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sand in the eyes of his pursuers. They have the finest There came unto my father's hut,

Or to mankind allied, greyhounds in the world, with which they only hunt wan, weak creature of distress;

Toiling with wo, and passion's fiery sting; the antelope; for the dogs are not able to overtake the The red man's door is never shut

Like their own home, where storms or peace preside, ostrich. Any person may accompany the King in Against the lone and shelterless;

As the winds bring? hunting. Sometimes he does not return for three or And when he knelt before his feet,

Alas for human thought! four days; he sets out always after sunrise. What My father led the stranger in

How does it flee, existence worn and old, ever is killed in the chase is divided among the stran He gave him of his hunter-meat

To win companionship with beings wrought gers and other company present; but those animals Alas! it was a deadly sin!

Of finer mould! which are taken alive are sent to the King's palace.

The stranger's voice was not like ours He goes to huot towards the desert, and does not be

''Tis vain the reckless waves His face at first was sadly pale,

Join with loud revel the dim ages flown, gin till distanit ten miles from the town. The ante

Anon 'twas like the yellow flowers, lopes are found in herds from thirty to sixty. The

But keep each secret of their hidden caves
Which tremble in the meadow-gale-

Dark and unknowo. ostriches, like storks, place sentinels upon the watch;

And when he him laid down to die
thirty yards are reckoned a distance for a secure shot
with the bow. The King always shoots on horse-

And murmured of his father-land,
My mother wiped his tearful eye,

ON THE DEATH OF TWO SISTERS. back, as do many of his courtiers sometimes with muskčts, but oftener with bows. · The King takes a

My father held his burning hand!

The following tender verses are by Colonel Alexangreat many tents with him. There are no lions, ti He died at last-the funeral yell

der, of Calcutta. gers, or wild boars, near Timbuctoo. They play at Rang upward from his burial sod,

One stalk two little tendrils bore, chess and drauglits; and are very expert at those And the old Powwah knelt to tell

Around one stem they twin'd; games; they have no cards; but they have tumblers,

The tidings to the white man's God!

The intant shoots the rude blast tore, jugglers, and ventriloquists, whose voices appear to The next day came-my father's brow

And spread them to the wind. come from under the armpits. They have no tem Grew heavy with a fearful pain, ples, churches, or mosques, no regular worship, or He did not take his hunting-bow

Cullid from the wreck their sad remains, Sabbath; but once in three months they have a great He never sought the woods again!

Within one grave repose; festival, which lasts two or three days, sometimes a

Alike exempt from present pains,
week, and is spent in eating and drinking.
He died even as the white-man died-

And safe from future woes.
My mother, she was smitten too,
My sisters vanished from my side,

Earth, has its due to heav'n above
EARLY NOTICE OF THE USE OF TEA BY THE Like diamonds from the sun-lit dew,

Their gentle spirits rise, CHINESE.-The Arabian traveller Wahab, And then we heard the Powwah say—

And angels chant, with songs of love, who visited China in the ninth century, speak

That God had sent his angel forth,

Their welcome to the skies.
ing of the revenues of the empire, says, “The To sweep our ancient tribes away-
Emperor reserves to himself the revenues aris-
And poison and unpeople Earth.

SONG-ROUSSEAU'S DREAM. ing from the salt mines, and from a certain herb And it was so—from day to day

E’l dolce lampeggio dell'angelico riso.which the people drank with hot water, and

The Spirit of the Plague went onof which such quantites were sold in all the

And those at morning blithe and gay,

Still let me sleep! in dreams like this,
Were dying at the set of sun.-

Thy spirit yet may speak to mine, cities as produced enormous sums. This shrub,

I would not for a world of bliss

They died-our free, bold hunters diedcalled tah by the Chinese, was more bushy The living might not give them graves

Exchange that shadowy smile of thine! than the pomegranate tree, and of a more Save when along the water-side

It comes the moonlight of my soul agreeable perfume. The people poured boiling They cast them to the hurrying waves.

