ON THE DEATH OF TWO SISTERS. The following tender verses are by Colonel Alexander, of Calcutta.

One stalk two little tendrils bore,

Around one stem they twin'd;
The infant shoots the rude blast tore,
And spread them to the wind.
Cull'd from the wreck their sad remains,
Within one grave repose;
Alike exempt from present pains,
And safe from future woes.

Earth has its due! to heav'n above
Their gentle spirits rise,
And angels chant, with songs of love,
Their welcome to the skies.

SONG-ROUSSEAU'S DREAM.
"El dolce lampeggio dell' angelico riso.”
Still let me sleep! in dreams like this,
Thy spirit yet may speak to mine,

I would not for a world of bliss
Exchange that shadowy smile of thine!
It comes the moonlight of my soul-
It fleets and leaves my thoughts still bright,
As waves that in the twilight roll

Reflect the farewell look of light.

Thy form is yet of mortal birth,
But gently freed from hopes and fears,
Thy look is sad, yet not of earth,

Love's tenderness-without his tears!

I would not one frail murmur give
To stay thy spirit from the sky,
When thou with Love hast died to live,
Oh! who would darkly live to die!

I cannot wake again to weep,

From dreaming thus of heaven and thee, Would that my soul could pass in sleep With thine to immortality!

There should we love as spirits love

All essence, life, and purity, As mix the starry fires above, Soul wrapt in soul eternally!

No. 23.

PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 10,

1830.

Published every Thursday by JESPER HARDING, 36 Car- had fallen by my arm, when an old man-his white land of the living. But whither?-Ah-Į “tremble ter's Alley, and 74 South Second Street. Price, $2 50 per locks streaming on the night-wind-rushed toward to think of it." Agents who procure and forward payment for four sub-me with a shout of indignation. With the speed of scribers, shall receive the fifth copy for one year; and so in lightning I drew a pistol from my belt, and discharg

annum.

proportion for a larger number.

POETRY.

SPRING.-BY N. P. WILLIS.

The spring is here-the delicate-footed May,
With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers,
And with it comes a thirst to be away,

Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours-
A feeling that is like a sense of wings,
Restless to soar above these perishing things.
We pass out from the city's feverish hum,
To find refreshment in the silent woods;
And nature, that is beautiful and dumb,

Like a cool sleep upon the pulses broods.
Yet even there a restless thought will steal
To teach the indolent heart it still must feel.
Strange that the audible stillness of the noon,
The waters tripping with their silver feet,
The turning to the light of leaves in June,

And the light whisper as their edges meet-
Strange that they fill not, with their tranquil tone,
The spirit, walking in their midst alone.
There's no contentment in a world like this,
Save in forgetting the immortal dream;
We may not gaze upon the stars of bliss,

That through the cloud-rifts radiantly stream;
Bird-like, the prisoned soul will lift its eye
And sing-till it is hooded from the sky.

SELECT TALES.

THE MONK.-BY G. D. PRENTICE.

THE LOST DINNER,

OR A CORPULENT GENTLEMAN'S ADVENTURES. "Oh, that this too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew."-Hamlet.

"Let me have men about me that are fat."-Julius Cæsar.

ed it at his head. He staggered a few steps back-
ward, but, as he fell not, I drew another pistol and
pointed it with a slow and deliberate aim. There
was a flash-a shriek-a groan-but-oh God-what
were my agonies to find, that the contents of my
weapon had entered the heart of my young love, who
father, and was now lying, pale, bloody, and lifeless
had sprung, like a beautiful vision, to the side of her
Of all the plagues with which Old Nick has
at his feet. A moment more, and he was stretched attempted to disturb the quiet of this blessed
by her side, but, ere he fell, he breathed out a curse world, I think there is none equal to the dispo-
upon my name, that seemed like the muttered ana- sition which half the community have for tor-
thema of Heaven's avenging Angel. My brain whirl-menting fat people. I can speak feelingly on
ed-the stars trembled before me-the sounds of this point, for I am a fat man myself. Your lean
conflict became a mingled roar in my ears-the fellows live in quiet, nobody think of poking fun
blood fell back like an ice-blot upon my heart and at them, or jostling them in the street, or squeez-
I sunk down to the earth, faint, gasping, and iusen-
ing them in a crowd, or a stage coach, or box
sible.
My senses, at last, came back to me, and I found at the theatre. They slip through the common
myself in a cave surrounded by fierce looking men, rubs and crosses of life as easily as a snake thro'
whose faces were disfigured by the scorchings of fire the bushes. A starveling has an immunity
and the stain of blood. An ocean of thought, lashed against all tribulation; but a fat man-there is no
to storm by agony, at once swept over me, and I mercy for him: he is a butt for all the jokes that
shut my eyes and begged of Heaven to die. At are current; there is no sharp shooting but hits
length, I rose and walked forth with a thought of him. He is too prominent a mark to escape. The
self-destruction at my heart. I wandered away to lean ones envy his goodly size, and revenge them-
the brink of a river, and stood over its waters, and

tried to plunge beneath them, but some mysterious selves the only way they can, by ridiculing what
power was upon me. The stars of Heaven seemed they would fain participate in, but find it beyond
untreasured to meet and mingle in the waters, and, their reach, as the fox turned up his right-hon-
as the wind broke its calm blue surface, their soft ourable snout at certain grapes.

