mitted, that a vegetable diet, containing fixed air, is the only cure yet known for the Sea Scurvy.

I flatter nyfelf I have now fucceeded in etabling what I aflerted in the beginning of this Letter, that I could put 2 hip's company upon a vegetable diet at as cheap a rate as they can be fupplied with bread; and I think I have gone beyond it, as common grey, and even white peas, are, in mcft years, much cheaper; nor is the fimple procis I have pointed out to be compared with the trouble and expence of making fea bilcuit. If unglazed earthen jars or pans were ufed, the process would be more certain, as the aftringent quality of oak might be injuricus to it. If the former hould be objected to, as being liable to be broken on board fhip, I would then recom

mend the use of elm tubs. Should any doubt be entertained of my principle, it may be eatly afcertained by trying the experiment in a common flower pot in a room. The only objection that occurs to me again it is, the additional coniumption of water it would occafion, which in long voyages cannot always be fpared. I feel the full force of this; but in an object of fo much confequence as that of the health of our famen, it ought to have but littie weight, and any water left in the tubs or jars might be applied again to the fame procels, and after all need not be entirely left, as it might serve for the purpole of boiling the alt provisions or the thip's company, which is now generally done with a mixture of lalt and treh water.

To the EDITOR of the EUROPEAN MAGAZINE.
SIR,
Frampton upon Svin, Gloucestershire.

I WAS much pleased to find in your
elegant repofitory icme account of
that learned and pious divine Joba Norris.
You will, I truft, pardon me, if in addi-
tion to your Memoirs, I lay a word or
two on his Writings, which have not been
diftinguifhed by that popularity which
their eminent merit certainly deterves.

In metaphylical acumen, in theological learning, and in purity of diction, Mr. Norris acknowledges no juperior. Mr. Locke, the reputed discoverer of the true theory of the mind, does not 130k higher in that peculiar branch of science than our penetrating divine; for if his reply to Locke's Effay on Human Understand ing be critically confidered, it will be found to detect many fundamental errors in that celebrated treatife.

The piety of Norris was as confpicuous as his learning and abilities. The extreme fervour of devotionwhich appears throughout his works, may be termed enthufiafm, in this age, when moral pre cepts elegantly dreffed, constitute clerical compofitions.

The Theory of the Ideal World, may be confidered as the capital work of Norris. The depth of thought, and the acuteness of logic, which he difplays in this treatise on a very abftrute iubject, justly entitle him to claim a high rank among metaphyficians. His philofophicl pieces,with a peculiar vigour of mind, difplay aclofenets of fiyle, and a nice but jult difcrimination of cautes and effects; and though in a treatife profeffedly on the fubject, he cries the value of icholaftic

leaning, yet he every where proves his

tomiliarity with every branch of it; and perhaps he has made a more frequent and better uie of logic, than any writer in the English language.

As the pious and fincere chriftian, as the fervent and zealous divine, Norris is above praite. The pure morality which breathes through his difcourfes, the feraphic fire which glows in his aípirations, may be too refined, may be too warm fer the cool and rational taile of the prelent day; but the ardency of this divine heat is a strong proof of the natural fenfibility of his heart, and of the fincerity of his religious profeflions.

Nor is the genius of Norris, as a poet, at all interior to that of his contempora rics; specimens of genuine poetry, whole fire and tublimity are barely excelled by the Paradife L., are displayed in his Mifcellanies: The following extracts are made from a Pindaric Ode, entitled The Confummation. The poetry is almoft equal to the subject:

"The waves of fire more proudly ro1l,
"The fiends in their deep caverns howl,
"And with the frightful trumpet mix their
"hideous cry.

"Now is the tragic fcene begun;
"The fire in triumph marches en;
"The earth's girt round with fames, and
"feems another Sun."

What a fine picture of the Saviour of
Mankind do the following lines exhibit!
They are in the fourth itanza of the fame
poem:

"Lo

"Lo with a mighty host he comes;

I fee the parted clouds give way; "I fee the banner of the Cross display. "Death's conqueror in pomp appears, "In his right hand a palm he bears, "And in his look redemption wears.

