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his transcendent abilities, and silently receded. It is an honour to merit to give merit its due; and the mass appeared as great men, when they placed Warren at their head.

In a period of two thousand years, physic has little to boast of in the line of observing nature. Hippocrates laid down a plan which art seemed to shudder at as too simple: hence the multitude of rules, the family of physicians. A long chasm succeeded, never filled up to the time of Sydenham. Nature here began to revive again; and the good sense of his successors promises a

continuance.

From a deep investigation of the father of physic, from a percipient power to attain the simplicity of Sydenham, from the ardour of his own mind, Dr. Warren acquired a celebrity equal to either of them.

His antagonists may say, He has left little or nothing in writing behind him. What did Socrates leave? Perhaps a future Plato of the school of Warren may condescend to inform us. Are we sure the Coan's observations are not mutilated? the son of Panarete was too much employed to favour us with a regular digest.

In observing nature, Warren's principal forte consisted in knowing what was to be done, without oversteppsng the proper bounds. If antiquity claims the merit of observation, modern

times demand our praise for the elegant simplicity of medical formula; and, in his hands, these were carried to as high a pitch as the art will ever attain.

With an encyclopedic mind, he girted the storehouse of nature, and drew from the various auxiliary sciences all that was necessary to complete the physician. The great Sydenham did not live to see the medical garden weeded from its superfluities: hence arose prescriptions too disgustful for modern practice. It is but of late date, an inquiry has been made, what the powers of medicine will do, and a right art of appropriating them to that purpose: it is a just, a proper refinement of the modern school.

DIALOGUE

Between an English Gentleman on his Arrival in Ireland, and Terence, his Servant, a Native of that Country.

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Master. DOES it rain?

Terry. No, Sir.

Master. I see the sun shines-Post nubila Pho

Terry. The post has not come in yet.

Master. How long did you live with Mr. T.? Terry. In troth, Sir, I can't tell. I passed my

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time so pleasantly in his service, that I never kept any account of it. I might have lived with him all the days of my life, and a great deal longer if I pleased.

Master. What made you leave him ?

Terry. My young mistress took it into her head to break my heart; for I was obliged to attend her to church, to the play, &c.

Master. Was not your master a proud man? Terry. The proudest man in the kingdom; for he would not do a dirty action for the uni

verse.

Master. What age are you now?

Terry. I am just the same age of Paddy Lahy: he and I were born in a week of each other.

Master. How old is he?

Terry. I can't tell; nor I don't think he can tell himself.

Master. Were you born in Dublin?

Terry. No, Sir, I might if I had a mind; but I preferred the country. And, please God, if I live and do well I'll be buried in the same parish I was born in.

Master. You can write I suppose?

Terry. Yes, Sir, as fast as a dog can trot. Master. Which is the usual mode of travelling in this country?

Terry. Why, Sir, if you travel by water, you must take a boat. And if you travel by land,

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either in a chaise, or on horseback; and those that can't afford either one or t'other, are obliged to trudge it on foot.

Master. Which is the pleasantest season for travelling?

Terry. Faith, Sir, I think that season in which a man has most money in his purse.

Master. I believe your roads are passably good.

Terry. They are all passable, Sir, if you pay the turnpike.

Master. I am told you have an immense number of horned cattle in this country.

Terry. Do you mean cuckolds, Sir?

Master. No, no: I mean black cattle.

Terry. Faith, we have, Sir, plenty of every colour.

Master. But I think it rains too much in Ireland.

Terry. So every one says: but Sir Boyle says, he will bring in an act of parliament in favour of fair weather; and I am sure the poor haymakers and turf-cutters will bless him for it. God bless him it was he that first proposed that every quart bottle should hold a quart. fine rivers, I sup

Master. As you have many

pose you have abundance of fish.

Servant. The best ever water wet. The first fish in the world, except themselves. Why,

master, I won't tell you a lie; if you were at the Boyne, you could get salmon and trout for nothing, and if you were at Ballyshanny, you'd get them for less.

Master. Were you ever in England?

Servant. No, Sir, but I'd like very much to see that fine country.

Master. Your passage to Liverpool, or the Head, would not cost more than half a guinea. Servant. Faith, master, I'd rather walk it than pay the half of the money.

NEW ENGLAND DUEL.

GOVERNOR Bradford, in his Register of the first Plymouth Colony at Plymouth, America, says, that the first duel fought in New England happened on June 10th, 1630, upon a challenge at single combat with sword and dagger, between Edward Doty and Edward Leister, servants of Mr. Hopkins. Both being wounded, the one in the hand, the other in the thigh, they were adjudged, by the whole company, to have their head and feet tied together, and so to lie for twenty-four hours, without meat or drink, which was begun to be inflicted; but within an hour, because of their great pains, at their own

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