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ni.' Morton. Method. exhibend. Cortic. in Curatione Feb. contimentis, p. 131, 132.

We shall only produce one other paffage from Dr. Morton, in the conclufion of which he exprefly declares himself to the Tame purpose.

Verum, fi fingulas hiftorias recenferem Zuvexwv non tantum legitimarum, verum etiam fpuriarum, quas nuperrimè fpatio fcil. unius menfis, hoc pacto feliciffime fanavi, in fenili vel infantili ætate, atque in ipfo puerperio, nimius effem. Fa teor equidem uti spirituum elasticitas a veneno ita opprimitur, ut vires antidoti regi et in actum deduci inde non poffint, & Eurexas, in Euroèv, malignam degeneret, me haud rarò fortem cæterorum medicorum participaffe, & reftitutionem elafticitatis fpirituum enecatorum fere & fphacelatorum, methodo quacunque, fæpe incertò, fæpe incafsùm fereaffe. Palam autem affirmo me multo folures hujufmodi ægrotantes, deliriis, fube fultibus tendinum, cæterifque id genus fymptomatis malignis obfeffos, ab orci faucibus arte liberaffe, ubi antidoti ufus curationem aufpicabatur; quam cum ab initio, alia quacunque methodo uteret; modo cùm accerfitus primò effem, umbra aliqua remiffionum & exacerbationum fupereffet.' Morton de Protei formi Febris continentis genio, p. 152, 153.

The quotations which we have here adduced, from Sydenham and Morton, are fufficient to fhew how much their prac tice is mifrepresented by this author, who has not only egregiously mistaken their fenfe, but also falfly applied the general encomiums on the efficacy of the bark, to be found in these authors, to its particular utility in continual fevers; than which nothing is more contrary to their own express declaration, and the experience of all other phyficians.

The only genuine authority produced by this author, for the fuccefsful exhibition of the bark in the exacerbation of remitting fevers, is taken from the inaugural Differtation of Dr. James Lind, of Edinburgh, on whofe evidence, adopted without any limitation in regard to the nature of the fever, and the heat of the climate, as is ufual with Dr. Millar, we have the strongest reason to think he has entirely founded his practice. But whoever examines the hiftory of the fever defcribed by the above-named gentleman, will find, that it was of an highly putrid kind, as, indeed, it is denominated by Dr. Lind himself; and that, confidering such a state of the difeafe, and the extraordinary heat of the climate of Bengal, it is reafonable to fuppofe that a more early exhibition of the bark would be abfolutely neceffary, than would be expedient, or even jus tifiable, in other circumftances. No general rule of practice,

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however, in fevers, can juftly be eftablifhed upon instances. taken from particular climates: for it is well known, that in the Weft-Indies, though the degrees of heat are pretty nearly the fame as in Bengal, there is fometimes an abfolute neceffity of bleeding in the beginning of remitting fevers; which practice might prove deleterious in the place laft mentioned, on account of the additional causes of malignity, from the putrid exhalations of the marshes. Hence, therefore, in Britain, and other temperate climates, where the causes of putrefcency exist in a leffer degree, the ufe of the lancet will frequently be found neceffary, though that operation ought always to be cautiously adopted in remitting fevers, and never without a due regard to the ftrength of the patient, and the violence of the fymptoms. From thefe confiderations it might have been expected that Dr. Millar would not have entirely omitted occafionally to recommend an evacuation, the neglect of which is fometimes as pernicious as the improper ufe of it. But this, indeed, is the lefs furprifing, as, through the whole of this work, from a mistaken idea of the identity rather than fimilarity of fevers, he has confounded different fevers together, and confequently the method of practice. For mistakes of judgment, however, he might be entitled to fome degree of lenity; but want of candor we cannot fo easily overlook; and therefore we leave it to Dr. Millar's option, to which of the two we shall impute his adducing the evidence of other authors, in fupport of a doctrine which they never meant: as, for inftance, with fir John Pringle's account of the remitting fever, he joins Dr. Donald Monro's account of the petechial: from whence it would appear, if, according to this author, these fevers are exactly the fame, that the other two learned gentlemen must have known nothing of the matter, as they endea vour to defcribe them of a different fpecies. But shall we, against Dr. Millar, difpute the perfect fimilarity of these fevers; or admit, in his favour, the double miftake, namely, that fir John Pringle, in attempting to defcribe the remitting fever, has ftumbled upon the petechial; and that Dr. Monro, on the other hand, instead of the petechial, which he intended to delineate, has favoured us with a moft accurate hiftory of the remitting fever?

Having faid thus much of the authorities on which the practice of giving the bark in continual fevers, and the exacerbations of the remitting, is unjustly endeavoured to be established, let us next examine how far it can be fupported by this author's own experience. For this purpofe, we fhall, in our next Review, take a fhort view of the cafes which he has

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III. Mifcellanies; by John Armstrong, M. D. In Two Vols. 8v6. Pr. 6. Cadell.

