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door.”” The fecond, prefently interrupting 
him, faid, <* that he was miflaken, for that 
a lil:erty to make a dcor was not_a fatis- 
‘fagtion to them, for fo they might have a 
licence, and yet the door never made; and 
therefore his defire was, to have offium fie 
vi, ** A door to be mace.” Whereunto 
the third replied, they were both miftaken, 
for fo it migit fill be iz fieri; but his pe- 
tition was to have oftium fafum, ‘a door 
made.”” Whereunto the firft replied again, 
that they were not fo unmannerly as to de- 
fire a door made, for that was to demand 
the king to make thema door: and he 
therefore defired they might have leave 
pelle oftium fieri, * to have it in their 
power to make a door.”’ 
again cppoting him, and the third oppo- 
1g the fecond, and the king growing 
weary, his majefly anfwered them, “ that 
though he underftood their requet, he 
would not give them fatisfaction till they 
fhould agree zz modo loquendi.”” 
The following fact is curious in the hit 
tory of gardening. In the time of Char- 
Temagne, this prince poffeffed an orchard 
in Paris, which was then confidered as a 
very rare luxury. It contained ford or 
{crvice trees, filberts, chefnuts, plums, 
Original Peetry. 
But the fecond | 
[Nov. 1, 
pears and apples, The rarity of thefe 
fruits is fhean by a bifhop in 606 fend- 
ing from Tours, as an acceptable prefent, 
fome chefnuts and crabs to his mother and 
fitters who were at Poitiers. The orchard 
of Charles V. in Paris, the fite cf the pre- 
fent botanic garden, is alfo cited as a re- 
remarkable circumftance. It contained 
cherry, pear, and apple trees. After 
wards, under Francis I. Oliver de Yerres, 
by his excellent writings, and the Cardinal 
of Bellay, bifhop of Mans, by his per- 
fonal exertions encreafed the orchards ; 
and the friend and correfpondent ef 
the iatter, the phyfician Belon, who tra- 
velled inta Syria, Eoypt, and Perfia, fent 
feeds and grafts from thofe countries, 
which were difributed through Maine, 
Anjou and Touraine, and fucceeded there 
fo well, that thefe provinces have long 
been, and flill are, conficered as the gar- 
dens of France. Usder Lewis XIV. the 
tafte for fymmetric gardens introduced by 
Laquintivie, caufed the preference to be 
given to efpaliers inftead of orchards, 
though thefe latter fill are much attended 
to in fome of the finelt provinces in the 
centre of France. 
a 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
THE PURSUIT OF QUIET. 
In a Series of Elegies, by JOHN DELL, of 
DOVER, in KENT, now ficft publifbed. Can- 
tinged from pace 244. 
ELEGY THE THIRD. 
AREWELL, my friends! to folitude I fly, 
Anxious to find that gufet which I prize: 
No more for wealth, or tame, or pow’r, to 
fgh, 
Or mourn the fatal giance of beauty’s 
eyes. 
Farewel! for all my dreams of joy are.o’er ! 
And Hope, who nurs’d fuch flattering vi- 
fions, fled! 
With adverfe fortune { can war no more 
My heart’s exhaufied, and derang’d my 
head ! 
Let honour frown upon my ufelefs day 
And urge thofe duties which to life lowe: 
Let Frfendjbip call—l care not what they fay! 
Life’s active paths are but the paths ef woe! 
Still do I languifh from a focial wound, 
Still mourn my hopes, my loves, my wishes 
crofs’d ! 
An every hope was difappointment found, 
Wet-I-purfued till every hope was lott! 
see 
Alas what forrows nurs’d my infant years ! 
Guiitlefs I funk beneath misfortune’s 
pow’r! 
Nor aught avail’d my overflowing tears, 
Nor aught my pray’rs in faith’s infpiring 
hour ! 
Oh memory! what a ghafily train arofe, 
Arm’d by the Fates for many a deathful 
blow! 
They, fpoke, predi€tive of my coming woes, 
Then hurl’d the venom’d dart that laid me 
low. 
What pangs my wafting frame was doom’d te 
prove ! 
Oh added anguith to my fickening mind! 
Slow thro” my veins I felr life’s current move, 
And half my limbs their ufeful pow’rs re- 
fign’d ! 
Chang’d was that form which nature’s hand 
beftow'd, 
And broke the native fpirit of my foul ; 
My foul, where all the warmeft paffions 
glow’d 3. 
All, all fubdued by ruthlefs Fate’s control } 
&< Savaged by woe,” by defperation led, 
O’erthe full bowl I wafted half the day ; 
And long, alas! this unproteéted head 
Waslitile anxious what the world might fay. 
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