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trifling. To him death could not be formidable ;— he lived ten years after he had resigned the deanery, &c., but we find he retained the bishoprick of Rochester, and resided there till his death in June, 1774.

DR. ARCHIBALD PITCAIRN, M.D.

THIS eminent physician was of an ancient and most respectable Scotch family, and was born at Edinburgh on Christmas day, 1652;—he received a most liberal education, and studied law, physic, and divinity; but fixed on physic as his profession. He went to France, in consequence of some appearance of consumption, and there he quite recovered his health, and studied physic for some time. He published an essay on the circulation of the blood, by which he confirmed Harvey's right to the discovery of that important fact. He was invited to go to Leyden, to be Professor of Physic there; he accepted of this, and went there; but returned after one year to Edinburgh, and married the daughter of Sir Archibald Stevenson, and fully intended to return to Leyden; but the relations of his lady insisted upon his settling at Edinburgh. He complied with their wishes, but after Mrs. Pitcairn had brought him a daughter (who was married to the Earl of Kelly) she died. Dr. Pitcairn remained permanently at Edinburgh, much esteemed and respected. He not only had extensive practice as a physician, but also wrote various medical works, and a Latin poem, "Ad Robertum

Lindesium," which to be explained required the following story, which Dr. Pitcairn repeated to many most respectable friends, and always with much feeling.

An early and most sincere friendship had commenced at college between Dr. Pitcairn and Mr. Robert Lindsay (who, we believe, was of the Balcarras family); they had similar feelings, they had similar tastes, and had lived together, and studied together, like brothers, with pure and perfect friendship. The Editor heard much of them at Edinburgh from most unquestionable authority. They had read of two Greek Philosophers, who were faithful friends, and who had agreed and promised that whoever died first should return (if possible) and visit the survivor. The two young gentlemen, Dr. Pitcairn and Mr. Robert Lindsay, formed the same engagement when they left college. Many years after, the former was in Fife, on a visit to his father, and Mr. Lindsay at Paris, when Dr. Pitcairn told his father and family, that he had dreamed, that Mr. Lindsay had appeared to him and said "he was not dead, but alive in spirit, and happy, but could not see him again;"-the next post brought letters from Paris of the death of Mr. Lindsay, who had died the very morning of the dream, at Paris. Dr. Pitcairn was greatly affected and impressed by this dream; he wrote the Latin poem, in memory of it, "Ad Robertum Lindesium," and to his death repeated it with particular serious energy and emotion. He declared, this vision

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or dream was truth never to be by him forgotten. He was a very sensible man in all points-nor in anywise romantic or visionary. We are aware that such things are very uncommon, and may arise from nervous weakness and imagination; but nothing is impossible with God; He is the searcher of hearts; He knew the sincere and virtuous attachment of these young men, and He might have permitted this to be the reward of great and singular merit, and most dear and faithful friendship.

TO ATHENS.

Hail ancient city! we give joy to thee, Thy former greatness thou shalt see, Where Science in her early Spring appear'd, And where the infancy of Arts was rear'd. To Athens Rome sent pupils to be taught Those precepts by unerring wisdom fraught. There George the Fourth shall be adored, Who has to Athens Liberty restor'd, There Plato's spirit shall again appear, And bless his reign each current year; Old Socrates shall now again rejoice, And wisdom elevate her ardent voice. In Britain she was most respected, But of late years is much neglected. A giddy, vain, erroneous fashion, Has been injurious to the nation : Nothing of common sense will do, The grand pursuit is something new; Nothing that history has recorded, Nor past example yet afforded. O, could our grandfathers behold How much the young mislead the old; Could former patriots see the present day, When error leads such multitudes astray! The children of old England are so chang'd, They really seem to be derang'd; True patriotism quite forgot, All discontented with their lot, Away they fly to France or Rome, With no attachment felt for home.

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