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pressions, of whatever nature, are, at this time, | vine even to bleeding, and suffers the bramble the-feaver, and the steward found out some easily made, and often permanently retained. to grow its own way."

stranger who offered money down on the nail We have already alluded to the distortions to " That's true--thank ye, Sir, for that sweet for the land, for we had it in prime order. which want of care subjects the body. False word of comfort,” she replied smiling faintly; Every one cried shame on the landlord, but perceptions, by which the brightness of chari. “it's happy to think of God's care-the only sure there's no justice for the poor! 'twas a iable feeling in after life is sullied and darkly care that's over the poor-though it seems un. sorrowful parting-for some how a body gets clouded, often have their origin from early ne grateful to say that to those who are so extra fond of the bits of trees even that grow under glect or false tenderness. How many melan. ordinary kind to me. Well; we had a clane their own eye-and I was near my laying-incholy examples of excessive fear of supernatu cabin-a milk white cow-a iritle of poultry, and the troubles came at once-and all wo ral agencies, superstitious and absurd beliefs, two or three pigs,-indeed every comfort in could get to shelter us was a damp hole of a envy, prejudice, vindictive passion, overbear life according to our station, and thankful we place. My husband got plinty of work, and ing demeanour, and offensive pride, are strictly were for it. Why not! time passed as happy though it wasn't in nalur not lo lament byreferrible to the indolent yieldingness of a as heart could wish, and one babe came, and gone comforts, yet sure the love was, to the mother, and the gossip of an idle and ignorant another, but the eldest now was the third then, good, firm-aye, firmer than ever, and no

The first painful feeling created in the for it pleased God to take the two first in the blight was on our name, nor isn't lo this day; breast of Byron, while yet a child, was by the feaver; and bad, sure enough, was the trouble, thank God for it, for nobody breathing can angry taunts of his mother at his deformed for my husband took it, and there he lay, off say, Thomas, or Mary Clavery, ye owe me the foot; and to this he referred his estranged filial and on, for as good as four months; and then value of a'thraneen.' affections in after life. Alfieri, the celebrated the rint got behind hand, and we were forced • The change of air, and the fretting, and Italian dramatic poet, attributed his deep-root to sell the cow: one would think the baste had one thing or other, made me very weakly, and ed aversion from every thing French, to his knowledge, for when she was going off to the we lost the fellow twin to this one; it was hapoccasionally seeing, in early childhood, an old fair and by the same token it was my brother. py for the darlint—but oh! it was heart-scald. marchioness of that nation, with rouged face, in-law's sister's son that drove her), she turned ing to see it peeking and peeking, wasting and tasteless finery, and affected manners, among back and mowed-ay, as natural as a child that wasting, and to want the drop of wine, or the his mother's visiters.

was quitting the mother. Well; we never morsel of mate, that might keep it to be a could rise the price of a cow agin, and that was blessing to its parents' grey hairs; it was then

a sore loss to us, for God sent two young ones just after my child's death, that to drive the MARY CLAVERY'S STORY.

the next time, and betwixt the both I could sorrow from his heart, Thomas took a little to never get a minute to do the bit o' spinning or the drop, and yet he was'nt like other men,

knitting that the landlord's wife expected as a that grow cross and fractious; he was always The language of the Irish peasantry is invao yearly compliment. (She was not born a lady, gentle to me and the young ones, but in the riably strong and metaphorical; and when they and they're the worst to the poor. Musheroom end it ruined us, as it does all who have any would describe their distress, or paint their gentry! that spring up, and buy land, hand call to it—for he was as fine a young man, happiness, it becomes highly poetical. I will over head, fron the rale sort, that are left, in though I say it, as ye could see in a day's walk illustrate this remark by the story of Mary the long run, without cross or coin to bless -standing six feet two in his stocking vamps, Clavery, in her own words, as she told it to themselves with—all owing to their generosi. and admired for his beauty; and we went to some very dear friends of mine, who resided at ty.) Well; to make up for that, I was forced the next town to sell my liitle spinning, ibat I Bannow Parsonage, and who united, in a sin. to give some of my best hens, as duty fowl to had done to keep the dacent stitch on the chil. gularly happy manner, the kindly feelings and the lady, on account that she praised their der; and, as was fated I suppose, who should active exertions that make a clergyman's fami- handsome toppings. That wasn't all;—the be there, but the devil in the shape of a rely " the blessing of the poor.”

pigs got the measles, and we might have sould cruiting sargent—and when the drink's in, One tranquil evening in autumn, a pale, de- | them to advantage ; but my husband says, says the wit's out--and he listed listed-And the licate young woman rested her hand on the he— Mary, we have had disease and death in parting.-oh! but I thought the life would gate that opened to the green sloping lawn our own house, and don't let us be the manes lave me—sure I followed him to the place of that fronted the Parsonage-house, uncertain of selling unwholesome mate upon no account; embarkment, and there they druv me from him whether or not she dared raise the latch, as because it brings ill health, and we to answer and I stood on the sea shore--and saw him she gazed wistfully on the group of children for it, when nothin' will be to the fore, but the on the deck of that black ship, his arms crossed who were playing on the green. . Although in honest deeds and the rogueish ones, straight over his breast like one melancholy mad; and it the veriest garb of misery, she had nothing of against each other, and no one to judge them was long before I believed he was really gone the common beggar in her appearance; and but the Almighty-the one who who knows --gone-gone; and that there was no voice to the two little ones that clung to her tattered the rights of all;—that was true for him. cheer mc-for these did nothing but cry for cloak were better covered than their mother. Well; we might have got up again, for my food. It was wicked, but I wished to die, for She carried on her back a young sickly-looking poor Thomas worked like any negre to the my heart felt breaking—the little left me was infant, and its weak cries arrested the attention full; but just after we had sowed our little soon gone-1 was ainong strangers-I could of the good pastor's youngest daughter, who field of wheat, it was almost at the corner of not bear to go to my own people or place, bebade her enter, in that kindly tone which the landlord's park, and we depended on it for cause I was more like a shame, and my spirit speaks of hope and comfort to the breaking next gale day,) nothing would sarve the land was too high to be looked down on. I have heart. How much is in a kindly voice! When lord but he must take it out of our hands, wido travelled from parish to parish, doing a bit of the woman had partaken of food and rest, and out any notice, to plant trees upon. I went to work of any kind when I could get it, and remained a few days at the parsonage, she told my lady, and to soften her like, took what was trusting to good Christians to give someher tale.

