542: 
would have proved but an awkward fquad 
in an army like this; fo ready, by every 
variety of manceuvre, to difplay its un- 
paralleled verfatility of talent, in all the 
perfe&tion of deformity.—On another part 
of the fame ifland, you behold a beautiful 
myrtle-tree—liften and you will hear it 
fpeak—a myrtle fpeak!—oh, yes! to: 
Aricto ‘tis as eafy as lying—he gives 
it breath with his mouth and it difeourfes 
moft eloquent mufic.”’ * 
Now again behold Aftolfo mownted on 
his Ippogrif—your balloons! your mail 
coaches! Lyons telegraphs! what are they? 
fnails in harnefs!—Aftolfo fets off this 
evening from France, and is in India by-- 
day-break. Or if his Ippegrif fhould 
tire, Rabican is at hand—that famous: 
horfe! the produce of Wind and’ Flame ; 
(Canto xv.) He lives on air—he gal- 
lops dry fhod’ over the fea—his fire, 
Wind, had no chance with him; and 
even Lightning was left behind in his 
courfe.—(See Canto xv. Stanza 4o). 
Again you behold Aftolfo flourifhing a 
horn, inftead of brandifhing a fword: 
and, if you knew all, a much more ex- 
peditious inftrument—for at the blaft of 
this horn, all living creatures, like the 
walls of Jsricho, fall down, (Canto xx.) 
and the dazzling fhield of Atlante. you 
oblerve, produces a fimilar proftration 
(Canto i). If your patience be not 
tired, look. again, and behold Ariofto’s 
mode of raifing a regiment of horfe, when 
his hero is at a lofs for cavalry.—Aftolfo 
aicends a hill, where bowling down heaps: 
of ftones, fome of them, in the road down, 
become nofes, fome legs, fome bellies, 
&c. and before they arrive at the bottom: 
the refpective parts find each other out in 
the crowd, jcin in the proper form of 
horfes, neigh and {camper about, to the 
number of eighty thoufand one hundred 
and two, (for our author. is {crupuloufly 
exact in his relation of fatts), ready to be 
mounted. with connate bridles and-faddles, 
by the wondering infantry below. (Canto 
MXXVIH. ) Sok. 
[Zo be continued:} 

Lo the Editor of the Monthly Magazize. 
SIR, 
T COULD wih through the channel of 
4s. your excellent and much admired re- 
Pefitory, to obtain information from fome 
of your chemical correfpondents refpecting 
a procefs, which ought to be generally 
k nown. 
* Shakefpeare. 
Vinegar—Hundreth Pfala Tune. 
[Auguft,: 
As vinegar is an article of extenfive- 
utility, what is the cheapeft, fimpleft, and: 
moft expeditious mode of making it > 
Team} Si, 
Your obedient fervant, 
a | 
Exeter, Fine 20, 1799. . 
Fo-the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
SiR, 
WILL be much obliged to you to in- 
form me, which Iam perfuaded any 
of your mufical correfpondents- will enable 
you to do, the name of the author of the 
melody ofthe old hundreth pfalm tune. 
I am, ref{peétfully, Sir, 
Your obedient humble Servant, 
€. A. Re 
Loxdon, April 8, 1799. 
: Te 
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
SIR, 
Sees bards of the middle ages- 
had a clafs of poetical compofitions, 
which may be peculiarly called their own,. 
coniifting of pieces, wherein fome being, 
real or imaginary, was ivoked to be the 
meflenger of the peet’s commands; and 
which generally related to love fubjeéts ; 
and fometimes the meflage was addrefled 
to a patron, requeftinge a favourite gift. 
The fubverfion of the ancient govern- 
ment, by the conqueft of Edward the firft, 
was the caufe of great alterations even in 
the literary compofitions of the Welch; 
and in that period it was that thefe 
mefage poems became ¥ery common and- 
popular in the country. 
F beg leave, Sir, to lay: before your. 
readers the following piece, by David ab 
Gwilym, who flourifhed from about the 
year 1330 downwards ; and, if agreeable, 
E£ may be able occafionally to fend you 
other pieces, as examples of this, and of 
other kinds of Wel’n poetry. 
MEIRION.. 
A literal Tranflation of the IxvOCATION 
TO THE Winn, @ Poem, by David ab 
Gwilym. 
WIND of the firmament, of ready 
courfe and ftrong of voice, in ranging far 
away! A terrible being art thou, uttering 
founds moft hoarfe; the bravado of the 
world, without foot or wing: it isa won- 
der how awfully thou haft been placed, 
from -the ftorehoufe of the fky, without 
any one fapport; and now how fwiftly 
‘dof thou run over the hill! 
Tellme, my never-refting friend, of thy 
journey on fome northern blaft over the 
dale. 