shadows glowed and trembled in the depths below, Who would not be fat if he could? I don't see as if they had been the blossoms of the magnolia, any harm in being fat. It is sheer malice and that hung so high and beautiful among them. The

scene was too lovely-guilty as I had been, maddened envy that would set the world against fat people, as I was by the unquenchable fire, that was burning who, generally speaking, are the most useful Yes-I am a wretch-a murderer. The weak and and burning in my spirit, I could not pollute by self- and good humoured of the community: fruges credulous beings around me look upon these long murder, a scene so calm, so glorious, and so holy. consumere nati, they keep the markets up, and white locks, this tottering step, and the many traces I turned from it, and rushed to the verge of a preci- make trade flourish. If to be fat is to be hated, of age, that years have left upon me, and reverence pice. Again I was held back, as by a supernatural says Falstaff, then are Pharaoh's lean kine to be me as one, to whom the veil, that curtains out the spell. A single leap, and I should have been as loved. I hate lean folks, they make me think of future, is withdrawn. Fools!-it is withdrawn-moveless as the rocks, that lay piled at an immea- a famine; and short commons are an abomination but what does it disclose? An eternity of agony.surable distance beneath me, but, in the utter mad- unto men of any condition. But let me come to Fools! fools!-they know not, that a look of sancti-ness of my desperation, I found, that there was a the point, and the point of the matter is, that I ty may rest upon the face, while the bosom is the power upon me, which I could not control-a power, make it a point never to refuse an invitation to revelling-place of devils-they know not, that prayers that still bound me to an earthly existence. Despair

may be offered up by the lips, while every word is hath terrible strength. I turned me again to life dinner. Now I received an invitation to one falling back, like a living coal, upon the scorched with all its "infinite of agonies," and looked-aye, last week, the most magnificent dinner that has and writhing brow. and with a stern and bitter smile-upon its future been eaten in the city these fifty years. The Tremble not-I am calm now-but sit down and years, rolling toward me, like the fiery waves of the very mention of the dishes make my mouth walisten to the story of my guilt. Heed not these con- gulf of eternal Death. ter. Alderman Gobble, who gave the dinner, vulsive starts, and the cold big drops upon my fore- For almost half a century, this Monastery has been knows how to create an appetite in his guests, head-memory will stretch the agonized spirit upon my home. Here I have lived-cold-hopeless-by a specification of his tit-bits. I need not stop the rack-but I can bear it all—I can go calmly back tearless-and passionless-brooding forever over the now to recapitulate the niceties which the wor and gaze with terrible composure upon the chart of thought of that murdered girl. It is as if yonder thy Alderman had promised, and with which I my past years-aye, gaze upon its most fearful spot monument should become instinct with life, and stand

--though its very sands are red with blood. LOVE there, pale and motionless, in its eternal watchings regaled my imagination for a week in anticipawhat is it? They say 'tis the rainbow of life-well over the slumbering dead. I have knelt down in tion of the feast. Suffice it to say, it was a meal -it may be so, but, like the bright signet on the yon dim aisle, and tried to pray to God for mercy. fit for a gourmand, and I had raised an appetite bosom of the cloud, it is the child of thunder and In vain! The blood that I had shed, seemed to go fit to do justice to it. Oh ye demons of disapgloom. up in an exhalation from the ground, and there it pointment! How could ye serve me such a trick Fifty years ago, there was a lady in a little village floated, a fearful cloud between me and Heaven, and as to balk me of that dinner! in the North of Italy, for whom I felt all the violence then its red folds became as glass, and the ghastly For as my ill luck would have it, I happen to of youth's first, wild passion. Her face has never countenances of those murdered villagers were ima- live just now about ten miles from Boston.been absent from my thoughts. Long years have ged on its surface, and, at last, it faded slowly away, There is no difficulty, one would think, in jumpwandered by, but it is hard to forget the lightning and an Evil Spirit came and stood above me in the

