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On the MEANS of making BREAD from RICE alone.

[Inferted in the fifth Volume of the REFERTORY of ARTS and MANUFACTURES, and taken from the JOURNAL des SCIENCES, des LetTRES, et des ARTS.]

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HE art of making bread from rice, though much fpoken of, feems to be very little known. In Chomel's dictionary it is faid that bread may be made of rice, but there is no account of the means by which it is to be done. The book called La Maifon Ruftique goes rather farther; for, it informs us that this kind of bread is made by mixing together the flour of rye and that of rice. The first of thefe books therefore may be confidered as faying nothing, fince it is abfolutely impoffible to make bread of the flour of rice (which is harth and

dry, like fand or afhes), by treating it in the manner in which wheatflour is treated. The manner of ufing rice-flour defcribed in the fecond book, is but an uncertain remedy in cafe of want; for, if we have no rye, we cannot, according to that book, make use of rice-flour for making bread, because an equal quantity of rye-flour is faid to be neceflary for that purpofe; and confequently, in countries where no rye is grown, it would be impoffible to make bread of rice, however great the want of bread might be.

"I therefore think it my duty to

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fupply that information which is wanting in the two books above mentioned, by defcribing a method by which excellent bread may be made from rice alone, which method I learned from the natives of America.

"The first thing to be done to the rice is, to reduce it into flour; this may be done by grinding it in a mill, or, if we have not a mill, it may be done in the following manner. Let a certain quantity of water be heated in a faucepan or caldron; when the water is near boiling, let the rice we mean to reduce into flour be thrown into it: the veffel is then to be taken off the fire, and the rice left to foak till the next morning. It will then be found at the bottom of the water, which is to be poured off, and the rice put to drain upon a table placed in an inclined pofition. When it is dry, it must be beat to powder, and paffed through the finest fieve that can be procured.

"When we have brought the rice into flour, we must take as much of it as may be thought neceflary, and put it into the kneading-trough in which bread is generally made. At the fame time we must heat fome water in a faucepan or other veffel, and, having thrown into it fome handfuls of rice, we must let them boil together for fome time: the quantity of rice must be fuch as to render the water very thick and glutinous. When this glutinous matter is a little cooled, it must be poured upon the rice-flour, and the whole must be well kneaded together, adding thereto a little falt, and a proper quantity of leaven. We are then to cover the dough with warm cloths, and to let it ftand that it may rife. During the fermentation, this pafte (which,

when kneaded, must have such a proportion of flour as to render it pretty firm), becomes fo foft and liquid, that it feems impoffible it fhould be formed into bread: it is now to be treated as follows.

When the dough is rifing, the oven must be heated; and, when it is of a proper degree of heat, we muft take a few-pan of tio, or copper tinned, to which is fixed a handle of fufficient length to reach to the end of the oven. A little water must be put into, this stewpan, which must then be filled with the fermented pafte, and covered with cabbage or any other farge leaves, or with a fleet of paper. When this is done, the few-pan is to be put into the oven, and pushed forward to the part where it is intended the bread fhall be baked; it muft then be quickly turned upfide down. The heat of the oven acts upon the pafte in fuch a way as to prevent its fpreading, and keeps it in the form the stew-pan has given it.

"In this manner pure rice-bread may be made; it comes out of the oven of a fine yellow colour, like paftry which has yolk of eggs over it. It is as agreeable to the taste as to the fight; and may be made use of, like wheat-bread, to put into broth, &c. I must however obferve, that it lofes its goodness very much as it becomes ftale.

"It may be here remarked, that the manner in which Indian corn is ufed in France, for making bread, can only produce (and does in fact produce) very bad dough, and of courfe very bad bread. To employ it advantageoufly, it fhould be treated like rice, and it may then be ufed, not only for making bread,' but alfo for paftry."

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ODE for the NEW YEAR.

By HENRY JAMES PYE, ESQ. POET LAUREAT.

I.

HERE is immortal Virtue's meed,

W Th' unfading wreath of true renown,

Beft recompence by Heav'n decreed
For all the cares that wait a crown;
If Industry, with anxious zeal,
Still watchful o'er the public weal;
If equal Justice' awful arm,
Temper'd by Mercy's feraph charm,
Are ineffectual to affuage

Remorseless Faction's harpy rage?

But the fell Dæmons, urg'd by Hell's behest,
Threaten, with frantic arm, the royal Patriot's breaft!

II.

Yet not, imperial George! at thee

Was the rude bolt of Malice sped,

E'en fiends that Crown with rev'rence fee

Where Virtue confecrates th' anointed head

No-at thy bofom's fondeft claim,

Thy Britain's peace their fhafts they aim.

