head of Sir Isaac Newton on one side, and
"Felix cognoscere causas," on the other.
This medal would be invaluable to the cabinet
of a Grantham collector, now that Sir
Isaac's native town has got up a statue in
his honour. Lord Cavendish rides from Hyde
Park Corner to the Lodge in Windsor Forest
in an hour and six minutes,—a wager
between him and Sir Robert Fagg, upwards
of five thousand pounds betted. Several
debtors released from the Counter, the late
Lord Chief Baron Pengelly having bequeathed
five hundred pounds for the purpose. A duel
in Saint James's Park, between the Right
Honourable the Lord Hervey, and the Right
Honourable William Pulteney, Esquire. The
new church at Bloomsbury consecrated by
the name of Saint George's Bloomsbury, also
the burying-ground in the fields adjoining;—
these incidents, with a few crimes, a few
accidents, and the appointment of public
officers, &c., make the sum of the domestic
intelligence.

After three stories of witchcraft, some
extraordinary accidents and casualties are
next related; for instance:

Bordeaux, January 24, N.S.—Forty monks dy'd
here in one night. A dead viper was found in a cask
of wine they had regaled themselves with, supposed to
have come in at the bung-hole.

A ghost story, related by a gentleman of
unexceptionable honour and veracity, occupies
two columns. One William Sutor, a Scotch
farmer, had been visited at the same hour
and place for three or four years, by an
apparition, like a dark grey-coloured dog, uttering
an uncommon shrieking and noise. On one
occasion he distinctly heard the words "Within
eight or ten days do or die." On another,
the apparition made an appointment with
him. "Come to the spot of ground within
half-an-hour." William Sutor duly kept the
appointment.

When his troublesome familiar came up to him, he
asked it, In the name of God, who are you? It
answered, I am David Sutor, George Sutor's brother.
I kill'd a man more than thirty-five years ago, at a
bush by East the Rodd, as you go into the Isle. He
said to it, David Sutor was a man, and you appear as a
dog. It answered, I killed him with a dog, and am
made to speak out of the mouth of a dog; and I tell
you to go bury these bones.

Sutor with witnesses went to the Isle, and
opened the ground in several places, but
found no bones.

On the second of December, about midnight, when
William was in bed, it came to his door, and said:
Come away, you will find the bones at the side of the
withered bush, and there are but eight left; and told
him, at the same time, for a sign, that he would find
the print of a cross impressed on the ground. Next
day, William and his brother, with forty or fifty
people, who had convened out of curiosity, came to
the place, where they discovered the bush, and the
cross by it; and upon digging the ground, about a
foot down found the eight bones, all which they
immediately wrapt in clean linnen, and being put in a
coffin with a mort-cloth over it, were interred that
evening in the churchyard of Blair, attended by about
one hundred persons.

The obituary, for which the Gentleman's
Magazine has preserved a high and deserved
reputation is, in the first number, a mere list
of deaths of eminent persons; only remarkable
for a brief observation here and there:

January first, William Willoughby, of West
Knoyle, in Wiltshire, Esq., and seven hundred pounds
per annum fell to his brother, Richard Willoughby, of
Southampton Buildings, Esq.

On the eighth,

Mr. William Taverner, Proctor, at his house in
Doctors' Commons. He was the son of Mr. Jer.
Taverner, Face-painter, remarkably honest in his
business, and author of the following plays, viz.:
The Faithful Bride of Canada; The Maid and the
Mistress; The Female Advocates, or the Fanatick
Stock-jobbers; The Artful Husband and the Artful
Wife.

From this notice we are not quite clear
whether the proctor, or the face-painter may
claim the merit of being remarkably honest
in his business.

The announcements of marriages read very
much as if the happy events occurred yesterday;
but, in the list of promotions, we read
of one which we think would scarcely happen
now: "Mrs. Leben, dresser to the two
young princesses, appointed their governess."

The prices of goods, which follow exchanges,
stocks, et cetera, show that, in seventeen
hundred and thirty-one, wheat was only
twenty-six shillings per quarter (Sylvanus
records it at forty-five shillings per quarter
for last month), while tea ranged from ten
to thirty-five shillings per pound. From the
"Foreign advices in January, seventeen
hundred and thirty-one," coming next, we
learn that there had been no settled government
in Turkey—

Since the great revolution made here (Constantinople)
by the Janizaries in cutting to pieces the late
Vizier Capigi Aga, and deposing Sultan Achmet, and
raising the new Sultan; but the Grand Seignor, under
pretence of holding a grand council, got the chief of
them into his palace, cut them all off with their
servants, and about seven thousand of their followers.
Now everything is reduced to the Old Ottoman
rules of government.

All the news from Russia is, that one of the
princes of Georgia, "who lives near Mount
Ararat, being greatly pleased by his reception
at the Russian court, promised, on his
return home, to send the Emperor a relique
of Noah's Ark."

Two columns on gardening, and a list of
seventeen bankrupts, bring us to the Register
of Books, which closes the number. There
was a demand for cheap literature in those
days. One shilling, sixpence, and even
fourpence, are the prices not only for such
light literature as A Poem in answer to
a Lampoon on the Cambridge Ladies, or