Manchester.
Poem upon the Grave.—A. D. would be obliged by being informed where to find a poem upon The Grave. Two voices speak in it, and, it commences—
"How peaceful the grave; its quiet how deep!
Its zephyrs breathe calmly, and soft is its sleep,
And flowerets perfume it with ether."
The second voice replies—
"How lonesome the grave; how deserted and drear," &c. &c.
Clocks: when self-striking Clocks first invented.—In Bolingbroke's Letters on the Study of History
(Letter IV.), I read the following passage in relation to a certain person:
"His reason had not the merit of common mechanism. When you press a watch or pull a clock, they answer your question with precision; for they repeat exactly the hour of the day, and tell you neither more nor less than you desire to know."