Many other paffages might be produced, which would fully prove the juf tice of Norris's claim to the title of Poet. In the Ode to Melancholy, the greatest part of thofe images may be found, which have been to hacknied and wire-drawn by modern verfifyers. I cannot refift the defire of tranfcribing a ftanza from an ode, entitled The Afpiration. The poet laments that his foul is immured in the dark prifon of the body, which prevents its full enjoyment of the divine prefence.

How cold this clime! and yet my sense Perceives c'en here thy influence; "Ev'n here thy ftrong magnetic charms I

OLD HOUSES IN DUKE-STREET, WEST-SMITHFIELD. (WITH A PLATE.)

THE Old Houfes in Duke-street are

fome of the few remains of the Antient Architecture of this Country. The date on the back part of the houfe adjoining the French Horn is 1599. The houses alluded to are gicbe to the Raftory of St. Bartholomew the Great, and are nearly oppotite to a Liveryftable, the sign of the Black Horie, the

BIR,

To the EDITOR of the EUROPEAN MAGAZINE.

I BEG leave, through the medium of your Magazine, to offer to the Public the following ODE. It is the production of SHAH ALLUM, the ftill nominal Emperor of Hinduftân-a man whose misfortunes and fufferings are abundantly known, but whofe talents and virtues have not been juftly appreciated. The narrators of his melancholy hiftory, viewing him merely in a political light, and judging of the man from the imbecility of his government, have formed conclufions unfavourable to his intellectual endowments; but those to whom an intimate knowledge of his life has given the means of eftimating the general character of his mind, whilft they concur in the opinion of his incapacity for public affairs, defcribe him, at the faine time, as poffefling much elevation of fentiment, and acuteness of fenfibility; as being alike capable of exalting his mind to the purfuits of philofophy, and of foftening it to the exercife of the milder virtues. Poetry was the amufement of his youth amidst the splendour of a palace, and is now the confolation of his age in the gloom of a dungeon.

This ODE is esteemed the best of his late performances, and is rendered peculiarly interefting by the afflicting nature of its theme. It was written at the age

of feventy, about two years after he had been depofed, imprisoned, and deprived of his fight, by Golaâm Kháder, one of his vaffal Princes, and it bears ample teftimony of his dignity and his fpirit. It breathes the warm language of infulted virtue, and the calm dictates of pious refignation. It fhews a mind of which the

energies have neither been enfeebled by age, nor repressed by adversity.

Of the beauties and defects of the Poem, as they appear in an English dress, it were unbecoming in this place to make any difcrimination. I may, however, be permitted to obferve, that the Tranflator has given to an almoft literal tranflation, a chasteness and an elegance which, from the oppofite idioms of the two languages, and the ftill more oppofite genius of Oriental and of English poetry, has been but feldom attained. But thefe pathetic verfes have a higher value, as illuftrating the character of their venerable author, whom England has allowed to languish in hopeless mifery, than from any intrinfic merit of their own. I trust, therefore, that a contemplation of his unhappy condition, and of thofe feelings which it will not be denied him to have exprefied in a manly as well as a delicate ftrain, will excite the fympathy of the reader, and affuage the severity of the critic; and, I may prefume, there are thofe amongst us who can commiferate the fate of degraded magnificence, and give a tear to the forrows of neglected genius.

-Sunt bic etiam fua præmia laudi;

Şunt lacryma verum, et mentem mortalia tangunt.

I am, &c. &c.

L. D. C.

TRANSLATION of a PERSIAN ODE written by the EMPEROR SHAH ALLUM during his Confinement, after his Eyes had been put out by the Traitor GOLAAM KHADER.

THE angry ftorm now rifes fast,

To view a wretch afcend that throne

Hoarse howls around Misfortune's blaft, The right of Timour's race alone.