gleams, that flash upon the heart-it is hard to pass air, and mocked me with words, that Devils alone ing into the stage and posting to town,-and that the flowery island unnoticed and unremembered, may speak. I have tried to let my soul wander back is true enough in the case of ordinary folks, but amid the solitudes of life. The blessed look of that over its desolate pathway to my sinless days, and see what plagues beset a fat man! I had besainted creature is now before me-it comes, like a slake its burning thirst at the early fountains, that spoke my passage, and was the first to get into single star, casting its pale dim rays over a sea of gush amid the sterility of years but it might not be the stage, when a disagreement arose about the blood-the only light above the dark and lurid ho--an angel stood at the gate of innocence to guard space which I occupied in the vehicle. The rizon of the past. My love for that girl became a with a sword of flame the Paradise of Memory driver asserted that I had taken but one seat, and madness a delirium-and, when her father drove From the agonies of waking thought, I have flown me from her presence, I went out beneath the ever- to sleep for refuge-but Imagination still went with all the others in the coach were engaged before lasting Heavens, and swore to wrest her from his me an attendant Spirit of Vengeance and I would me. Now as he undertook to prove by regular hands. That oath was registered above in the deep perchance fancy myself floating slowly off upon a admeasurement, that my immense rotundity of and awful stillness of midnight. Morning came, and dead, stagnant, and fathomless ocean, without the corporation, as he was pleased to call it, occuI leagued myself with a company of Banditti. At power to die, and myriads of cold and loathsome pied at last space enough for four, he maintainnightfall, I led my new comrades to the village, and serpents would come crawling over me, and I would ed that all the others should seat themselves ordered them to bear away the idol of my heart in dream on, till my heart itself seemed a living knot first, and then I might get in if I could. safety to the mountains. I know not how-but our of reptiles, and then awake to hear the bitter laugh 'Not in the day time, my lad,' said I, as I seatcoming had been anticipated. The villagers were of that all-pitiless Demon, and see those pale victims

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in arms. For a moment, I shuddered at the conse- peering in upon me from every window of my cell. ed myself snugly on the back seat. First come, quences of my rashness, but my feelings were soon But the measure of my years is almost full. My first served. I have got my place now, the roused by the signal sounds of strife, and I joined in strength is failing the breath, at times, gurgles, like others may take theirs; I paid for my seat. Isn't it, with the wild fury of a maniac. Three victims water, in my throat-and I shall soon go from the it a bargain?

'But the others can't all get in,' said the dri

ver.

"Then let them ride on the top,' answered I. 'Really, Mr. Sugarhogshead,' said he, 'hadn't you better ride on the top yourself?'

'For heaven's sake, no,' said another, don't put that great fat chuff on the top: he'll make us top heavy and overset us.'

'I have no notion of riding on the top,' said I, 'so you may make yourselves easy on that

score.

'But you must get out,' said they, and await for the next stage.'

'And what will become of my dinner?' said I. 'Here is Mrs. Pickleton and her seven children who will all be disappointed of places in the city if they do not arrive at two o'clock.'

'And I shall be disappointed of my dinner if I do not reach Alderman Gobble's at the same time.'

"Tis enough to try the patience of Job,' said Mrs. Pickleton.

'Don't talk to me about Job,' said I, 'he never had such an invitation to a dinner in his life.' 'But you cannot go with us,' said they, 'But I must go with you,' said I. So saying I threw back my head, and composed myself on my seat, and let them see that I was not to be moved. After some altercation with the other passengers, the driver shut the coach door, and left me within alone. Presently I heard a smack of the whip, and the horses started. I thought we set off with a very easy pace, and was highly delighted to find myself sole possessor of the inside of the coach, where I had expected to be annoyed by the company of Mrs. Pickleton and her seven children.

We travelled at so easy and comfortable a rate that I fell into a doze, an infirmity to which I

Beneath the open sky abroad,

Among the plants and breathing things,
The sinless, peaceful works of God,

I'll share the calm the season brings.
Come, then, in whose soft eyes I see
The gentle meanings of thy heart;
One day amid the woods with me-
From men and all their cares apart.
And where, upon the meadow's breast,
The shadow of the thicket lies,
The blue wild flowers thou gatherest,
Shall glow yet deeper near thine eyes.
Come, and when mid the calm profound
I turn those gentle eyes to seek,
They, like the lovely landscape round,
Of innocence and peace shall speak.
Rest here-beneath the unmoving shade-
And on the silent vallies gaze,
Winding and widening till they fade
In yon soft ring of summer haze.
The village trees their summits rear
Still as its spire; and yonder flock,
At rest in those calm fields, appear

As chiselled from the lifeless rock.
One tranquil mount the scene o'erlooks-
There the hushed winds their sabbath keep;
While a near hum, from bees and brook,

Comes faintly like the breath of sleep.
Well might the gazer deem that when,
Worn with the struggle and the strife,
And heart-sick at the wrongs of men,
The good forsakes the scene of life;
Like this deep quiet that, awhile,

Lingers the lovely landscape o'er,
Shall be the peace whose holy smile
Welcomes him to a happier shore.

GREAT MEN'S MOTHERS.

three were possessed of the most striking abili ties.-Sheridan's father was a weak creature, as his whole career showed; the genius descended from the mother.-Young Napoleon is the son not of his father's mind, but of Maria Louisa's-he is an Austrian.

