tremely civil, I ftaid with them two months, and passed the time in a delightful converfation, intermixed with mufic, cards, and

My departure from Dr. Stanvil's boufe.

feafting. With fadness I left them all, but especially on account of parting for ever with the late Mifs Dunk. It was indeed for the pleasure of looking at her, that I ftaid fo long as I did at Dr. Stanvil's; and when it came to an eternal feparation, I felt that morning of my departure, an inward distress it is impoffible to give an idea of to another. It had fome resemblance (I imagine) of what the vifionaries call a dereliction; when they fink from extafy to the black void of horror, by the ftrength of fancy, and the unaccountable operation of the animal fpirits..

Some obfervations on Mrs. Stanvil's coming to life again, after being taken

Here, before I proceed, I think I ought to remove fome objections that may be made against my relation of Mrs. Stanvil's coming to out of the grave. life again, and her being brought from the couch of lafting night to a bridal bed. It is not eafy to believe, that after I feemed certain fhe was dead, and kept her the proper number of days before interment; faw her lie the cold wan fubject for a confiderable time, and

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then let down into the grave; yet from thence the fhould come forth, and now be the defire of a husband's eyes. This is a hard account fure. But nevertheless, it is a fact. As to my being mistaken, no less a man than Dr. Cheyne thought Colonel Townsend dead: (See his Nervous Cafes :) And that feveral have lived for many years, after they had been laid in the tomb, is a thing too certain, and well-known, to be denied. In Bayle's dictionary, there is the history of a lady of quality, belonging to the court of Catharine de Medicis, who was brought from the church-vault, where fhe had been forty-eight hours, and afterwards became the mother of feveral children, on her marriage with the Marquis D'Auvergne. -The learned Dr. Conner, in his history of Poland, gives us a very wonderful relation of a gentleman's reviving in that country, after he had been seemingly dead. for near a fortnight; and adds a very curious differtation on the nature of fuch recoveries. The cafe of Dun Scotus, who was found out of his coffin, on the steps. going down to the vault he was depofited in, and leaning on his elbow, is full to my purpose. And I can affirm from my own knowledge, that a gentleman of my acquaintance, a worthy excellent man, was buried

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buried alive, and found not only much bruised and torn, on opening his coffin, but turned on one fide. This many still living can atteft as well as I. The reafon of opening the grave again, was his dying of a high fever in the abfence of his lady, who was in a diftant county from him; and on her return, three days after he was buried, would have a fight of him, as she had been extremely fond of him. His face was fadly broke, and his hands hurt inftriving to force up the lid of the coffin.. The lady was fo affected with the dimal fight, that fhe never held up her head after, and died in a few weeks. I could. likewife add another extraordary cafe of a man who was hanged, and to all appearance was quite dead, yet three days after his execution recovered as they were going to cut him up. How thefe things happen, is. not eafy to account for; but happen they do fometimes. And, this cafe of Mrs. Stanvil, may be depended on as a fact..

N. B. The

N. B. The following is the thing promised the English reader at page 137.

The legend on the monument of Homonca, tranflated into English.

Atimetus.

If it was allowed to lay down one's life for another, and poffible by fuch means, to fave what we loved from the grave, whatever length of days were allotted me, I would with pleasure offer up my life, to get my Homonoa from the tomb, but as this cannot he done, what is in my power I will do,-fly from the light of heaven, and follow you to the realms of lasting night.

Homonxa.

My dearest Atimetus, ceafe to torment your unhappy mind, nor let grief thus feed on your youth, and make life bitterness itfelf. I am gone in the way appointed for all the mortal race: All muft be numbered with the dead. And fince fate is inexorable, and tears are in vain, weep

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not for me, once more I conjure you. But may you be ever happy, may Providence preferve you, and add to your life thofe years which have been taken from mine.

The person who erected the monument to the memory of Homonoa.

Stop, traveller, for a few minutes, and ponder on thefe lines.

Here lies Homonea, whom Atimetus preferred to the greatest and most illuftrious women of his time. She had the form of Venus, the charms of the graces; and an understanding and fenfibility, which demonstrated that wifdom had given, to an angel's form, a mind more lovely. Before The was twenty, fhe was diffolved. And as fhe had practifed righteousness, by carrying it well to thofe about her, and to all that were specially related, the parted with them, as fhe had lived with them, in justice and charity, in modefty and fubmiffion, in thankfulnefs and peace. Filled with divine thoughts, inured to contemplate the perfections of God, and to acknowledge his providence in all events, fhe died with the humbleft refignation to the Divine Will, and was on

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