It fleets and leaves my thoughts suill bright,

As waves that in the twilight roll water on the leaf of the tah, and drank the deThe carrion-crow-the ravenous beast,

Reflect the farewell look of light, coction, which was thought to be efficacious Turned loathing from the ghastly dead; in curing all sorts of diseases."

Well might they shun the funeral feast

Thy form is yet of mortal birth,
By that destroying angel spread!

But gently freed from hopes and fears,
One after one the red-men fell,

Thy look is sad, yet not of earth,
Lorenzo Dow is preaching at Washington city.

Our gallant wan-tribe passed away“

Love's tenderness—without his tears! This anecdote is related of him as a well authenti And I alone am left to tell

I would not one frail murmur give cated fact:-At the close of a religious meeting, he The story of its swift decay.

To stay thy spirit from the sky, observed that he was inclined to Matrimony. If

When thou with Love hast died to live,

Alone-alonea withered Icaf any lady of his congregation had similar inclinations,

Oh! who would darkly live to die! she was requested to rise. A lady a little advanced

Yet clinging to its naked bough; in life, gave the required intimation. Lorenzo via The pale race scorn the aged chief,

I cannot wake again to weep, sited her—she became his wife, and shared her for

And I will join my fathers now.

From dreaming thus of heaven and thee,

Would that my soul could pass in sleep
tune with him.
The spirits of my people bend

With thine io immortality!
At midnight from the solemn West,
To me their kindly arms extend

There should we love as spirits love-
SELECT POETRY.
They call me to their home of rest!

All essence, life, and purity,
As mix the starry fires above,

Soul wrapt in soul eternally!
NEW-ENGLAND LEGENDS.

From the National Gazette. THE INDIAN'S TALE.—BY J. G. WHITTIER.

STANZAS.

MARRIED, It was generally believed by the first settler of “ And the people of this place say that at certain

On the 11th instant, by the Rev. Dr. Proudfit, the New England, that a moral pestilence had a short seasons beautiful sounds are heard from the ocean.

Mavor's Voyages.

Rev. John PkoupFIT, 1o Miss ABBY H. daughter uime previous to their arrival in a great measure de

of Robert Ralston, Esq. of this city, populated some of the finest portions of the country Lonely and wild it rose, on the seaboard. The Indians themselves corrobo- That strain of solemn music from the sea,

On Tuesday evening, the 18th inst, by the Rer.

Philip F. Mayer, Isaac Norris, Esq. Attorney at rated this opinion, and gave the English a terrific de- As though the bright air trembled to disclose

law, to MARY, daughter of George Pepper, Esq; scription of the ravages of the unseen Destroyer.

An ocean mystery.

On Tuesday evening, the 18th inst. in St. Joseph's The War-God did not wake to strife

Again a low sweet tone,

Church, by the Rev. John Hughes, Mr. LAWRENCE The strong men of our forest-land,

Fainting in murmurs on the listening day, J. Hughes, to Miss MARGARET M., daughter of No red hand grasped the battle-knife Just bade the excited thought its presence own,

Rene J. Fougeray.. At Areouski's high command:

Then died away.

On Wednesday evening, the 26th inst. by Tracy We held no war-dance by the dim

Once more the gush of sound,

Taylor, Esq. R. W. Sykes, Esq. to Virginia Fora
And red light of the creeping fame;
Struggling and swelling from the leaving plain,

TANGES. !
Nor warrior-yell, nor battle-hymn,
Thrilled a rich peal triumphantly around,

Yesterday morning, by the Rev. Wm. P. Furness, Upon the midnight breezes came.

And fled again.

Mr. Hugh BRIDPORT, to Miss RacueL TODIUXTEN,

both of this city. There was no portent in the sky,

O boundless deep! we know No shadow on the round bright sun,

Thou hast strange wonders in thy gloom concealed;
With light and mirth and melody,

Gems, flashing gems, from whose unearthly glow
The long, fair summer days came on;
Sunlight is sealed.