The moral to be drawn from this is, if men desire to have clever sons, let them marry clever women. But the experiment may be perilous for the present time; and if they wish to lead quiet lives, they may perhaps better let it alone.

GOOD COUNSEL.

It is unjust and dangerous to hold out false lights to young persons; for, finding that their guides have in one respect designedly led them astray, they may be led likewise to reject, as untrue, all else they have been taught; and so nothing but disappointment, error, and rebellion can be the consequence.

Let girls, advancing to womanhood, be told the true state of the world with which they are to mingle. Let them know its real opinions on the subjects connected with themselves as women, companions, friends, relatives.-Hide not from them what society thinks and expects on all these matters; but fail not to show them at the same time, where the fashions of the day would lead them wrong; where the laws of Heaven and man's approving (though not always submitting) reason, would always keep them aright.

Let religion and morality be the foundation of the female character. The artist may then adorn the structure without any danger to its safety. When a girl is instructed on the great

am somewhat accustomed, though not in stage- Sir Anthony Cooke; she was skilled in many mortal being, as well as a mortal woman; you Lord Bacon.-His mother was daughter to purposes of her existence; that she is an imcoaches. I dreamt of being at Alderman Gob

ble's dinner, where I kept eating and eating till languages, and translated and wrote several may, without fearing ill impressions, show her, I thought I never should have enough. What works that displayed learning, acuteness, and that as we admire the beauty of the rose, as was the most singular of all was, that the more taste.-Hume the historian, mentions his mo- well as we esteem its medical power, so her I ate, the hungrier I grew. Methought the din-ther, daughter of Sir D. Falconer, President of personal charms will be dear in the eyes of him ner lasted unconscionably long, till at last I awoke the College of Justice, as a woman of "singu- whose heart is occupied by the graces of her from pure hunger. lar merit," and who, although in the prime of yet more estimable mind. We may safely

I was fairly starved out of my dream. Surely,' life, devoted herself entirely to his education. teach a well educated girl that virtue ought to thought I, as I awoke, 'we must have got to Bos--Sheridan-Mrs. Frances Sheridan was a wear an inviting aspect; that it is due to her ton by this time.' I pulled out my watch. woman of considerable abilities. It was writ- excellence to decorate herself in comely appaIt was half past two! Heavens!' exclaimed I, ing a pamphlet in his defence, that first intro- rel. But we must never cease to remember that Where are we?—I jumped up and looked out duced her to Mr. Sheridan, afterwards her it is virtue we seek to adorn. It must not be of the carriage, and-and there was I, at the husband. She also wrote a novel highly prais-merely a beautiful form; for that, if it possesses very place of starting; we had not moved a rod ed by Johnson.-Schiller;-His mother was not the charm of intelligence, the bond of ra all the while. The driver had taken his horses an amiable woman-she had a strong relish tional tenderness, is a frame without a soul; a away, and driven off with another stage, whilst for the beauties of nature, and passionately fond statue, which we look on and admire, pass I was dreaming of Alderman Gobble's dinner. of music and poetry. Schiller was her favourite away and forget. We must impress upon the child.-Goethe thus speaks of his parents:-" I yet ingenious maid, that while beauty attracts, inherited from my father a certain sort of elo- its influence is transient, unless it presents itquence, calculated to enforce my doctrines to self as the harbinger of that good sense and my auditors; from my mother I derived the fa- principle which can alone secure the affection culty of representing all that the imagination of a husband, the esteem of friends, and the recan conceive, with energy and vivacity." spect of the world.

CHOICE EXTRACTS.

A NOON SCENE.

A PRIZE POEM-BY W. C. BRYANT.

The quiet August noon is come,

A slumberous silence fills the sky,
The fields are still, the woods are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.

And mark yon soft white clouds, at rest
Above our vale, a moveless throng;-
The cattle, on the mountain's breast,
Enjoy the grateful shadow long.
Oh, how unlike those merry hours

In sunny June, when earth laughs out,
When the fresh winds make love to flowers,
And woodlands sing and waters shout.
When in the grass sweet voices talk,
And strains of tiny music swell
From every moss-cup of the rock,

From every nameless blossom's bell.
But now, a joy too deep for sound,

A peace no other season knows,
Hushes the heavens and wraps the ground-
The blessing of supreme repose.

Away! I will not be to-day

The only slave of toil and care! Away from desk and dust!-away! I'll be as idle as the air.