left of my poor fowl--the cock and all—as a thing to the desolate children, when all else “May God reward ye-for ye have fed the present; she accepted them very genteelly, to failed.” hungry, and ye have clothed tho naked, and ye be sure, and promised we should have another “ You have never heard from your hushave spoken of hope to her who thought of it field, and compensation money. Well, we band ?" no more; and ye have looked like heaven's waited, but no sign of it; at last my huband “ Oh! Sir, he sends his letters to Waterown angels to one who had forgot the sight of made bould to go to the landlord himself, and ford to the care of one I know; but I cannot smiles. May God's fresh blessing be about ye tould him all that had passed between the lady often hear, the distance is so great." may ye never want !-but a poor woman's and me. Don't bother me, man,' was the an “ Did he not forward you money?". prayer is nothing; only I am confident the Al. swer he made; compensation indeed! what “ Three pounds; but we owed thirty shilmighty will grant ye a long life, and a happy compensation am I to have for being out of my lings of it, betwixt rent for the last hole wc death, for your kindness to one who was lone rent so long-the time ye were sick, and ye lived in and two or three other matters. I was and desolate, in a could world. It little matters without a lase? And I am certain my wife overjoyed to be able to send the money, for the where one like me was born, only I came of never promised any thing of the sort to the debts laid heavy on my heart; and to be sure dacent, honest people, and it could not be said, woman.' • I ask ye'r pardon, Sir,' replied the children wanted many a little thing, and that any one belonging to me or mine, ever Thomas, civil of course; but she did, for my

the remainder soon went.' wronged man or mortal; the boys were brave Mary tould me.'

The “good pastor and his fire-side" were and just-the girls well looking and virtuous : " She tould ye a lye, then,' said the land deeply intorested in Mary Clavery's simple soven of us under one roof, but there was full lord-and my husband fired up. Sir,' said he, tale; and on farther inquiry its truth was fully and plinty of every thing—more especially if ye were my equal you dar'n't say the likes established, and it was also found that her huslove, which sweetens all. Well, I married'; o' that of my Mary--for though she's not of band was in the regiment then at Jamaica, and 'I may say, a more sober, industrious boy, gentle blood, she's no liar!" Then the land commanded by the clergyman's brother, a never broke the world's bread nor my Thomas lord called my husband an impudent blaguard, gallant and distinguished officer. The story —my Thomas! I ask your pardon, ladies; and Thomas made answer, that he, being a circulated very quickly in a neighbourhood but my heart swells when I think that may be gentleman, night call him what he pleased ; where every little circumstance is an event, he's gone to the God who gave him to me first but that none should say that of his wife that and, to the credit of the united good feeling of for a blessing, then for a heart thrial.”

she did not desarve; however, the upshot of my favourito Bannow, be it known, that on The pour woman wept, and the father of the the thing was, that we got warning to quit all the very same Sabbath morning, in the Protesfamily she was addressing, adopting the figura- of a suddent; but there was no help for it, as tant church and Catholic chapel, a collection tive language which the Irish so well under the neighbours said, true for them that 'Tho. was made for the benefit of the distressed fastand, obsorved—“The gardener prunos the mas was by no moans as strong a man as before | mily, and another week saw Mary and her chil

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BY MISS JEWSBURY.

CHOLY

dren in quiet possession of a small two-roomed , mind bore lovely blossoms, but there followed in the end, like the scorpion surrounded by cabin; the parish minister and parish priest con no time of fruitage. Insufficient for himself, flames, it stung itself and died. Talent, leiversing at the door, as to the best method of pro he was desolate on the rock, terrified in the sure, and money (when under the guidance curing the industrious woman continued em. storm, sad even amongst the sunbeans; he of principle, three great ingredients in happiployment; and Hetta, Marianne, and Ellen (the had the eagle's spirit, but he wanted the eagle's ness), became curses to Graves Hamilton; for, clergyman's daughters), busily engaged in ar wing. Vivian Stanhope's is not an overdrawn with impulses towards virtue, he despised the ranging new noggins and plates, and all man or an unfrequent character, but one that the obligations of duty: His affections were a mine; ner of cottage furniture to their own sweet present state of society has a natural tendency precious things gleamed amidst its darkness, taste; then farmer Corish gave Mrs. Clavery to produce, one that we should more frequent but wo to the being who trod its depths incaua sack of potatoes-- Master Ben engaged to ly discover, were it less difficult to strip the tiously-sooner or later the fire-damp met him; * teach" the children for nothing-Mrs. Cassi- disguise that self-love wraps round every heart and, if his love was "strong as death,” his dy sent, as her offering, a fine lat litile pig-aching from the same cause.