DIED,
We were a happy people then,

And an eternal spring,

On Wednesday morning, the 19th inst. after a Rejoicing in our hunter-mood; Showers her rich colours with unsparing hand,

short illness, Mr. GEORGE Cousland, in the 3sd No foot-prints of the pale-faced men Where coral trees their graceful branches fling

year of his age. Had marred ogr forest-solitude.

O'er golden sand.

On Thursday morning, after a lingering illness, The land was ours-this glorious land

But tell, oh restless main!

Mrs. JANE Wilson, wife of Samuel Wilson.

Last evening, 21st inst. Mrs. MARGARET MYERS, With all its wealth of wood and streams Who are the dwellers in thy world beneath,

wife of Wm. Myers, of Southwark, Our warriors strong of heart and hand That thus the watery realm cannot contain

On Sunday last, Joseph Parke, of East Bradford Our daughters beautiful as dreams.

The joy they breathe?

township, Chester county, in the ninety-ninth year When wearied at the thirsty noon,

Emblem of glorious might!
We knelt us where the spring gushed up Are thy wild children like thyself arrayed,
To taste our Father's blessed boon-

Checks, Cards, Handbills, and Printing of every
Strong in immortal and unchecked delight,
Unlike the white-man's poison cup.

description executed with nealness, accuracy, and despatch Which cannot fade?

at this office.

of his age.

No. 23.

PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 10,

1830.

annum.

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?-Ah1" 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-
proportion for a larger number.
ed it at his head. 'He staggered a few steps back-

THE LOST DINNER,
ward, but, as he fell not, I drew another pistol and

OR A CORPULENT GENTLEMAX'S ADVENTURES. POETRY.

pointed it with a slow and deliberate aim. There “Oh, that this too solid Mesh would melt, thaw

was a flashma shriek—a groap-but-oh God-what and resolve itself into a dew.”-Hamlet. SPRING.–BY N. P. WILLIS.

were my agonies to find, that the contents of my “Let me have men about me that are fat."-Julius The spring is here—the delicate-footed May,

weapon had entered the heart of my young love, who Cæsar. With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, had sprung, like a beautiful vision, to the side of her And with it comes a thirst to be away,

Of all the plagues with which Old Nick has father, and was now lying, pale, bloody, and lifeless Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours

at his feet. A moment more, and he was stretched attempted to disturb the quiet of this blessed A feeling that is like a sense of wings,

by her side, but, ere he fell, he breathed out a curse world, I think there is none equal to the dispoRestless to soar above these perishing things.

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 We pass out from the city's feverish hum,

ed the stars trembled before me-ihe sounds of this point, for I am a fat man myself. Your lean To find refreshment in the silent woods; conflict becaine a mingled roar in my ears the fellows live in quiet, nobody think of poking fun And nature, that is beautiful and dumb,

blood fell back like an ice-blot upon my heart and at them, or jostling them in the street, or squeez. Like a cool sleep upon the pulses broods. Yet even there a restless thought will steal I sunk down to the earth, faint, gasping, and iusen

ing them in a crowd, or a stage coach, or box sible. To teach the indolent heart it still must feel. My senses, at last, came back to me, and I found at the theatre. They slip through the common Strange that the audible stillness of the noon, myself in a care surrounded by fierce looking nen, rubs and crosses of life as easily as a snake thro'

The waters tripping with their silver feet, whose faces were disfigured by the scorchings of fire the bushes. A starveling has an immunity The turning to the light of leaves in June, and the stain of blood. An ocean of thought, lashed against all tribulation; but a fat man—there is no

And the light whisper as their edges meet to storm by agony, at once swept over me, and I mercy for him: he is a butt for all the jokes that Strange—that they fill not, with their tranquil ionc, strut my eyes and begged of Heaven to die. At are current; there is no sharp shooting but hits The spirit, walking in their midst alone. length, I rose and walked forth with a thought of him. He is too prominent a mark to escape. The There's no contentment in a world like this,

sell-destruction at my heart. I wandered away to lean ones envy his goodly size, and revenge themSave in forgetting the immortal dream; the brink of a river, and stood over its Waters, and We may not gaze upon the stars of bliss, tried to plunge beneath them, but some mysterious selves the only way they can, by ridiculing what

