid I.--I found it contained a great many recipes in cookery and phyfic; and I am perfuaded belongs to Dr. HUMDRUM, an eminent practitioner in diseases and politics. The following three recipes I have made free with for the benefit of the public at large; and I flatter myself that the Doctor will not take it amifs that I have fent them to your paper. REMEDY FOR WAR. Take of Minifters of State, a large handful ; Penfioners, as many of each as can be found. Place them in the front of the battle. SPECIFIC AGAINST THE PERNICIOUS EFFECTS OF SPECIAL JURIES. Take of Freeholders, and Merchants, a complete lift; Range them ALPHABETICALLY. 1. A page or two of this may be taken at any time with perfect fafety. FOR FOR BAD VERDICTS. Take of Fox's Bill quantum fuff. Common Senfe, Impartiality-equal parts; Sprinkle the whole with a Juryman's Oath. Probatum eft. Of the efficacy of these remedies it is impoffible for me to fpeak, because I never knew a cafe in which they were applied; but as the ingredients are fimple, I fhould fuppofe that the experiment might be made with fome probability of fuccefs. I am, Sir, [Chronicle.] Your humble fervant. PETER PRY. ALONZO THE BRAVE AND FAIR IMOGINE. A A ROMANCE. * WARRIOR fo bold and a Virgin fo bright cc And, oh!" faid the youth, "fince to-morrow I Your tears for my abfence foon leaving to flow, "Oh, hufh these fufpicions," Fair Imogine faid, For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I fwear by the Virgin, that none, in your ftead, go *This beautiful piece of Poetry is extracted from a Romance called the Monk, written by Mr. G. P. Lewis, M. P. As it paffes to us through the medium of the newspapers, it appears to come properly enough within our plan. 200 ALONZO THE BRAVE AND FAIR IMOGINE. If e'er I, by luft or by wealth led afide, Forget my Alonzo the Brave, God grant that, to punifh my falfehood and pride, To Palestine haftened the hero fo bold; His treasure, his presents, his spacious domain And now had the marriage been bleft by the priest; The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feaft; Then firft, with amazement, fair IMOGINE found, His air was terrific; he utter'd no found: -- He spoke not, he mov'd not, he look'd not around--- His vizor war clos'd, and gigantic his height; All pleasure and laughter were hufh'd at his fight; His prefence all bofoms appear'd to dismay; At length spoke the Bride, while fhe trembled "I pray, The |