“ jealousy was cruel as the grave.” He spoke Mrs. Corish presented a motherly, well-edu "Self-torturing, vain enthusiast, what would one day, in the bitterness of his soul, worse of cated goose, capable of bringing up a numerous you have? what would you be ?" said a friend the few friends whom his med moods had not family respectably. Good Mr. Billy, as consi one day to this most interesting being.

estranged from him. derate and worthy an old bachelor as ever "I would have distinction, I would do great I know,"

,” said he,“ that I am wearing out, lived (how angry I am with good men for be things."

and that I am wearing out fast, but it is not coming old bachelors), sent her a setting hen

" Then attempt great things."

time that is effecting the decay. If man had and seven eggs;-in short, the little cottage " And effect only little ones."

no mind he might last as long as a tree or a and garden were stocked so quickly, and yet so “ Then be satisfied with the estimation you stone-no, it is the conflict of opposing paswell, and the poor woman was so grateful that I already possess, and believe it to be what it is sions, the weight of self-reproach, the sight of she could hardly believe the reality of what -considerable."

injured friends, the past-alive only with achad occurred. Her kind friends at the Par. “And worth nothing because it is not more." cusations, the future-a desert that sends back sonage, however, saw that something more Vivian, be honest-do you deserve more? no echo when I call—it is that future beyond was wanting to make their protegé perfectly Has the world been unjust io you?”

its horizon—it is those things that wear me happy. What that was need l tell? my lady “No, no, no, my friend, and here lies the out, that dig my grave before I enter it.”. readers have surely guessed it already, and secret cause of my melancholy-this is the “ But this need not be; shake off the chains even the gentlemen have found it out. The immedicable Marah."

of evil habits-arouse those sleeping energies.” clergy man, without acquainting Mrs. Clavery, “ Not so, Vivian; humility would render the “ They are dead, and can the dead awake?" had written to his brother, mentioning all the waters no longer bitter. Dismiss all extrava " Hamilton, it is your scepticism that departiculars, and begging Thomas's discharge; gant desires of self-aggrandizement, and then ceives you; I grant all you say; you have the last post had brought hin a letter, saying you would not sigh to see others preferred be wasted ihirty years of life-squandered endowthat his request was granted. fore you."

ments that inight have sufficed to make you Need I pursue my story farther?

" And do I now? Oh you do not know me, great, wise, happy-but you may yet redeem not my heart I mean; I tell you the verdict of the past by the use of the present; oh, my

iny own consciousness goes along with the ver friend, hear that voice which even now says ILLUSTRATIONS OF MELANCHOLY. dict of the world I feel it- see it-know it Come forth, and all this burden shall fall

writhe under it—ambition and inferior power from you like the grave clothes from Lazarus." There is no misfortune that the world re. jar together in my soul and life is poisoned “ Wise! great! happy! Solomon was wise, gards with so little sympathy, nay, is so much by the alternation of hope and fear, desire and Solomon was great, was Solomon happy?" disposed to regard as the consequence of crime, dread. Every fresh mole hill I climb only re “Yes, in measure and in degree, happy as. and the associate of an infirm mind, as MELAN. veals to me fresh wilds immeasurably spread;' an Archangel, whilst be adored the Infinite !

Sorrow resulting from any outward every competition I pass only brings me near. whilst be sought the Schechinah!" and tangible cause, such as sickness, poverty, er those I shall never pass—praise itself is “ It will not, may not be,”_responded Haloss of friends, or loss of fame, is a totally dif- bitter, for ten thousand deserve as much-af- milton, with a heavy sigh. “Tell these things ferent thing. This it can comprehend, and fection itself is bitter, for I am jealous lost that to the young; for me, it is too late; I have even tolerale But melancholy-habitual de should be discovered of me that I know of my blighted my own spirit; my melancholy is the pression of spirits without apparent reasonsma self; slecp, dreams, food—all is bitter. Those consequence of my own sin; my vision is discurrent of mournful houghts the most who applaud me, do they mean it? Those who tempered; I cannot see things in their right. mirthful occasions-a cast of mind in its very are silent-ah, what is not implied by their si- | bue and aspect; my soul is endowed with seessence and construction prone to sad thoughts, lence.”

cond sight; I sce every thing in its change if not gloomy ones-how should the world “ Vivian, Vivian, beware! Better is half a and reverse; the bride in her weeds of widow. know any thing about the matter, or, if it did, talent, exercised with modesty and thankful. hood; the launched ship in its hour of storm; do other than laugh at it ?--Alas! alas! If ge. ness, than the finest mind thus perverted by the happy innocent boy as the reckless brokennius were but always wedded to good sense, personal ambition, and corroded by unquiet, if hearted man! The worm and the windingand good sense could but always appreciate not evil passions."

sheet are every where! To me the world is a the sensibility of genius-if the mutual for. Vivian heard, but heeded not, and went on Golgotha, a valley of judgment, a highway bearance that would naturally ensue would his way, a self-tormentor to the end. But me for the pale horse and its ghastly rider, and produce more happiness than can be any thing lancholy, though generally peculiar to one my paradise is sleep!". Words were a sin; but dreamed of-there would be very little kind of character, varies materially in its as truth and reason theinselves vain; Graves Hamere melancholy left; refinement and cheer pect, according to the circumstances that have milton pursued his worldly pilgrimage “ feedfulness would absolutely shake hands, and that occasioned its development, or the force of ing ashos," because " a deceived heart had combination of nerves and sympathies, popu- mind associated with imagination and sensibi turned him aside.” larly termed the poetical temperament, would lity. The melancholy of Graves Hamilton One other illustration and I have done. cease to be Guatimozin's bed of roses !

appeared a totally different quality from that There has been tangible affliction in the case The world is perfectly right in declaring of Vivian Stanhope. He had more pride, less of Katherine Grey; but, even before she sufthat intellect ought not to make its possessor vanity, and was less sensitive to opinion; his fered, hers was a pensive spirit, one for sorrow useless and melancholy; and it is certain that, passions were fiercer, his mind more subtle to take deep root and flourish in. The rose unless connected with evil principles, or sin and reflective, the whole character of a strong. has faded from her cheek, grey hairs are gularly unhappy circumstances, intellect of er sterner cast. He was consequently less strewn amongst the brown; the jocund laugh the highest order does neither the one nor the amiable, and his melancholy was a " moody is changed into a tender smile, and the boundother. Inutility or morbid feeling are oftenest madness" rather than a deep sadness. It was ing step into a matron's steady pace. Her fonnd in the lower grades of mind; for in in- bitter, wild, blighting, poisonous—a moral tastes are contemplative; her views of life tellect, as in politics, there is a tiers état. Ge- | Upas tree, lhat killed every thing within its wear a sad-coloured livery; and there is a panius has its buds as well as its full blown flow. shadow. It was a sceptical melancholy, and, tient tranquil indifference to schemes that ers, and it is on these bude that the canker not satisfied with personal complaint, took dark have reference beyond the passing day, which worm oftenest seizes. It is only by reason of views of human life in general. Its creed was tells that the power of hoping is departed, and, superior strength that the eagle defies the comprised in one phrase—“ man was made to with that, the desire of keen enjoyment. And fowler; other birds have wings, and songs, mourn." And now for the cause. Graves yet her melancholy does not so much resem. and beauty, yet they perish in the snare. Hamilton had been a spoiled child, a fattered ble darkness, as daylight that hath died.". Shakspeare lived and was cheerful; Milton self-willed youth, a disappointed man. These The sable cloud has a silver lining. I spoke defied the "evil days and evil tongues;" Chat were radical faults in his bringing.up, and they to her one day on the subject, and received terton and Keats died broken-hearted. Vivian porpetuated themselves when he became his this answer.

