See red-capt Liberty from heaven descend,
And real prodigies her steps attend! -

*No more immers'd in many a foreign dye
Shall British wool be taught to blush and lie;
But all our pastures glow with purple rams,
With scarlet lambkins, and their yellow dams!
† No more the lazy ox shall gormandize,
And swell with fattening grass his monstrous size;

Nec varios discet mentiri lana colores:
Ipse sed in pratis Aries jam suavè rubenti
Murice, jam croceo mutabit vellera luto:
Sponte suâ sandyx pascentes vestiet agnos.

VIRGIL.

The renovation of the world under the benign influence of French Freedor has been long foretold by prophets of every description, by, some who manufacture verses, others who manufacture cotton, by maudling Mrs's, and mincing Misses, by enlightened Lawyers and more enlightened Physicians; but by none more fully expected, more ardently longed for, than by Dr. Beddoes and his Dear Giddy!" The great Dr. assures us, that not only science in general will shortly advance towards perfection, but that in particular "a new Medicine will arise from the ashes of the old with healing in its wings." How this revolution is to be effected we are informed in the dedication of his Observations on Calculus, &c. p. 4. "We are just beginning to catch a glimpse of the laws of animal Nature; and now when the human mind seems in so many countries about to be roused from that torpor, by which it has so long becn benumbed, we may reasonably indulge the expectation of a rapid progress in this the most beneficial of all the sciences. An infinitely small portion of genius has hitherto been exerted to diminish the sum of our painful sensations; and the force of society has been exclusively at the disposal of Despots and Juntos, the great Artificers of hnman Evil. Should an entire change in these two respects any where take place, every member of society might soon expect to experience in his own person the consequence of so

A Gentleman of Pembroke College, Oxford, to whom Dr. Beddoes addresses a late elaborate work by this familiar appellation.

No more trot round and round the groaning field,
But tons of beef our loaded thickets yield!
The patient dairy-maid no more shall learn
With tedious toil to whirl the frothy churn;
But from the hedges shall her dairy fill,
As pounds of butter in big drops distil!
The sottish Jews, who in a God believ'd,
And sometimes blessings, oftener plagues receiv'd,
Shouted a miracle, when on the ground

Their boasted bread the greedy grumblers found:
By no dry crusts shall infidels be fed,

Our soil producing butter to our bread!

* See reverend Thames, who God of Rivers reigns,
And winds meand'ring through our richest plains,
To treat the Cits, that many a sixpence give
Once in a week like Gentlemen to live,
Resign his majesty of mud, and stream
O'er strawberry beds in deluges of cream!

happy an innovation; and should the example be generally followed, there is no improvement in the condition of the World, for which we might not hope from the bloodless rivalship of nations." But we are told, that the same influence of Liberty and Genius will not only in other respects effect equal wonders, but produce greater blessings. "We know," exclaims this egregious Chymist, "that vegetables are capable of forming oils either exactly the same as those of animals, or very nearly resembling them. Thus we have the suet of the Croton Sebiferum, the butter of the Phoenix Dactylifera and of the Butyrum Cacao. When, from a more intimate acquaintance with them, we shall be better able to apply the Laws of organic bodies to the accommodation as well as preservation of Life, may we not, by regulating the vegetable functions, teach our woods and hedges to supply us with butter and tallow?" Observations on Cal culus, &c. p. 109.

* Το παλαιον παντ' ήν αλφίτων και αλευρων πληρη, καδάπερ και ναν κόνεως· και κρηναι δ ̓ ερρέον, αι μεν ύδατος γαλακτος δ' αλλαι και ομοίας αι μεν μελιτος αι δ' οινε, τινες δ' ελαις.

Calanus Indus âpud Strabon. lib. 15,

See tallow candles tip the modest thorn,
Candles of wax the prouder elm adorn!
See the dull clown survey with stupid stare
Where leaves once grew, now periwigs of hair!
While fluids, which a wondrous change betray,
Ooze from the vernal bud, the summer spray,
Differing from animals alone in name,
(As botanists already half exclaim).
See plants, susceptible of joy and woe,
Feel all we feel, and know whate'er we know!
View them like us inclin'd to watch or sleep,
Like us to smile, and, ah! like us to weep
!
Like us behold them glow with warm desire,
And catch from Beauty's glance celestial fire!
Then, oh! ye fair, if through the shady grove
Musing on absent lovers you should rove,
And there with tempting step all heedless brush
Too near some wanton metamorphos'd bush,
Or only hear perchance the western breeze
Steal murmuring through the animated trees,
Beware, beware, lest to your cost you find
The bushes dangerous, dangerous too the wind,
Lest, ah! too late with shame and grief you feel
What your fictitious pads would ill conceal!
While plants turn animals, man, happy man,
To ages shall extend life's lengthen'd span.