Lord Erskine's mother was a woman of supe- Show her that regularity of features and
rior talent and discernment; by her advice, her symmetry of form, are not essentials in the
son betook himself to the bar.-Thomson; Mrs. composition of the woman, whom the wise man
Thomson was a woman of uncommon natural would select as the partner of his life. Seek,
endowments, with a warmth and vivacity of im- as an example, some one of your less fair ac
agination scarcely inferior to her son.-Boer-quaintance, whose sweet disposition, gentle
haave's mother acquired a high knowledge of manners, and winning deportment render her
medicine.-Sir Walter Scott; His mother, Eli- the delight of her kindred, the dear solace to
zabeth, daughter of Dr. Rutherford, W. S., was her husband. Show your young and lovely pu
a woman of accomplishment. She had a pil, what use this amiable woman has made of
good taste for, and wrote poetry, which appear- her few talents; and then call on her to culti
ed in print in 1789.-Napoleon's father was a vate her more extraordinary endowments to
man of no peculiar mind; but his mother was the glory of her Creator, the honour of her
distinguished for her understanding--Lord parents, and to the maintainance of her own
Mornington, the father of the Wellesleys, was happiness in both worlds. To do this, requires
an excellent musician, and no more, but his lady that her aims should be virtuous, and the
was remarkable for her intellectual superiority. means she employs to reach them, of the same
The father of the Emmets, in Ireland, was a nature.
babbler, but the mother was a singularly in-
telligent person.-The fate of two of her sons

The Turkish Wife.-As naturalist to the embas

was unhappy, from their republicanism, but the sy from France to Constantinople, M. Fontanier

was supposed to possess a knowledge of medicine, such cases, the friend and the zeal for virtue cannot and was requested to visit the wife of an inhabitant both be retained."

of Amassia, who was ill, and who passed for a beauty The following remarks, on the same subject, are even where all were beautiful. She was a Turco- from the Literary Gazette:

In the days of our great grandfathers and great grandmothers, when the intercourse of society was carried on upon the true principles maun, and had married the Amassian from motives "This strange matter has, as we noticed in our of sociability,-when it was lawful for Mrs. A. of ambition. She received a splendid dowry, and last, assumed another and a darker shade, from the to send her compliments to Mrs. B. with a mesalthough, from reverse of fortune, he had been de- interference of Mr. Campbell, who, assuming to be sage, that if she Mrs. B. was not engaged Mrs. spoiled of his wealth, even to the loss of his pipe- the personal champion of Lady Byron, has stepped A. would come and drink tea with her, it was bearer, she would scarcely make any allowance for forward to throw the most odious imputations upon the custom for any one, who wished to see a his support, though for her own service, she main- the character of Lord Byron, which can possibly be

tained a retinue of negro slaves. "Before entering left to the worst imaginations to conceive.-Against friend, to go to his house, knock at the door the harem," says M. Fontanier, "the good man this course we protest, in the name of all that is with his knuckles, and if his friend was not at took the precaution to make me wait in the court- honourable in human nature. We were the unde-home, to say to his wife, or daughter, or any yard, until all was arranged in the interior for my viating censurers of the poet's injurious productions one else who should happen to come to the introduction. The lady did not disturb herself during his life-time; but we cannot do otherwise than door, that he would call again. This was the either for her husband or for me; it would have been condemn, in far stronger terms, any attempt, after genuine old fashioned mode of visiting, and aldifficult to have found a more handsome woman; her he is laid in his grave, to blast him forever by mysbracelets and necklace were adorned with emeralds, terious and voiceless whisperings. Of what mon- though it has long been exploded, as a vulgar and her velvet robe was richly covered with gold strous crime was he guilty?-for unless he was guilty and anti-good-society custom, yet we presume embroidery; her pipe was studded with diamonds, of some monstrous crime, a foul wrong is done to his it still exists in many parts of the country, and she wore a number of precious stones on her memory. His accusers are bound, by every moral amongst persons who venerate the good old fingers and on the fastening of her girdle. As soon and sacred tie, to be definite in their charge: against usages of their forefathers. as I had taken my place, she ordered her negresses such there is a possibility of defence; but there can The first step towards refinement in this to bring me coffee and a pipe, and stated her com- be no shield against the horribly vague denunciation plaints, which appeared to me to be more imagina- which has been so intemperately hurled at the un- particular, which characterized the incipient ry than real. I recommended her to take exercise, protected and unanswering dead. And what called march of mind, was leaving the name of the call and change of air. "That is precisely the thing," this forth? A very slight surmise by Mr. Moore er at the door without any signification of his said she to me; "I am the daughter of a Curd; I can against the parents of Lady Byron-to repel which intention to call again. But as sometimes a scale the mountain's top, and govern a steed; I for- she comes rashly out with a statement that damns merly wandered freely over the country. I needed the husband of her bosom; and, as if this were not bungling cook or chambermaid, would come to no veil on going abroad, for what can a virtuous enough, the zeal of Mr. Campbell advances to pour the door, who could not remember names, woman want with a veil? Thus did I live and additional suspicion and ignominy upon his moulder- became expedient, in order to prevent mistakes, breathe freely; but now I must conceal myself, walk ing ashes. The fame of a Byron is public property; that the caller should take his pencil out of his with gravity, and, followed by a troop of slaves, go and, after what has passed, it is imperative on his pocket book and write his name upon any and visit a parcel of stupid Turkish women. Yes, adversaries either to fix some eternal brand upon it,