i The shadow is of this world, Stanhope, the subject of my first sketch, was own master. His prominent characteristics the ray that brightens it is of the world to born with the poetical temperament, and only were Thought and Passion; but one unculti-come; without that, I should be a weeping just failed of being a poet; he had the heart vated, and the other unrestrained, they drag. Niobe, useless to others, most wretched to myof the nightingale, but he could not tune that ged him along like a chariot yoked to wild self. When I was young, having a romantic " heart to song." He had the enthusiasm, the horses. Energy, that might ve attained and reflectiv of mind, Ic vated melanversatility, the passion, every thing that be highest rank in the noblest professions, was choly, I was happy, and it diversified the sunlongs to genius, but its mastering power. His merely devoted to the pursuit of pleasure, till shine of my existence, as agreeably as the

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shadow of a tree the monotony of a lawn. Lives, not alone upon his native land,

THE EVENING HOUR. But, when strengthened by afflictions, melan. Or glowing India's wide extended strand; The sun is slumbering on the lea, choly fastened its fangs upon my heart, I Wherc'er on earth to sinful man 'tis given The birds have sought their rest; found that the Laocoon afforded a just and Thro' Christ' to seek the mercy seat of Hea- | And the pale moon-rays silently dreadful image of its power. So now I culti

Beam o'er the sea-foain's crest. vate cheerfulness, and consider bappiness a With pious prayers, his memory is wreathed, And scarce a sound breaks on the ear, virtue. I am yet too sombre hearted; the lake His virtues horiour'd, and his spirit breath'd ; So stilly seems the air, trembles even when the storm is past, but I am But sure, if spirits bless'd on earth may roam, Save when in whispers soft and clear not desolate."

His hovers fondly round his native home; Some aph's gentle voice we hear “But, my dear friend,” said I, “ you have Still warms the breasts of those his heart ap Say, 'tis the hour of prayer! no future."

proy'd,

The hour of prayer! Alas, how few "Pardon me," replied Katherine, a smile And Her's the most, whom most on earth he

When day to darkness bows, breaking the usual placidity of her counte lov'd;

Remember they, like midnight dew, nance, “it is the perpetual recognition of a fu Still live those deeds, which angels chaunt

That damps the leafless boughs, ture that keeps me as I am."

above,

Must soon forget that dark and light We sat together in a small trellised arbour, His deeds of goodness, charity, and love- Will be to them as one, closely wreathed around with roses and flow Of him we mourn then, (like Elijah) tell And that this world will be as night, ering shrubs, that waved gently in the sunny The saint ascended, but his mantle fell.--"

And they no longer feel delight, air, while a thrush close by poured forth a January 1st, 1830.

When beams the noon-day sun! loved and happy song. The breath of the

It is, indeed, the hour of prayer, flowers was sweet as the breeze wafted it from their bosoms: the strain of the bird was sweet

THE FROGS.

And grant, Alunighty God, as it rose and fell in rich gushes on our ear; [The following is an extract from Bowring's That while I breathe this nether air but sweeter still was the voice of my compa Poetry of the Magyars. We should like to see

I ne'er forget thy rod. nion as she looked up to Heaven and said the original, as we suspect an error in the first Tho' thou art merciful, may I six lines of the translation. It is not one, how. But for thy heavenly favour sigh,

Presume not on thy grace,
“ My future is there.”
ever, which would affect the sense.]

And both by word and action try
Varistics.

“ Brekeke,

To reach thy children's place
Brekeke, brekeke!

In heaven !- That I may find life there, Banian's Hospital for Animals at Serat.-In

Koax, too.00!

My days, my years are one long prayer! 1823, the inmates of the hospital, or Pinjra Brekeke, koax-brekeke, too-00! Pol," were principally buffalos and cows :

Brekeke, brekeke, brekeke, there were also sheep and goats, cocks and

Brekeke, brekeke, brekeke brekeke;

The Literary Port Folio has been hens; some of the latter had lost their fea

Koax, koax-100-00, too-00;

'transferred to Mr. Jesper Harding, to thers. There is no restriction upon the ad

Brekeke, too.00! mission of animals into this institution, either

Brekeke, brekeke!

whom all debts due for the work are to as to species, number, or the place from 'Tis the dawn of delight to the sons of the be paid, and to whom all communicawhence they come. The most singular ubject pondin this establishment is a sort of wooden house, From its green bed they look to the bright tions concerning it should be adabout twenty-five feel long, on the left hand in moon beyond.

dressed. entering, having a boarded floor elevated about

Brekeke, brekeke, eight feet from the ground, and this space

Koax, too.00;

The former publisher and editor serves as the depository for the grain which

Koax, koax-100.00, too.00! gives birth to and supports a host of vermin, so The Thunderer made us the favourites of parts with this little work with re- . dense that the contents of this receptacle heaven have no longer the appearance of grain, but 'Neath the green vaulted wave how we thrive gret; but he finds the claims of the that of a living mass, comprising all the vari.

and have thriven!