Pale Envy, while o'er half the world

War's bloody banners are unfurl'd,

Beheld our coafts from ravage free,

Protected by the guardian fea,

Where Commerce spreads her golden ftores,

Where fleets waft triumph to our shores;

She faw; and, fick'ning at the fight,

Wifh'd the fair profpect of our hopes to blight:

Sought out the object of our dearest care,

Found where we most could feel, and try'd to wound us there.

III.

The broken fhaft that coward Malice rear'd
Shall to thy fame eternal luftre give,
Infcribe on Hit'ry's rage thy name rever'd,
And bid it there with endless blazon live.

For there our fon's remoteft race,

In deathlefs characters, fhall trace

How Britain's baffled foes proclaim'd their hate,
And deem'd her monarch's life the bulwark of the state.

IV.

Now ftrike a livelier chord-This happy day,
Selected from the circling year

To celebrate a name to Britain dear,
From Britain's fons demands a feftive lay.
Mild fov'reign of our monarch's foul,
Whofe eye's meek radiance can controul
The pow'rs of care, and grace a throne
With each calin joy to life domeftic known;
Propitious Heav'n has o'er thy head
Bloffoms of richer fragrance fhed
Than all th' affiduous Mufe can bring,
Cull'd from the honey'd ftores of Spring:
For fee, amid wild Winter's hours
A bud its filken folds difplay,
Sweeter than all the chalic'd flow'rs

That crown thine own ambrofal May.
O may thy fmiles, bleft infant, prove
Omens of concord, and of love!

Bid the loud ftrains of martial triumph cease,
And tune to fofter mood the warbling reed of Peace!

The INFLUENCE of POETICAL PERSONIFICATIONS and ALLEGORIES on IMITATIVE ART and MORAL HAPPINESS, and the Effect of that frigid SOPHISTRY which abounds in modern PHILOSOPHICAL and DIDACTIC POEMS.

[From the PROGRESS of CIVIL SOCIETY, a DIDACTIC POEM, by RICHARD PAYNE KNIGHT.]

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ENCE Greece her Mufes into being brought,
The daughters feign'd of Memory and Thought;

Infpiring goddeffes of genial fong,

To whom all arts that polifh life belong;
Who, led by heaven's eternal orb of light,
Each dormant fpark of mental fire excite;
And as their leader's beams, where'er they glow,
Bid the numb'd feeds of life and motion grow;
So wherefoe'er extends their foft control,
Bright Fancy's visions rouze the torpid foul;
Heaven breathes the fervid breath of life through all,
And unform'd matter quickens at its call.

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Did raging ftorms o'er Ocean's bofom fweep?
'Twas angry Neptune fmote the troubled deep;
Did clouds condens'd emit electric fire?
'Twas Jove's wide-wafting inftrument of ire:
Did crops luxuriant fertile fields adorn?
?Twas Ceres deck'd the vales with wavy corn;
Or Bacchus bade the high embowering vine,
Loaded with clusters, round the elm entwine:
But, if they perifh'd by untimely blight,
The Furies tainted the cold dews of night;
Or, if they fell beneath the wafte of wars,
'Twas the dire ravage of infatiate Mars.

Thus, as the mufe-infpired poet fang,
Each abstract caufe to form substantial sprang;
Affumed a local dwelling, and a name,
And rofe to Fancy in a human frame.

Hence mimic art prefum'd, with bold defign,
Nature's beft works to embellish and refine;
In earthly moulds the foul's conceptions drew;
And raifed immortal fhapes to mortal view;
The attributes of Heaven in man combined,
And ftamp'd his image with his Maker's mind.
The front majestic of imperial Jove,
Proclaim'd the ruler of the realms above:
Wifdom's mild light, in modeft force array'd,
Beam'd in the image of his martial maid;
While keen fagacity and quickness fhone
In every feature of fair Maia's fon;
Stout Hercules' vaft limbs and fpacious cheft,
Pure abstract strength perfonified exprefs'd:
Light Pleafure's fmiling grace and wanton mien,
Play'd in the form of Love's voluptuous queen;
While from her half-clofed eyes beam'd rays of fire,
And on her lips fprang fighs of young defire.

Alike each attribute divine was shown, In ftated forms and features of its own; Prefiding Genii watch'd o'er every hill, And Naiads rofe in every limpid rill: Where'er the lonely wanderer chanc'd to rove, He found the immortal progeny of Jove: Diffufed alike through ocean, earth, and air, Unnumber'd fpirits heard his evening prayer; And ftill, as flumber clofed his weary eyes, Bade dreams of comfort in his fancy rife;' Whilft hovering round celeftial forms appear'd Raifed drooping Hope, and finking forrow cheer'd. Hail, happy errors of delufive Thought! Unreal vifions, with true bleffings fraught; Once more from heaven defcend, to mortals kind, And caft your magic fpells around the mind;

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