From such a state of poverty and wretchednefs, Good God, deliver every worthy character. The old man is ninety years of age, and the good old woman eighty. The old man's intellects are much impaired; he for a moment knew me, and then his recollection forfook him. The old woman retained her fenfes and knowledge during the whole of the time we were with them. On inquiry I found, that what little property they had poffeffed had been all expended for fome years. "How many once in Fortune's lap high fed, "To fhock us more-folicit it in vain!" Dr. YOUNG. Amidst this dreary fcene, it was fome alleviation to learn that their pious fon had given them weekly as much as he could afford from his own little family, and I have added enough to render them as comfortable as their great age can poffibly admit of. But for your fake and my own, I will drop this gloomy expe gloomy fubject; which to me proved one of the most affecting fcenes that ever I rienced in the whole courfe of my life. During our continuance at Wellington, I one morning rode over to Black Down, on purpose to infpect an immenfe heap of ftones on the top of the hill, ftrait before the town, which I remembered to have feen when a boy. The distance from Wellington is about two miles. Thofe ftones cover about an acre of ground, and rife to a great height. The country people informed me with great gravity, that the Devil brought them there in one night in his leathern apron." But the name of it, as well as the form, prove what it was. It is called Symmon's Borough or Barrow; which, you know, fignifies a burial-place. I fhould not have taken any notice of it here, had I ever feen any Barrow of ftones befides this, and five other smaller Barrows, about half a mile from the large one. The country people informed me that the devil brought the five heaps E e 3 H heaps in his glove. I alfo obferved the re- I remain, Dear Friend, Yours LETTER LETTER XLVI. "Ye who amid this feverish world would wear "A body free of pain, of cares the mind, "Fly the rank city: fhun its turbid air ; "Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke "That from a thoufand lungs reeks back to thine, "The fpoil of dunghills, and the putrid thaw "It is not air, but floats a naufeous mafs DEAR FRIEND, ARMSTRONG'S Art of Health. BEING Lyme, Sep. 4, 1791. now at one of thofe places ufually called watering-places, that is, a place where invalids refort in great numbers for the real or pretended purpose of ; drinking the waters for which each particular fituation is in repute, and bathing in them with a view to the restoration of their health I shall trouble you with a few observations which have occurred to me on the subject. I cannot entertain a doubt but that many by this practice have been highly benefited; but at the fame time I must observe that fuch relief is only to be reasonably expected where the parties poffefs a fufficient share of prudence to conform to thofe rules which are laid down to them by thofe who are beft acquainted with the nature of the feveral complaints, the ftrength, or weakness of their conftitutions, and the different virtues those feveral waters poffefs, fo as properly to adapt them to each particular cafe, by drinking the waters at proper ftated periods, as well as proper dofes; befides conforming to fuch a regimen as shall co-operate with them iu producing the defired effect. But where invalids neglect all, or indeed any of those rules, is it not rather an abfurdity to expect relief?—I will endeavour to explain myself: Thofe in |