That through the cloud-rifts radiantly stream; power was upon me. The stars of Heaven seemed they would fain participate in, but find it beyond Bird-like, the prisoned soul will lift its eye

untreasured to meet and mingle in the waters, and, their reach, as the fox turned up his right-honAnd sing-uill it is hooded from the sky.

as the wind broke its calm blue surface, their sofi 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 SELECT TALES.

that hung so high and beautiful among them. The envy that would set the world against fat people,

scene was too lovely-guilty as I had been, maddened THE MONK. -BY G. D. PRENTICE.

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 sell 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 leit 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 controla 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- guit of eternal Death.

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 passionlessbrooding forever over the now to recapitulate the niceties which the worand gaze with terrible composure upon the chart of thought of that murdered girl. It is as if yonder my past years—aye, gaze upon its most fearful spot monument should become instinct with

life, and stand thy Alderman had promised, and with which I - though its very sands are red with blood. Love there, pale

and motionless, in its eternal watchingsregaled my imagination for a week in anticipa, what is it?–They say 'tis the rainbow of life-well over ibe 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 son 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 Boated, 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 be. sainted 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 madnessa 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 meman 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, occu. I 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 woulded that all the others should seat themselves ordered them to bear away she 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 hown-but our of reptiles, and then awake to hear the bitter laugh coming had been anticipated. The villagers were of that all-pitiless Demon, and see those pale victims

Not in the day time, my lad,' said I, as I seat. 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?

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• But the others can't all get in,' said the dri Beneath the open sky abroad,

Ithree were possessed of the most striking abili

Among the plants and breathing things, ties.-Sheridan's father was a weak creature, “Then let them ride on the top,' answered I.

The sinless, peaceful works of God,
I'll share the calm the season brings.

as his whole career showed; the genius de“Really, Mr. Sugarhogshead,' said he, hadn't

scended from the mother.—Young Napoleon is you better ride on the top yourself?'.

Come, then, in whose soft eyes I see

the son not of his father's mind, but of Maria 'For heaven's sake, no," said another, don't The gentle meanings of thy heart;

Louisa's—he is an Austrian. put that great fat chuff on the top: he'll make

One day amid the woods with me
Froin men and all their cares apart.

The moral to be drawn from this is, if men as top heavy and overset us.'

desire to have clever sons, let them marry *I have no notion of riding on the top,' said And where, upon the meadow's breast, clever women. But the experiment may be 1, ‘so you may make yourselves easy on that The shadow of the thicket lies,

The blue wild flowers thou gatherest,

perilous for the present time; and if they wish Shall glow yet deeper near thine eyes.

to lead quiet lives, they may perhaps better let . But you must get out,' said they, "and await

it alone. for the next stage.'

Come, and when mid the calm profound And what will become of my dinner?' said I. I turn those gentle eyes to seek,

GOOD COUNSEL. Here is Mrs. Pickleton and her seven chil They, like the lovely landscape round, dren who will all be disappointed of places in of innocence and peace shall speak.

It is unjust and dangerous to hold out false the city if they do not arrive at two o'clock.'

Rest here-beneath the unmoving shade

lights to young persons; for, finding that their . And I shall be disappointed of my dinner if And on the silent vallies gaze,

guides have in one respect designedly led them I do not reach Alderman Gobble's at the same Winding and widening till they fade

astray, they may be led likewise to reject, as time.'

In yon soft ring of summer haze.

untrue, all else they have been taught; and so ''Tis enough to try the patience of Job,' said

The village trees their summits rear

nothing but disappointment, error, and rebellion Mrs. Pickleton.