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HIS collection is made by the doctor himself, and printed under his own inspection. This task, he tells us, he has long avoided, and would hardly have fubmitted to it now, but for the fake of preventing his works from being fome time hereafter exposed in a ragged mangled condition, and loaded with more faults than they originally had while it might be impoffible for him, by the change, perhaps, of one letter, to recover a whole period from the moft contemptible nonfenfe.' The publication contains most of the doctor's pieces formerly offered to the public, and several others which he informs us have lain by him for many years. He has loft and destroyed, he tells us, what would probably enough, have been better received by the great majority of readers than any thing he has published. If he could have prevailed upon himself to have destroyed many things printed in these volumes, the best judges (for whom only the doctor publishes) would, we are perfuaded, have honoured him with ftronger marks of their approbation. Their commendation, however, he highly deferves, for not inferting into this collection a poem, which, though extremely cenfurable, contributed to his fame as a writer. The doctor feems very unreasonably apprehenfive of his receiving difguft from the unmeaning praifes of the public. His apprehenfions upon this head, are, we imagine, out of all proportion to the grounds upon wh ch he builds them. We dare venture to affure him, that though he had taken less pains to prevent them, the praises of the public upon this occafion, would have furnished a very moderate exercise for his philo. fophy.

6 The Contents of the First Volume.

The Art of preferving Health. In Four Books.

Of Benevolence: An Epiftle.

Of Tafte: An Epiftle to a young Critic.
Imitations of Shakespear and Spenfer.

The Univerfal Almanac.'

The doctor's Winter- Piece, in imitation of Shakespear, was, he tells us, one of his first attempts in poetry, made when he was very young. It was just finished when Mr. Thomson's ce

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lebrated poem upon Winter appeared. Mr. Thomson procured a copy, which he showed to his poetical friends, Mr. Mallet, Mr. Aaron Hill, and Dr. Young, who, it seems, did great honour to it. Mr. Mallet defired, and obtained the author's leave to print it, but altered his mind, fo that this little piece has continued until now unpublished. After this account of it our readers will no doubt be curious to see it.

• Now Summer with her wanton court is gone
To revel on the fouth fide of the world,
And flaunt and frolic out the live-long day.
While Winter rifing pale from northern feas
Shakes from his hoary locks the drizzling rheum.
A blaft fo fhrewd makes the tall-bodied pines
Unfinew'd bend, and heavy-paced bears
Sends growling to their favage tenements.

Now blows the furly north, and chills throughout
The stiffening regions; while, by stronger charmis
Than Circe e'er or fell Medea brew'd,

Each brook that wont to prattle to its banks
Lies all beftill'd and wedg'd betwixt its banks,
Nor moves the wither'd reeds: and the rash flood
That from the mountains held its headstrong courfe,
Buried in livid fheets of vaulting ice,

Seen thro' the shameful breaches, idly creeps
To pay a fcanty tribute to the ocean.
What wonder? when the floating wilderness
That fcorns our miles, and calls Geography
A fhallow pryer; from whofe unfteady mirror.
The high hung pole furveys his dancing locks;
When this ftill-raving deep lies mute and dead,
Nor heaves its fwelling bofom to the winds.
The furges, baited by the fierce north-eaft
Toffing with fretful fplcen their angry heads
To roar and rush together,

Even in the foam of all their madness ftruck

To monumental ice, ftand all aftride
The rocks they washed fo late. Such execution,
So ftern, fo fudden, wrought the grisly aspect
Of terrible Medufa, ere young Perfeus
With his keen fabre cropt her horrid head,

And laid her ferpents rowling on the duft;

When wandering thro' the woods the frown'd to ftone
Their favage tenants: juft as the foaming lion
Sprung furious on his prey, her speedier power
Outrun his hafte; no time to languish in,

But fix'd in that fierce attitude he stands

Like rage in marble.-Now portly Argofies
Lie wedg'd 'twixt Neptune's ribs. The bridg'd abyf
Has chang'd our fhips to horfes; the fwift bark
Yields to the heavy waggon and the cart,
That now from ifle to ifle maintain the trade
And where the furface-haunting dolphin led
Her sportive young, is now an area fit
For the wild fchool-boy's paftime.

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Meantime the evening fkies, crufted with ice,
Shifting from red to black their weighty fkirts,
Hang mournful o'er the hills; and stealing night
Rides the bleak puffing winds, that seem to fpit
Their foam sparse thro' the welkin, which is nothing
If not beheld. Anon the burden'd heaven
Shakes from its ample fieve the boulted fnow
That fluttering down besprinkles the fad trees
In mockery of leaves; piles up the hills
To monftrous altitude, and choaks to the lips
The deep impervious vales that yawn as low
As to the centre, Nature's vafty breaches.
While all the pride of men and mortal things
Lies whelm'd in heaven's white ruins.-

The fhivering clown digs his obftructed way
Thro' the fnow-barricadoed cottage door;
And muffled in his home-fpun plaid encounters
With livid checks and rheum diftilling nofe
The morning's fharp and fcourging breath; to count
His ftarving flock whofe number's all too fhort
To make the goodly fum of yefter-night:
Part deep ingurgitated, part yet struggling
With their laft pantings melt themselves a grave
In winter's bofom; which yields not to the touch
Of the pale languid crefcet of this world,
That now with lean and churlish husbandry
Yields heartlefly the remnants of his prime;
And like moft spendthrifts ftarves his latter days
For former ranknefs. He with bleary eye
Blazons his own difgrace; the harness'd waste
Rebellious to his blunt defeated fhafts;
And idly ftrikes the chalky mountains tops
That rife to kifs the welkin's ruddy lips;
Where all the rash young bullies of the air
Mount their quick flender penetrating wings,
Whipping the froft-burnt villagers to the bones;

And

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