If this supposition were just, might not some means be discovered to protract the period of youth and vigour indefinitely? Whether true or false, and even though we should never be able to restore new excitability to the system, there can be no doubt of the immediate practicability of prolonging life considerably; and what is much more desirable, of maintaining a firmer state of health." Observations on Calculus, &c. p. 106. "Nor, however remote medicine may be at present from such perfection, do I see any reason to doubt, that by taking advantage of various and continual accessions as they accrue to science, the same power

Bane to our bliss, no more the wrinkled face
Beauty's bewitching circles shall disgrace;
But see the reigning toast half kind, half coy,
Her rivals' envy, and her lover's joy,
Skill'd to allure, to charm us, and beguile,
In all the bloom of eighty sit and smile!
Thus shall each Belle a lovely L'ENCLOS prove,
Drive boys of future cent'ries mad with love;
The marriage table its degrees extend,

And to our great, great grandmother ascend.
Poor POPE, who griev'd "that Life could scarce supply
"More than to look about him, and to die,"
Had he but flourish'd in these Halcyon days,
Might long have bid Life's little candle blaze,
Have grown straight, handsome, brisk, and debonnair,
The Muses' favourite, favourite of the Fair!
Happy the Poet's lot, who can prolong,
Till time shall be no more, his deathless song;
And live himself to see his swelling name
Roll, like a snowball, gathering all its fame!
Happy, thrice happy he, who at his will
Can drink of Life's sweet cup his constant fill;
* Who, if excess of oxygene create

Symptoms, which lean consumption indicate,

may be acquired over living as is at present exercised over some inanimate bodies; and that not only the cure and prevention of diseases, but the art of protracting the fairest season of life, and rendering health more vigorous, will one day half realize the dream of Alchemy!"-Beddoes's Letter to Darwin, p. 29.

* Dr. Beddoes, in a little tract addreffed to the Author of this Epistle, entertains us with a long history of how he made himself very lean, very fair (his complexion having been before of an uniform brown), very pretty, and very consumptive, by the use of a certain "Cosmetic" called Oxygenous Air; and how he afterwards cured himself of the said Leanness and Consumption at his

A sure specific can procure with ease,
Rich cream and butter from his herd of trees:
Or if he find excess of * hydrogene

His body load with fat, his mind with spleen,
True health and vigour to restore, can take
From some regenerate oak a savoury steak,
Sliced off the slaughter'd monster's quondam stump,
Converted now into a real rump,

And, blest with an accommodating maw,
Devour the luscious bit, red, recent, raw!

Now rise, my Muse, and, warm with rapture, dart
From men to manners, 66
fancy to the heart."
Transporting sight! to view the sons of Pride
Their little heads with shame and sorrow hide,
Ranks and distinctions cease, all reeking lie
In the mean muck of low Equality!

Favourites of freedom, sons of frisky France,
Who never learnt like British bears to dance,
And, while their Premier's humdrum bagpipes sound,
Led by the nose, jog growling round and round;
But more like monkeys, airy, light, and gay,
Pleas'd on your master's head to skip and play;
Ye pious Atheists, Moralists, who deem

The Christian's Heaven and Hell an idle dream,
Delighted to deride all vulgar fears

Of Beelzebub's black claws, cropt tail, and ears,
With manly scorn and dignity to tread

On prostrate Superstition's hoary head;

Friend's, Quaker Reynolds's, in Colebrook Dale, by a diet in which Butter and Cream bore the largest proportions. See pages 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, and 55.

*To prevent our sailors from growing fat, and afterwards falling into the scurvy (of which obesity, we are informed, is the first symptom), Dr. Beddoes proposes that the jolly tars should eat their food raw! Observations, p. 60.