Still as its spire; and yonder flock,

can be the consequence. Don't talk to me about Job,' said I, he never At rest in those calm fields, appear

Let girls, advancing to womanhood, be told had such an invitation to a dinner in his life.' As chiselled from the lifeless rock. the true state of the world with which they are * But you cannot go with us,' said they, One tranquil mount the scene o'erlooks to mingle. Let them know its real opinions

But I must go with you,' said I. So saying There ihe hushed winds their sabbath keep; on the subjects connected with themselves as I threw back my head, and composed myself on While a near hum, from bees and brook, women, companions, friends, relatives.-Hide my seat, and let them see that I was not to be Comes faintly like the breath of sleep. not from them what society thinks and expects moved. After some altercation with the other

Well might the gazer deem that when, on all these matters; but fail not to show them passengers, the driver shut the coach door, and

Worn with the struggle and the strife, at the same time, where the fashions of the day left me within alone. Presently I heard a smack And heart-sick at the wrongs of men, would lead them wrong; where the laws of of the whip, and the horses started. I thought The good forsakes the scene of life;

Heaven and man's approving (though not alwe set off with a very easy pace, and was high

Like this deep quiet that, awhile,

ways submitting) reason, would always keep ly delighted to find myself sole possessor of the

Lingers the lovely landscape o'er,

them aright. inside of the coach, where I had expected to be

Shall be the peace whose holy smile

Let religion and morality be the foundation annoyed by the company of Mrs. Pickleton and

Welcomes him to a happier shore.

of the female character. The artist may then her seven children.

adorn the structure without any danger to its We travelled at so easy and comfortable a rate

GREAT MEN'S MOTHERS. that I fell into a doze, an infirmity to which 1

safety. When a girl is instructed on the great

Lord Bacon.—His mother was daughter to purposes of her existence; that she is an imam somewhat accustomed, though not in stage: Sir Anthony Cooke; she was skilled in many mortal being, as well as a mortal woman; you 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 1, ing a pamphlet in his defence, that first intro- rel. But we must never cease to remember that •Where are we?-1 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 roded 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:-- 1 yet ingenious maid, that while beauty attracts, CHOICE EXTRACTS. inherited from my father a certain sort of elo- its influence is transient, unless it presents itA NOON SCENE.

quence, 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 The quiet August noon is come,

culty of representing all that the imagination of a husband, the esteem of friends, and there A slumberous silence fills the sky,

can conceive, with energy and vivacity.”— spect of the world. The fields are still, the woods are dumb, Lord Erskine's mother was a woman of supe Show her that regularity of features and Io glassy sleep the waters lie.

rior talent and discernment; by her advice, her symmetry of form, are not essentials in the And mark yon soft white clouds, at rest son betook himself to the bar. Thomson ; Mrs, composition of the woman, whom the wise man

Above our vale, a moveless throng; Thomson was a woman of uncommon natural would select as the partner of his life. Seek, The cattle, on the mountain's breast, endowments, with a warmth and vivacity of im- as an example, some one of your less fair ac. Enjoy the grateful shadow long.

agination scarcely inferior to her son.-Boer- quaintance, whose sweet disposition, gentle Oh, how unlike those merry hours

haave's mother acquired a high knowledge of manners, and winning deportment render her In sunny June, when earth laughs out, medicine.-Sir Walter Scott; His mother, Eli- the delight of her kindred, the dear solace to When the fresh winds make love to flowers, And woodlands sing and waters shout.

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 When in the grass sweet voices talk,

good taste for, and wrote poetry, which appear-her few talents; and then call on her to culti And strains of tiny music swell

ed in print in 1789.- Napoleon's father was a vate her more extraordinary endowments to From every moss-cup of the rock, From every nameless blossom's bell.

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 But now, a joy too deep for sound,

Mornington, the father of the Wellesleys, was happiness in both worlds. To do this, requires A peace no other season knows, Hushes the heavens and wraps the ground

an excellent musician, and no more, but his lady that her aims should be virtuous, and the The blessing of supreme repose.

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.
Away! I will not be to-day
The only slave of toil and care!

babbler, but the mother was a singularly in-
Away from desk and dust!-away!
telligent person.—The fate of two of her sons

The Turkish Wife.-As naturalist to the embasI'll be as idle as the air.

