lapse of 16 years, is a proof how truly well they were valued, and that early impressions have not been thrown away. Old Robin Partridge* is as hard as iron; and, having expressed a desire to be represented in the grave, I have laid him low as decently as possible; and with great satisfaction recal him 66 from his peaceful home." The first, third, and fourth verses may suffice for Robin's head-stone; but there is something so pleasant in writing epitaphs for the living, that I naturally called to mind the immortality Dean Swift had conferred on Bob's namesake, the Almanack-maker; and consequently again bring to view, a brace of Partridges; hoping that our hero, like his predecessor, will long live, to hear that he is dead, and embalmed in your Magazine. A RAMBLER. Un Robin Partridge, Weaver, Boots, Chaise driver, and Guide; the Usefularian of Ambleside. Written at his express desire. Vide "A Fortnight's Rumble," under the head of Windermere.

EPITAPH.

Beneath this verdant daisied clod,
Robin de Partridge lies;
Hoping, through mercy of his God,
He may a Dove arise.

And though no conjuror, yet ie,
Like the fam'd Wicur+ of old,
Full faith profess'd in palinistry‡,

In dreams-and fortunes told,
His life, in native valley spent,
A hardy mountaineer;
Contented, if he gave content,
As Guide of Windermere.
None oft'ner top'd Helvcilyn's height,
Or Helm-Crag's rugged brow;
But now he wishes you, Good night!
For Death has laid hin low.

1 ROBIN REVIVED.

"Why do ye call me from the peaceful

grave en

Yet Robin hopes, for many a year,
To hail his friends again;
And, "now revivid," partake their chet,
On mountain. lake, or plain.
*Extract of a letter from a Young Ram-

bler:" Robin Partridge desires h's duty to you, and is particularly wishful you should write an epitaph, to be inscribed on his head-stone; he requires a poetical one; he would not have one from any other pen than yours, directed to han, as Guide at Ambleside."

+ Dean Swift's Predictions for the

year 1708,"

Robin bad his finger bit by an adder, which was cured by an old frishwoman stroking it, and charming away the sting. See the Ramble, for Bob's assertions of • the feact,” and of his faith

For since John Partridge, we have heard,
Liv'e after he was dead;
You may rely on Robin's word,
He still holds up his head.

Mr. URBAN,

A. R.

Dec. 21.

Izette of January 28, 1654-5, I obN looking over the London Gaserved the following paragraph, which 1 extract, in hopes it may produce an account of the Box alluded to, and a publication of the "receits" it contains, for the benefit of the present generation, for which they were evidently intended.

Jan. 23. Yesterday, his Majesty was pleased to send to the Lord Mayor, closed in a silver box, sealed up with his Ma

Jesty's seal, the Receits of the several cements used by the patentees for making sea-water fresh; as also the Receit of their metalline composition and ingredients, certified under the hand of the Honourable Mr. Robert Boyle; to be kept so sealed up by the present and succeeding Lord Mayors; lest a secret of so great importance to the publick might come to be lost, if lodged only in the knowledge of a few persons therein concerned.”

If those Receipts have at any time been published, perhaps some of your Correspondents will have the goodness to say when, and in what manJ. P. MALCOLM.

ner.

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Mr. URBAN, Dec. 22. KNOW of no publication which affords equal convenience with the Gentleman's Magazine for literary and scientific men to obtain information, on any particular subject in which they may be interested.

I am at present desirous of knowing, by whom that very generally esteemed chemical preparation of iron, the Ferrum præcipitatum, was first introduced to the notice of the medical world. It has, of late years, been much prescribed by Physicians, as ä tonic, in those cases of debility, where, from peculiar delicacy or irritability of the stomach, the sapid, or less pure, preparations of steel are disgusting. This elegant composition having obtained the sanction of the College of Physicians, by their admission of it into the specimen which was lately circulated for a new and improved edition of their Pharmacopoeia, I think the name of the person by whom it was first prepared ought to be nerally known; and I will be thankful for information from any of your medical, chemical, or pharmaceutical Readers.

M. D.

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Mr. URBAN, Shrewsbury, April 19. YOUR Miscellany being a general repository for what is cu rious, particularly for remains of Antiquity, I wish to consign the following to your Museum.

The first drawing represents the remains of St. Mary's Water-gate, Shrewsbury, which is the only gateway remaining here, though it appears there were formerly seven. Some of the Parliamentary army, under the command of Colonel Mytton, first entered the town at this gate, A. D. 1644; soon after which, the town surrendered to the forces of the Parliament.

The modern system of improvement, it seems, will leave us few re/mains of antient art; many of the venerable buildings which ornamented this antient town are lost to posterity, either by inattention to timely repair, or by wanton innovation.

Fig. 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, are tiles, or quarries, found in the floor of the fine old Church of St. Alkmond in this town, which was taken down in the year 1794. See your vo. LXVI. pp. 369, 370. Fig. 6, is a Hales-Owen tradesman's token, and the only one I have met with. Yours, &c.. D. PARKES.

LINCOLNSHIRE MONASTERIES.
Mr. URBAN,
Oct. 12.
EING lately on business near

B Wragby, my curiosity lod me

to Bardney, merely for the sake of viewing the present state of the place where its famous Monastery stood which was on a rising ground, about half a mile North of the Village (of Bardney). The ground is moated round by a deep ditch, which was faced with a strong brick wall: a small part, about 20 feet long and 3 high, only remains; and indeed this is the only remain whatever that is now to be seen, except the foundations, which seem to cover several acres, and are on the highest ground in the middle of the area, from which there is a fine view of Lincoln Cathedral, 10 miles distant. The site or area contains about 24 acres, is a piece of high, rich, grazing land, surrounded by fenny ground, and belongs to a grazier of the name of Bartholomew.

Here follow some notes, made by me lately, relating to

Greenfield, in Belleau parish, two miles North of Alford. Stood close by a wood, in a clay country; the area moated round; not the slightest remains of any part of the Abbey. A farm-house of plain brick walls remains near the site within the moat. The estate belongs to C. T. Wood, Esq.

Tupholm, eight miles East of Horn

*The Sweating Sickness (now happily unknown in this country) was formerly of frequent recurrence; as may be seen in any of the old Historians. EDIT.

castle.