it

the air would do me good, and liberty more than such as can justify their language,-or confess that piece of paper which he might happen to have anything." The husband did not hear my advice they have used expressions which no conduct of his about him. with anything like the same satisfaction that the could authorize. And we are persuaded that they To this improvement succeeded cards, which wife testified; she perceived this, and told him pret-must do the latter; for it is incredible that any wo- announced the commencement of a new era in ty smartly to go and order more coffee, and return man of the spirit and honour of Lady Byron could the science of visiting. At first the name was when she should send for him. He went out and have lived an hour with a man whom she knew to left us there alone; the lady then said to me, "You be a detested criminal; and far less that she should written on the card with a pen. Copperplate see this old animal; he is the true cause of my ill-have corresponded with him in playful and soothing printing soon followed, and with it all the emness, and that illness is nothing more than ennui at letters. The plea of insanity itself cannot reconcile bellishments which could be contrived, such as the sight of him. He is out of fortune's favour; and this with any thing like the atrocious guilt now by gilt edges, embossed and polished surfaces, and what pleasure is there in living with a man who re- circumstance imputed; and we do earnestly trust that all the various tastes as to size and shapes, Romains in the city without power, without authority, an explanation will yet be vouchsafed, which shall and without even any thing to eat? My friend, are set this painful discussion to rest in a manner more man letter, script and German text, in ink, or there no means of ridding one's sight of him? You satisfactory to the world. gold leaf, according as the different fancies of are the prince of all physicians, the very cream of "Having, in these few remarks, grappled with the people suggested. These cards were left at doctors; have you no medicine, which, with God's main point at issue, we abstain saying a syllable on the houses of persons called upon after learning help, might deliver me from him? I should then minor affairs: and we do not deem ourselves in a that they were not at home, and if the visit return to the country where I am so well, and would condition to blame any one of the parties we have was intended to kill more than one bird with a quit this city, which I pray God to overthrow." been obliged to name. stone, the card was disfigured by having one, Fontanier's Travels in the East. THE RIGHT USE OF TERMS.-If you wish to two or three of its corners turned down. This custom continued for a considerable Spirit of Contemporary Prints. reach people's minds, you must use their language. An inexperienced landsman, who was time, but as society extended, and large parappointed a petty officer on board of a man- ties became fashionable, it was found impossi LORD AND LADY BYRON.-The poet Campbell of-war, was directed by the Lieutenant to ble to pay personal visits to every body of five has come forward in the New Monthly Magazine to order the light extinguished in the main top. hundred to whom invitations were intended to the aid of Lady Byron, and is now embroiled in a He came upon deck and ordered the man in be sent. The expedient of carding was then literary quarrel with the biographer of her husband. the top to" extinguish that expiring luminary." resorted to, which is simply dropping a card Mr. Campbell commences with this curious confession of editorial practice; which none but a man far The man replied, "No such rope in the ship, with a man you do not care six-pence about, honester in purpose than considerate in conduct sir." The command was repeated a second without the trouble of carding a man with your should be ingenuous enough to make: and a third time, the sailor replying, "No such own hands. An empty carriage may perform

From the New York American.

"Mr. Moore's Life of the Noble Bard was re-rope in the ship, sir." The officer went be- the job as well as a full one, and in the present viewed in our last number: it must now be reviewed low in a great rage to the Lieutenant, and advanced state of the science, a gentleman again. Among the literary notices of the New desired the man might be punished. The other may sit in his chamber, and without stirring a Monthly, I consented to the insertion of a laudatory account of the work; nay, more, I expunged a por replied, "You did not give the right order. foot from the fire may visit the whole city. But the visiting by cards has an advantage tion of the manuscript critique, in which Mr. Moore Hear me." He then came up and called out,

was censured for unfairness towards Lady Byron." Halloa, maintop!" "Ay, ay, sir." "Douse over a personal visit. The latter is temporary This I did from unwillingness to blame my friend that there glim!" "Ay, ay, sir."-Sailor's and fleeting; the former perpetual and lasting. Mr. Moore, and from having scarcely dipped into the censured parts of the book."

The London Spectator, speaking of this contro

versy, says:

Magazine.

CARDING AT WASHINGTON.