Museum, (the circulation of which is ous genera usually found in the abodes of squa All honour and praise to his wisdom be given. continually increasing) very heavy lid misery. The persons belonging to the hos

Brekeke, brekeke, brekeke; pital strongly deny the fact, so generally be

Konx, koax-too-oo, too-00!" upon his time and attention; and that lieved in Europe, if pious Hindoos devoting

work is so important a part of his buthemselves voluntarily to afford a night's en

THE PROPHET CHILD. tertainment to these delightful guests; and a

siness, that he intends to devote himmedical gentleman, who accompanied the author during his visit, declared his conviction Within the temple slept the child —

self in a great degree to it, in order that no human being could survive for one The after prop of Israel's fame

that it may continue to deserve the night under the close and unremitting atten.

When o'er his slumbers, calm and mild, tion which he would be sure to receive in such The summons of Jehovah came.

favour which has been so liberally bea resting place. Similar institutions, Lieut. The call was made-the child awoke,

stowed upon it. Burnes states, are to be met with in almost all With beating heart and bended knec the large towns on the western side of India; The future judge and prophet spoke

Mr. Harding has promised that the and at Aryar, in Cutch, he saw an establish “ Speak, for thy servani heareth thee."

Literary Port Folio shall continue to ment of rats, above 5,000 in number, kept in a

Oh! when we hear Jehovah's voice temple and regularly fed with flour procured

be conducted with the same

Breaking the sluinber of the soulby a tax upon the revenues of the city. So may we rise, and so rejoice

which has heretofore been given to it,

So bend our will to His control.
Miraculous Escape.-As R. W. Hughes,
His summons call us even now;

and as the gentleman who will attend Esq. of the civil service, was recently proceed

Oh! may our instant answer bo

to the editorial department is expeing to Goruckpore, he was induced, on his ar

“ Father, to thy decrees we bow : rival at Patna, to visit the Golali, an edifice constructed under Mr. Hastings' adıninistra

Speak, for thy servants list to thee."

rienced and skilful, it is hoped that tion, for the purpose of holding provisions.

the subscribers will find the interest Having reached the summit, an elevation of

HOPE.
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of the paper increased. E. L. about 150 feet, Mr. Hughes unfortunately lost

What is Ilope?-the beauteous sun, his balance, and was precipitated to the ground

May 28th, 1830. Which colours all it shines upon; with the greatest rapidity; but strange to say, The beacon of life's dreary sea, sustained no injury whatever, having alighted

THE LITERARY PORT FOLIO. The star of immortality! on his feet. Mr. H. immediately walked lo

It is intended that this journal shall contain such a

Fountain of feelings young and warm : variety of matter as may make it acceptable to ladies as his boat, and proceeded to his destination.

A daybeam bursting through the storm,

well as to gentlemen; to the young as well as to the old.

While we shall take care that nothing be admitted which A tone of melody whose birth

would render the work unfit for any of these classes, we On viewing a Monument erected to the Memory

Is, oh! too sweet-too pure for earth! shall endeavour to procure for it suflicient ability to enof Bishop Heber, of Calcutta, in St. John's

A blossom of that radiant tree

title it to the attention of all of them. To these ends wo Church, Canandaigua.

have secured an abundant supply of all foreign and doWhose fruit the angels only see!

mestic journals and new books-and we ask the assistWhy falls the tear in silent sorrow shed?-- A beauty and a charm whose power

ance of all who are qualified to instruct or amase the

public. Upon this assistance we depend in a great deWhy weep the great and good o'er Heber dead? Is seen-enjoyed-confessed-each hour!

gree for our hopes of success, for however the abundant Why bid the voice of Fame his merits raise, A portion of that world to come,

stores to which we have access, may enable us to supply Or ihe cold heartless marble speak his praise ? When earth and ocean meet the last o'er matter highly interesting to our readers, we think it of Poor is the praise such trifling tribute gives,

whclining dooin!

even more importance to give them something peculiarly And vain these offerings-for Heber lives

adapted to the present time and circumstances; some CHARLES SWAIN. I thing from home.

PY S. HALL.

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No. 22.

PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 3,

1830.

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.BY J. G. BRAINARD,

Published every Thursday by JESPER Harding, 36 Car-/haps longer, for Irish watches and certain people individual person, the accomplishments of Briareus ter’s Alley, and 14) Svuth Second Street. Price, $? 50 per lose half an hour in that time,) when a conversation and Argus. It is London diminished. No place

Agents who procure and forward payment for four sub arising between two gentlemen, who had just enter- like it to take the nonsense out of you.” The first scribers, shall receive the titth copy for one year; and so in ed, respecting the identity of the small foot that was person singular is, to all but itself, a very indifferent proportion for a larger number,

paiting the floor violently within the curtain, they propoun. Nebody cares there whether you “cock

tell to tossing over the gloves again, and selecting a vour thumb” or no. Fanny Wright is no lion in POETRY

pair hastily, the lady look the gentleman's arm and Broadway, and the frugal House-wite might eat her lett the shop.

“ hard gingerbread,” and swear that it was “nice” Miss

(I wish I dare tell you the pretty uncontradicted. STANZAS.

name those two black lines stands for-but it's a How different from Boston! Here, every body On the lake of young life is a fairy boat,

true story, and of course you know I can't; so till I knows every body and his business. You cannot stir Like the sweet new moon in a summer sky; see you where I can whisper it in your ear, we'll without feeling your importance. A very little Through a calm of brightness it seems to float, call her, if you please, Cecile.) Cecile, then, was stranger makes a “ very splendid tiger," and a peAnd in light and beauty its course to ply. a belle of two winter's standing. I hate description culiar tie in a cravat gives you a three months' imAs sudden as a cricket's spring

in a real story, and so I'll just say, that she was a mortality. Your birtli, religion, early history, finanIts feathery paddles dip the seas,

sort of Aurora-Raby-looking beauty, (don't look for ces, and probabilities of distinction transpire with As gaily as the hum-birds wing

the description, Miss, it's a naughty book, Don Juan,) your arrival. “Good society,” at the same time, Its sails arrest the scented breeze;

dark eyed, dark haired, and with the foot and hand doubts while it discusses you, and though you are And pennons bright and streamers gay of a Peri.' She was a glorious little creature, a real rhe eynosure of all eyes, you are suspected to be a Flutter above the diamond spray,

angel by candle-light, and by day-light something rogue will you are known, by better than nature's As the keel cuts its wimpling way.

