Enough enough; and may these thoughts arising in the writer's mind from the possession of a new coat, which circumstance caused him to think not only of new coats, but of old ones, and of coats neither old or new and not of coats merely, but of men, may these thoughts, so inspired, answer the purpose for which they have been set down on paper, and which is not a silly wish to instruct mankind, no, no! but an honest desire to pay a deserving tradesman, whose confidence supplied the garment in question. (FRASER'S MAGAZINE. ) HARRY VERE. A PAGE FROM A SPINSTER'S DIARY, By Mrs ABDY. Thirty springs have exactly elapsed since the year, As a horseman, what crowds to his prowess gave heed, He walked with me, sang with me, asked me to dance, And breathed to me words of delightful romance ; But we parted, new scenes and associates to seek, And I never beheld him till yesterday week. How my heart beat with tumult-I thought of past hours, And rejoiced that I wore my new chaplet of flowers: I was single, he still was unwed-it was clear I might yet be the chosen of young Harry Vere. At length he arrived-oh! conceive, if you can, With spectacles placed on a ruby-tinged nose, He actually seemed quite impatient to dine He spoke of the bee's-wing while eyeing his wine- Prosed on turnpikes, and corn-country squires and their dames- Thought that consols were high, and provisions were dearOh! what themes for the graceful, refined Harry Vere! My case widely differs;-the years that have past Oh! horror-a neighbour has dropped in to tea, Can this worn, haggard spinster indeed be the same? At her bare meagre shoulders humanity sighs, The crow's-foot has wrought a sad work round her eyes, False curls flow her garland of roses beneath; And her dentist, I guess, furnished two of her teeth; Her jewels and blonde no attraction possess, Like her bright coral necklace, and white flowing dress; And her forced feeble giggle but ill can revive The light-hearted laughter of gay Lucy Clive. The arrows of satire she bitterly hurls From those lips that once breathed but affection and peace; Well, my tears I have dried-my past days I review- (METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE.) DR CLAESSEN ON THE COLD WATER CURE. Wahres und Falsches in der sogenannten Wasserheilkunde. Von Dr H. CLAESSEN. -Köln, 1840. 12mo PP. 127. The Truth and Falsehood of the so-called Cold Water Cure. By Dr H. CLAESSEN - Cologne, 1840. The medicine of all barbarous nations is simple: a few well-known herbs, a few animal preparations, make up mostly their whole materia medica. Superstitious observances fill up the place of medical treatment, and in the cure of almost all diseases, fire and water, whose effects are so striking as to impress the most ignorant, play a prominent part. Our own ancestors and the northern nations in general ascribed peculiar virtues to water. Standing on the river's bank they worshipped; they divined with the smooth stones of the stream, and maidens sat all night at a spring, waking the well. Petrarch tells us how, in accordance with an old custom, the banks of the Rhine at Cologne were covered on St. John's even at sunset, praeclaro et ingenti mulierum agmine; . who with many ceremonies, and muttering a charm, bathed their arms and hands in the stream. Water dipped from ་་ |