In one case, as soon as the door is shut behind your back you are forgotten; out of sight, out of mind. But in the other, you are stuck up

"We have not leisure or inclination to follow Mr. The following amusing description of the ori- over the mantel-piece, among a crowd of other Campbell through his impeachments of Mr. Moore's gin and progress of visiting cards, is extracted sensible people like yourself, to be gazed at by the social visiters of the family, and are thus candour and fairness; which he oddly enough, in from the "Banner of the Constitution."

hate to wade through it"-a sentiment more natu

one instance, accompanies with an acknowledgment Of all the labour-saving inventions that have made to add to the glory and dignity of the that he has not examined the ground of his animad-yet been discovered, there is none which ex-gentleman who has the good fortune to be version, but adopted it from the report of others: ceeds what, in Washington, is called carding. carded by you. No longer is your card disfi "I have not read in your book," says he, "for I The term is technical, belonging to the science gured like a child's spelling book, but each perral than just; but we believe the criticism is correct, of etiquette, and although it is an improvement son called is to be complimented with a sepathough the mode of making it is not consistent with which is familiar to the fashionable people in all rate card, from each individual caller, so that the prudence of fairness. We have one remark, how-the cities, yet it is not so to all those for whom a pack of cards is sometimes hardly enough to ever, to make upon the tenor of the whole paper; this lucubration is intended, and we shall ac- while away the morning with.

and it is, that the morality is surely of a questiona-cordingly, for their benefit, give a brief history Somebody will perhaps ask, "what has cardble kind which allows the description of be applied to the person whom it is the object of of the rise and progress of this very sensible ing to do with political economy?" We rethe argument to exhibit as a wilful traducer. In and time-saving art. ply that it has a vast deal to do with domestic

economy, which is a kindred science, and as it mention the name of some particular steamboat to places of honour through the almost exclusive saves time and hack hire, it is of incalculable without leave asked of them, we cannot but be medium of the press,-such are the men who deadvantage to those who have neither leisure amused at the obliquities of human nature. By cry the servility by which, in some cases, it is chanor money to spare in a city like Washington, the independence of the press, most men mean racterized. If the senators to whom we refer do not where the population is so very much scatter mere servility to their own private views-adopt as a general doctrine the proscription of edi ed, and where no one can pretend to pay vi- neither more nor less. They first bind an edisits to all whom they wish to see. We think, tor, hand and foot, with the shackles of indithat an opportunity is afforded for the esta-vidual opinions, and then reproach him for not blishment of a new branch of American Indus- walking abroad in the strength and dignity of try, which would require no tariff law to give conscious independence. it proper encouragement, and we should not be surprised, some of these days, to see signs stuck up in various parts of this city," Visiting by proxy done here."

tors, for the sake of their own characters, as well as in justice to the respectable body of citizens whose vocation they have endeavoured to blacken, let them publicly state their views, denying that on such To us, the secret threats and open denunci- grounds their votes in the senate were given. ations of a few burlesque tyrants are of no con- Well is it said by the New England Review, “If sequence, for we have a patronage that enables it be an object, that the American press should be us to bid them a triumphant defiance. With honourable to our name and nation, those who conAnd whilst upon this subject, we will make some periodicals, however, the case is differ-trol it should have a prospect fitted to engage their a suggestion, for which we think we shall re-ent. The loss of twenty subscribers or of two noblest energies. The editorial profession is not ceive the thanks of a number of those who are or three advertising patrons would be their one of peculiar honour, profit, or pleasure; and if, liable to first visits, which is, that strangers be ruin. The proprietors of such papers, so long to the evils, which editors are already doomed to particular in their address on their cards. as the dear people are disposed to exercise an bear, is to be superadded the disgrace of ineligibility From the want of necessary precaution, visits intolerant censorship over them, have nothing] to offices of trust, there will not be, ten years hence,

are often not returned; for it is too much to re- to do but either to retire from their business or

quire of the person called upon, who generally watch with never-ceasing anxiety the chang- a single high-minded editor in the whole United has some business to attend to, that he should ing whims, temporal and spiritual, of two or States. Men of proud spirit and nobleness of soul not only return a visit, but that he should three hundred individuals, and give place to will resign their places to such as have no better or waste his time hunting up the lodgings of the nothing in their columns, save what will square loftier passion than the mean ambition of being properson calling. We know that great com- exactly with these whims in all their varied fessed scribblers for life. Then, indeed, the press plaints exist on this subject. will become corrupt, and its influence either cease altogether, or become a loathing and a pestilence in

SPIRIT OF THE PRESS.

absurdities.-N. E. Review.

LITERARY PORT FOLIO. the land.”

THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 1830.

A vast deal is said, by almost every body, We ask not for any peculiar privileges we covet about the servility of newspapers. They are no exclusive advantages; but it is ridiculous and abservile-timid-mean spirited-but to what is surd to suppose there are any good reasons why the the evil to be attributed?-To newspaper-ediThe unjust attempt of a few arrogant senators conductors of our public journals should not stand tors? By no means. It must be traced home to the people themselves the great body of the the ire and met with the just reprehension of all telligent community. to proscribe the fraternity of editors, has excited on precisely the same ground as the rest of the incommunity. Editors are servile because the public is intolerant-they dare not express independent journalists throughout the country. WESTERN LITERATURE.-The National Gazette, their own views, because they know that the Here and there, there is a timid and hypocritical some time since, quoted an article denouncing Bymeed of their independence would be starva- knave, who has sold himself to the monstrous doctrine ron, from the Cincinnati Chronicle, after having of proscription, before which he bows with all the found fault with a contemporary, a few days pre

tion.