between Honour O'Hara, Fenella and Di Vernon, authority, to be a gentleman. The shop-keepers A little boy—they call him Love

but twice as lovely as either. The men adored her are professedly honest, street smoking is disreputaWith dimpled cheek and sunny brow, and the women, (nothing hates like a woman) were ble, small feet and French slippers are not much And pinions like a nestling dove,

eating their hearis up about her. They abused her worn, and the Tremont is the finest hotel, and DudSiis laughing on the tairy prow.

tout-u-tout. They said she was not stylish, (that's ley the daintiest frizcur in the known world. For And one, as rosy bright as he,

the word, since genteel is exploded,) but, like other society, the belles are slightly blue, the suppers exBearing his torch of purest light,

angels, she was a sort of witchi, and knew the fashions quisite as a dream, and the beaux honest gentlemen With more of joy and less of glee,

a month before the milliners. They said she was traders, innocent of puns and neckclothiana, and Trims the gay bark, and shapes aright proud, but pride is bewitching in a woman whose lip good subjects for matrimony. Literary people die The course, as they distance to weather and lee is pretty, They said she was a flirt, and sarcastic, of the digito monstrari. Fanny Wright is held pro

The scud of the sky and the foam of the sea. and couldn't read without spelling, but on these fane, and lady editors beat themat Billingsgate. Two forms are their lading, two hearts are their care, points, tout le monde et su sæur has a different opin- Virtue here deprives no man of " cakes and ale." And precious the charge that they joy to convey;

ion. Nothing would do; she was a belle in spite of Whiskers are no letters of introduction. Good EngThe young and the happy, the brave and the fair, them--and that reminds me to go on with my story. lish is preferred to bad French, and the pale of UniHave sped on their journey, how blithely away! Cecile, I was saying, had been a belle for two tarianism is the limit of gentility. But as the moon, which shone but now winters—that is to say, within, that number of sea We have a great mind, since we are "i'the vein," A silver streak of heavenly light,

sons she had refused ihe three “fine men,” (there to show up Philadelphia, with its comical contradicWith added glory on her brow

are never more at a time,) and provoked, beyond en- tions-its rectangular streets, and its graceful woNow nobiy walks the queen of night

durance, the three hundred fine women, (of whom men-its excessively dressed dandies, and its decent And firmly moves, though clouds arise, there may be any quantity. She had worn what she Quakers—its strict religion, and its European luxuBy storm and tempest fiercely driven,

fancied, and the milliners had not resented it-said ry. We should like to sketch Baltimore, gay and Shrouding the blue and starry skies,

what she chose and visited where she pleased, and wicked, and Charleston, learned and aristocratic, and And darkening all the lights of heaven

cut all stupid people, authentic or not-and still the all the places and people in this salmagundi of a naThus sped the boat; each wale became

men swore (and the women admitted because they lion--bul—we were talking of Cecile. Of strong and more enduring frame, swore) that she was divine. Like another great con

She was, as I said before, tired of every thing about And sternly to the sweeping blast

queror, however, she soon exhausted her material, her. She got up in the morning, and could not think Stood out the tall and gallant mast.

and wept for new worlds. The same eternal beaux why she should be at the trouble of dressing. She

kept at the same eternal distance--the same eternal walked, dined, dressed again, dissipated, and went That boy has strength and courage high, And manhood lights with thought his eye;

vows from the same eternal whiskers—the same to bed, wondering, with the naive!e of a seraph, why

eternal day-light and candle-light, with their same such a stupid world should have been created. It And he, the pilot, sits demure

eternal waiks, suppers, and dances—it was too much was at this crisis of things that Mr. Hyperion St. In dignity, serene, secure,

for even angelic patience-Cecile was ennuyee a John, the very eidolon of a cravat, joined her, as Yes, all have left their brightness now,

mort! A brighter hope is on each brow;

usual, one morning, in Broadway. He was the best No fancied cbart, of fairy bays

And who wonders? Who, that has made a cam

specimen of his class, and, having borne the caprices And elfin isles, directs their ways

paign of fashion in the city of Gotham, wonders of my lady with more constant bienseance than his A heavenly guide sits kindly there,

at a feeling of toujours perdrix, at the very sound of fellows, stood rather the first in her graces. She its

nanie, forever after Broadway is well enough, took his arm very much as one leans upon a fence in Directing the course of the brave and the fair. In yon blessed place be their anchor cast,

but who loves to look at a panorama? The parties June, and lounged down toward the battery, listen

are brilliant-but who loves to make one of a belle's And holy the haven they find at last.

ing to his exquisitisms as one, in the same idle cordon, composed of every nation, and speaking month, listens to the running by of a stream. Mr.

every language under heaven! or, to maintain a SELECT TALES. monologue to a pale, exhausted, over-dressed crea- mood. He laid his forefinger against his dickey, to

Hyperion had never seen her in so unoffensive a ture, who would rather die than be at the trouble of THE ELOPEMENT. a sentence? Then the eternal oysters pickled and at her face, and Cecile, at that moment having drop

