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From the Norwich Packet, of June 20, 1793.

MONDAY the 27th inst. being very warm, there appeared in the N. W. several small clouds, which indicated what the earth greatly stood in need of, viz. showers of rain, which afterwardscollected and directed their course to the northward of this place, till about three o'clock when a cloud clothed in sable black gathered in the west, arose and passed in a direct line over this city ; wafted with uncommon violence by the wind fluctuating in various directions, presented to the human mind a spectacle alarming to behold; it was highly charged with the electric fluid, and almost incessantly burst in streams of crimson fire, which streaked the heavens with astonishing lustre ; several of which, from the near connection between the blaze and report must have reached the earth not fur distant, though we do not learn of any consequential damages sustained. It continued to disburden itself of its contents with unremitted ardour and violence until the shades of evening had spread around us the curtains of the night, when it gradually disappeared ; and the horizon shone again clear and bright. Gay Luna who in majestic sway was 'now travelling the downward skies shone with unusual splendor, and the star bespangled canopy of Heaven furnished a scene at once beautiful to the eye of the beholder. The feathered tribe who during the storm were hushed in silence now erected their plumy wings, asone, attuned to the God of nature their feeble songs of praise, and the neighboring groves amidst creation's smiles harmonized music echoed through the skies! the earth has received a goodly supply of rain, and the works of nature, undisturbed, laugh and rejoice; let audible gratitude awake the voice of man on this occasion for one of the choisest of heaven's blessings.

We hear that three cows were killed at Bolton last Monday evening, by the lightning.

HARTFORD, JULY 8th, 1793.

56 Our song resounds a thunder storm once more
« But Norwich' far transcends Bostonia's roar.

On Monday last, the sun with scorching ray,
Pour'd down on Norwich rocks a red-hot day,
Along the streets no verdant weeds appear'd,
No blades of grass the geese and goslings cheer'd,
No brook, nor pond, mud-puddle, slough, nor pool,
Where ducks might paddle, and where pigs might

But all was so completely burnt and bare,
That had old Babel's king been pastured there,
On such short feed (I do not mean to joke)
He never would have staid without a poke.
At length, slow rising up north-western skies,
Some little clouds about Elijah's size,*
Told us in hints and indications plain,
That they were sensible we wanted rain.
At first the teazing showers our patience tried,
By sailing northerly at distance wide,
* I. Kings, Chap 18th.

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"Till three o'clock-when lo! a wondrous cloud,
Full dress'd in sable black like funeral shroud,
Rose in the west, and climb'd its awful way,
In proud defiance of the god of day,
Who soon perceived his rays were vainly shed,
And therefore rashly stripp'd, and went to bed.
But not much used to blankets in the heat
Of June, his godship soon began to sweat,
And snore, and puff, and piteously complain,
Which we mistook for thunder, wind and rain.
This reverend cloud came on with dreadful rumpus,
Wafted by winds which blew all round the compass,
And to the mind (the medium of sight)
A scene presented pregnant with affright.
For overcharg'd with true electric shot,
(Which all who've felt well know are rather hot)
As musket loaded deep on training day,
When Captain Flip commands to “bouze away,
From breech to muzzle splits in splinters dire-
The cloud incessant burst in streams of fire;
While o'er the inky vault the lustre spread,
And streak'd the concave with surprising red.
Some of these streaks were follow'd by a roar,
Which came so near the streak that went before,
That if the first the earth did ever find,
The latter surely was not far behind.
And though we have not heard which way they went,
What place they stopp'd at, where their fury spent,.
When e'er they're found, like birds of equal feather,
I'll lay my ears you'll find them both together.

The ardent cloud continued to unlade,
Like sea-sick man in violent cascade,
'Till Evening's shades afraid to see the light,
Took care to spread the curtains of the night,
But all in vain-old Sol his sweating o'er,
Kick'd off the clothes, and stilld his tuneful snore,
Just raised his head and oped his drowsy eyes,
And gave one flash of lightning through the skies,
When lo! the stars who thought the night begun,
In wild amazement started back and run;
While nodding Phæbus, trimm'd in slumbering cap,
Yawn'd out a smile and took his evening nap.
But Luna somewhat wiser than the rest,
Stepp'd softly out, in pink and silver dress'd,
And trode with cautious step the western way,
To see if all were safe where Phæbus lay:
For well she knew if Sol again should rise,
And catch her idly flaunting round the skies,
He'd make her strip to gratify his ire,
And dress herself in every day's attire.
But when she found he certainly reposed,
His lamp in truth burnt out, his eye-lids closed,
Round heaven's high arch her car celestial roll'd,
O'er starry pavements gem'd with living gold,
From orb to orb her fiery coursers flew,
And new-born splendours cloth'd th’etherial blue,
The feather'd tribe o’erjoy'd to lose the storm,
Now ventured forth in many a cackling swarm.
Aud fill'd with noise upraised the plumy wing,
And stretch'd on tiptoe oped their throats to sing,

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