We might detail a great number of facts in enduring patience of a martyr. Aptly is it asked vious, for quoting from an intelligent country paper illustration of the intolerant spirit that per- by a cotemporary, and one too, whose doctrines an article in vindication of the noble bard. To show vades the community. Not a few attempts have are in opposition to those of the present adminis- the literary character rank of the journal, whose been made to intimidate us. During our recent tration, "Out of what sort of clay can these crea-opinions the Gazette delights to honour, we quote visit to Providence, a friend, who had been so tures have been manufactured? The man who can the following specimen of poetry from its pages, at kind as to take charge of our paper, chanced come forward and openly contend for the perpetual the same time recommending its transmission to the to say in an editorial article, that it was not disfranchisement of the whole class of citizens, to

good policy for Protestants to be continually which he himself belongs, must be on a level with pages of the National Gazette.

TO E. M. G.

abusing the Catholics and stigmatizing them as the ass, that is content if he but knows his master's Sigh not, my dear maid, for joys that have past; infidels. Well-what was the consequence?One of our Protestant readers-a man of some crib. The slaves of the south are dissatisfied that But sing thou only, of those that be; notoriety-withdrew his advertising patronage, their privileges are so few, and the editors of the I have loved thee still fondly love thee, and avowed a determination to injure us to the north are querulous because theirs are so nume-Alas! no lover e'er loved, like thy own E. D. extent of his power. Such a calamity has be- rous. Perhaps, if these classes of human beings Although parting has caused us a sigh, And started the sad tear of regret; fallen us, because the damnable heresy of bro- were to change places, the new arrangement would Yet never; oh! never; shall I, therly love and charity has been advocated in be highly satisfactory to both parties." Long enough Those soul thrilling moments forget. our columns. Nor are men more tolerant in has it been urged, that the presses of this country The sun of that moment brightly shall shine, matters of their own worldly interest than in do not stand upon the high ground of indepen- That blest thy fond E. D. with one sight of thee; the concernments of religion. Here is a case dence. Long enough has it been said that in And, pray that we never more parted may be. Come, let us kneel at; and worship its shrine, in point. A few weeks ago, a new steamboat commenced running between this city and New many instances the conductors of our public A more contemptible effusion than the above, never York, and we, in a paragraph of some dozen journals are mere instruments in the bands of defound place in the columns of a newspaper. lines, spoke favourably of her appearance and signing men, to whose sordid views and baser apaccommodations. This we did out of mere petites they pander. Yet for all this, some of those The editor of the Schenectady Cabinet thus pleacourtesy, and without knowing or caring any who would be esteemed the magnates of the land santly relates an accident, which, to a printer, is thing about the squabbles, that might or might have exercised to the utmost their energies in an considered one of a most lamentable character. not exist among a few of our citizens on the endeavour to make the press, to a still greater de- "Yesterday, about 11 o'clock, when in the act of subject of steamboat competition. But what gree, servile and disreputable. They would shut carrying the third page of this paper to the press, we was the effect? Why-certain gentlemen-out all men of character, ambition and mind from a had the misfortune to fall with it, which caused no gentlemen of the highest respectability-noti- participation in the incumbent duties of those who of pi, injure our left knee, badly wound the fourth material injury further than to make us a large heap fied us, on the day our little paragraph appear-regulate its destiny-they would have political ques-finger of our left hand, slightly wound the fourth ed, that the light of their countenances would tions of high import, and public measures of deep finger of our right hand, delay the publication, cause no longer shine upon our establishment, with healing in its beams. interest, canvassed alone in dram-shops, taverns, and the omission of several articles prepared, and disappoint some of our advertising friends which they Now with all this we find no fault-none at In short, they would have all will please excuse.' at private caucuses. all. Heaven knows we are willing, that every editors trammelled in the expression of their opi- We are happy that the editor has "survived the man should patronise the paper he likes best-nions, fearful that those opinions may emanate from wreck of matter and the crush of "—words! but, when we find men declaiming, one day, an ambitious aspiration, or have some weight in inupon the servility of the press, and, the next, fluencing the people. They would prostrate the JAMES G. BROOKS, Esq. late editor of the New endeavouring to annihilate a periodical because press to the lowest grade of degradation; and yet York Courier, has associated himself with E. J. it has the courage to inculcate charity, or to such are precisely the men who have been elevated Roberts, the editor of the Rochester Craftsman, a