preserve ils integrity, while he should look round One sauntering, sunshiny summer's day, soon af- stewed, stewed and pickled, (the only variety seen ped her head to watch, for want of better amuseter the introduction of Berlin iron ornaments and at a party through the season,) with a salad concoct, ment, the gliding in and out of her own lovely feet, sleeves a la giyot, (I like to date by great epochs,) ed a la Goth, rolled into the rooms upon round it suddenly occurred to him that it was very like there stood at Fontaine's counter-No.-Broadway, tables, and rolled out again, before he who eats like what he had heard called "a symptom”-his currie (you know the shop, lady, I dare swear,) a gentle a Christian could select and transfix one of proper cle to a jarvey, the lady was in love with him! man in whiskers, (then a little ultra,) and a lady in proportions, and the pink champaign, sweet and with a silent blessing on Wheeler, (he had the French slippers, (then a rare article.) They were sick ish; and the short, ill-cravated, indigenous beaux, grace to remember who made him,) he rallied his tossing over together, with looks of profound atten- and the tall, discontented-looking exotics-stereo- Brains, (which, having rarely been rallied before, seription, which had been accumulating from every multiplications of an incubus, and the slavish simi- the stories he had read, the next to love was elopequarter of the store for the last half hour, without larity of every article of dress to its neighbour- ment, he coolly, as if it was a matter in course, begany approach, which the astonished shopman could Bennett fast asleep over his cremona, and cotillions ged to know whether she would prefer his bays or discover, to the satisfaction of the lady's taste, or dancing upon two feet square-who, we again ask, his grays on the first stage of the journey. The dithe gentleman's approval. An immense piece of in the name of the foul fiend, would not of such a version of this subject startled Cecile from her casdamaged burege, hanging in a festoon across the cor-routine tire and sicken?

the building. She looked up, and seeing the un wontner in which they stood, screened them from the Par be it from me, however, to indite an unquali- ed smile of satisfaction on the face of her admirer, notice of the passing customers; and when at last fied phillippic against the metropolis of our land. repeated his question twice over to herself before

they had rejected every glove in the shop, and the There is no place this side the water which gathers she quite comprehended him. Her first thought | impefturbable little fellow in a bandanna cravat stood so much of the rich and raremno place where the was " how absurd!”–her second, "how refresh

leaning with his two hands on the counter, and look- feet of the women are smaller, or the enterprise of ing!” Here was a novelty! The world had not ing silently on the three hours' work they had made the men more laudable—none where the pave is so quite come to an end. She could do something she him, they quietly turned their backs upon him, and brilliantly thronged, the simple more dexterously had never done before. Run away!-the thought drawing farther into their sheltered position, con- enlightened, and the plethora of the pocket more was heavenly. She thanked the gods as she turned tinued their discussion of colours, (or some other speedily relieved-none, in short, where there are on her beel, and retracing their steps up Broadway, equally interesting topic,) with increased earnestness. united 'such foci of people and things, or where one they stopped to arrange matters more conveniently They had been thus occupied twenty minutes, (per- may learn faster the necessity of combining, in his at Fontaine’s—where our story found them.

Cecile rose from the table at 6 o'clock that after That overhang the deep;

neighbouring hills were lighted up; and dark noon, leaving her papa dosing over his Moselle and Thou’lt shriek for aid! my feeble arın

groups of people were seen watching in horrisnuff-box, and ringing for ber maid, ordered a trunk Shall hurl thee from the brink,

ble anxiety the progress of the destruction; the and bandboxes into her dressing room. She then And when thou wak’st in wild dismay, turned the key, and laying her dresses all out upon Thy curse will be—to think!

walls and

heights of the upper city were crowdchairs, sofa and fauteuil, selected two or three of the

ed with faces, some pale with the agony of prettiest, (a plain white one among them,) and fold

despair, others scowling unavailing vengeance. ed them in the trunk. She threw in next two or From Milman': History of the Jews. The shouts of the Roman soldiery, as they ran three handsful of cameos, coral necklaces, and other

TEMPLE OF JERUSALEM.

to and fro, and the howlings of the insurgents Decklaces, and other ornaments-some indefinite

ITS DESTRUCTION BY FIRE, UNDER TITUS. who were perishing in the flames, mingled with articles of dress, a muslin night-cap, and a vinai

It was on the 10th of August, the day already the roaring of the conflagration and the thungrette to be used in the fainting scene-next, a pair of French slippers and a Bible and Tast, a lovely darkened in the Jewish calender by the de- dering sound of falling timbers. The echoes French apron of a new pattern, with which she in-truction of the former Temple by the King of of the mountains replied, or brought back the tended to astonish her lord at the first breakfast sub- Babylon; it was almost passed. Titus withdrew shrieks of the people on the heights; all the sequent to the ceremony. Having chosen her pret- again into Antonia, intending the next morning walls resounded with screams and wailings ; tiest hat, and laid it aside, every thing was complete, to make a general assault. The quiet summer men, who were expiring with famine, rallied time till the arrival of the note from Mr. St. John, evening came on; the setting sun shone for the their remaining strength to utter a.cry of anannouncing the hour when his bays would be at the last time on the snow-white walls and glisten- guish and desolation. door. ing pinnacles of the Temple roof. Titus had

The slaughter within was even more dreadI shall not attempt to describe the dream, because retired to rest; when suddenly a wild and terri- ful than the spectacle from without. Men and the lady did not attempt it herself in telling me the ble cry was heard, and a man came rushing in, women, old and young, insurgents and priests, story. It was, no doubt, like all city visions of ma

announcing that the Temple was on fire. Some and those who fought and those who intreated trimony, a long vista, closed in the blue distance by a four story brick house and iron railings, a servant of the besieged, notwithstanding the repulse in mercy, were hewn down in indiscriminate carin livery cleaning the door-plate, and a child in a the morning, had sallied out to attack the men nage. The numbers of the slain exceeded that pink frock and white pantalettes, playing in the ve- who were employed in extinguishing the fires of the slayers. The legionaries had to clamber randah. The arrival of the note, whatever it was, about the cloisters. The Romans not merely over heaps of dead, to carry on the work of put a stop to it very effcctually. It was written on drove them back, but entering the sacred space extermination. John, at the head of some of wafer?" The first sentence or two, being

sentiment

, with them, forced their way to the Temple. A his troops, cut his way through, first into the Cecile passed over till the second perusal. The es soldier, without orders, mounting on the shoul-outer court of the Temple; afterwards into the sential part of it was the naming of the hour, and ders of one of his comrades, threw a blazing upper city. Some of the priests upon the roof glancing her eye down, she read," I shall be at the brand into a gilded small door on the north side wrenched off the gilded spikes, with their door, in my kurrikle”-it was quite enough; To of the chambers, in the outer building or porch. sockets of lead, and used them as missiles run away with a man that couldn't spell!--oh, no! The flames sprung up at once. The Jews ut- against the Romans below. Afterwards they nour, rang for her maid, dressed and went to a party. tered one simultaneous shriek, and grasped fled to a part of the wall