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

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A PRIZE POEM-BY W. C. BRYANT.

was supposed to possess a knowledge of medicine, such cases, the friend and the zeal for virtue cannot In the days of our great grandfathers and 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

great grandmothers, when the intercourse of even where all were beautiful. She was a Turco- from the Literary Gazette:

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 haren,” 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 ihe court- honourable in human nature. We were the unde-home, to say to his wife, or daughter, or any yard, unul 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 difficult to have found a more handsome woman; her he is laid in his grave, to blast him forever by mys- genuine old fashioned mode of visiting, and albracelets 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 luis 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 as I had taken my place, she ordered her negresses such there is a possibility of defence; but there can

usages of their forefathers. to bring me coffee and a pipe, and stated her com- be no shield against the horribly vague denunciation

The first step towards refinement in this 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 calland 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 io 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 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, it 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 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 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

To this improvement succeeded cards, which ty smartly to go and order more coffee, and return man of the spirit and honour of Lady Byron could when she should send for him. He went out and have lived an hour with a man whom she knew to

the science of visiting. At first the name was 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- cireumstance imputed; and we do earnestly trust that all the various tastes as to size and shapes, Roand without even any thing to eal? 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 yery 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 quit this city, which I pray God to overthrow."- been obliged to name.

was intended to kill more than one bird with a Fontanier's Travels in ihe East,

stone, the card was disfigured by having one, 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 lan

guage. An inexperienced landsman, who was time, but as society extended, and large parFrom the New York American. appointed a petty officer on board of a man- ties became fashionable, it was found impossiLORD and Lady Brnox.-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. bundred 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 sion 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 “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 Nero desired the man might be punished. The other may sit in his chamber, and without stirring a 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. tion of the manuscripe critique, in which Mr. Moore Hear me.” He then came up and called out, But the visiting by cards has an advantage 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 Magazine.

In one case, as soon as the door is shut behind the censured parts of the book.

your back you are forgotten; out of sight, out The London Spectator, speaking of this contro

CARDING AT WASHINGTON, 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 candour and fairness; which he oddly enough, in from the “ Banner of the Constitution." llie social visiters of the family, and are thus 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 thered in your boekenser's here for. 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 cardbe 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

versy, says:

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 edi- tors, for the sake of their own characters, as well as sits to all whom they wish to see. We think, tor, hand and foot, with the shackles of indi

in justice to the respectable body of citizens whose that 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 vocation they have endeavoured to blacken, let them try, which would require no tariff law to give conscious independence.

publicly state their views, denying that on such it proper encouragement, and we should not To us, the secret threats and open denunci- grounds their votes in the senate were given. be surprised, some of these days, to see signs ations of a few burlesque tyrants are of no con

Well is it said by the New England Review, “If stuck up in various parts of this city,“ Visit- sequence, for we have a patronage that enables it be an object, that the American press should be ing by proxy done here."

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

to offices of trust, there will not be, ten years hence, 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. absurdities.-N. E. Review.

will become corrupt, and its influence either cease

altogether, or become a loathing and a pestilence in SPIRIT OF THE PRESS.

LITERARY PORT FOLIO. the land.” 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 THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 1830. 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-edi

The 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 proscribe the fraternity of editors, has excited on precisely the same ground as the rest of the into the people themselves—the great body of the community. Editors are servile because the the ire and met with the just reprehension of all telligent community. 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 tion.

of proscription, before which he bows with all the found fault with a contemporary, a few days preWe 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 pages of the National Gazette. good policy for Protestants to be continually which he himself belongs, must be on a level with 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;

TO E, M. G. infidels. Well—what was the consequence?- crib. The slaves of the south are dissatisfied that But sing thou only, of those ihat be; One of our Protestant readers-a man of some 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 colamns. 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. in point. A few weeks ago, a new steamboat

many instances the conductors of our public commenced running between this city and New

A more contemptible effusion than the above, never York, and we, in a paragraph of some dozen journals are mere instruments in the hands of de

found 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 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 disapNow with all this we find no fault—none at at private caucuses. In short, they would have all point some of our advertising friends-which they

will please excuse." 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”-wores! 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, Auencing 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

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