, about 14 feet wide'; Six months after, she took matrimony, (as the their swords with a furious determination of re- they were summoned to surrender; but two of doctors phrase it,) " the natural way,” and when I venging and perishing in the ruins of the Tem-them, Mair, son of Belgo, and Joseph, son of saw her last, was the loveliest of Madonnas, in an ple. Titus rushed down with the utmost speed; Dalia, plunged headlong into the flames. ciled silk apron, getting very learned in corals and he shouted, he made signs to his soldiers to No part escaped the fury of the Romans. The teeth-cutting.--- Amer. Mon. Mug.

quench the fire; his voice was drowned, and treasuries, with all their wealth of money, jewels,

his signs unnoticed, in the blind confusion. The and costly robes—the plunder which the zealots CHOICE EXTRACTS. legionaries either could not, or would not hear; had laid up-were totally destroyed—nothing From Blackwood's Magazine for April.

they rushed on, trampling each other down in remained but a small part of the outer cloister,

their furious baste, or stumbling over the in which 6,000 unarmed and defenceless people, THE FORSAKEN TO TIIE FALSE ONE.

crumbling ruins, perished with the enemy:-with women and children, had taken refuge. I dare thee to forget me!

Each exhorted the other, and each hurled his These poor wretches, like multitudes of others, Go wander where thou wilt,

blazing brand into the inner part of the edifice, had been led up to the Temple by a false prophet, Thy hand upon the vessel's helm,

and then hurried to the work of carnage. The who had proclaimed that God commanded all Ór on the sabre's hilt;

unarmed and defenceless people were slain in the Jews to go up to the temple, where he would Away! thou’rt free! o'er land and sca, thousands; they lay heaped, like sacrifices, display his Almighty power to save his people.

Go rush to danger's brink!
But oh, thou canst not fly from thought!

round the altar; the steps of the temple ran with The soldiers set fire to the building; every soul Thy curse will be to think!

streams of blood, wbich washed down the perished.

bodies that lay about. Remember me! remember all.

Titus found it impossible to check the rage My long enduring love,

Portrait of Bolivar.—The countenance of this That linked itself to perfidy; of the soldiery; he entered with his officers, and

person is daring, his eyes lively, his skin dry and The vulture and the dove!

surveyed the interior of the sacred edifice. The yellow, his hair crispy, his body slender and very Remember in thy utmost need,

splendour filled them with wonder ; and as the bony. He possesses sufficient capacity to conceive I never once did shrink,

fames had not yet penetrated to the holy place, and combine ideas with much promptitude, and at But clung to thee confidingly; Thy curse shall belo ihirik!

he made a last effort to save it, and springing the same time to receive a multitude of impressions

forth, again exhorted the soldiers to stay the sions violent; thence arises that liability, a boyish Then go! that thought will render thee progress of the conflagration. The centurion, weakness, of divulging his thoughts; and an impetoA dustard in the tight,

Liberalis, endeavoured to force obedience with osity of explication without regard to decency, good That thought, when thou art tempest-tost, Will fill thee with affright!

his staff of office; but even respect for the Em- breeding or religion, in phrases low and offensive to In some wild dungcon may'st thou lie, peror gave way to the furious animosity against those with whom he speaks, especially inferiors And, counting each cold link

the Jews, to the fierce excitement of battle, Impolitic enterprise, stupid errors, and enormous "That binds thee to captivity, and to the insatiable hope of plunder. The sol- with a heavy yoke, for the fame of the hero, whe

crimes against his country, which he seeks to load Thy curse shall be to think!

diers saw every thing around them radiant with thinks himself superior to Napoleon, and above com Go scek the merry banquet-hall,

gold, which shone dazzlingly in the wild light parison with Washington. He wishes to obtain his Where younger maidens bloom,

of the nes; they supposed that incalculable end by intrigue and force. His imagination carries The thought of me shall make thee there Endure a deeper gloom;

treasures were laid up in the sanctuary. A him from object to object, and from plan to plan, That thought shall turn the festive cup soldier, unperceived, thrust a lighted torch be- and does not permit him to execute with delibera

tion, what he has conceived with audacity. His rul To poison while you drink,

tween the hinges of the door; the whole building passion is absolute command. He spares nothing And while false smiles are on thy cheek,

ing was in flames in an instant. The blinding to obtain it; but he pretends always that he detests Thy curse will be to think!

smoke and fire forced the officers to retreat, it. His obstinacy is unequalled, and he becomes Forget me! false one, hope it not! and the noble edifice was left to its fate.

more excited the more his plans are opposed. He When minstrels touch the string,

It was an appalling spectacle to the Roman, frequently changes his plans. He lives in a state The memory of other days what was it to the Jew? The whole summit of which make him view with disgust at one moment,

of continual agitation, always inflamed by passions, Will gall thee while they sing;

the hill, which commanded the city, blazed like what he had embraced the moment before. But that The airs I used to love will make

a volcano. One after another the buildings fell which excites him most, is his arrangements to comThy coward conscience shrink, Aye, ev'ry note will have its sting

in with a tremendous crash, and were swal- pass the dominion to which he aspires and sacrifices Thy curse will be-to think!

lowed up in the fiery abyss. The roofs of cedar all things. Forget me! No, that shall not be! were like sheets of fame; the gilded pinnacles mises, social obligations, humanity and religion are

Justice, public good, private rights, keeping pran I'll haunt thee in thy sleep,

shone like spires of red light, the gate towers held in contempt by him, when they do not minister la dreams thou'lt cling to slimy rocks sent up tall columns of flame and smoke. Thelto bis

ambitious aims, and much more when they

BY THOMAS HAYVES DAILY.

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