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mind bore lovely blossoms, but there followed in the end, like the scorpion surrounded by
no time of fruitage. Insufficient for himself, flames, it stung itself and died. Talent, lei-
he was desolate on the rock, terrified in the
sure, and money (when under the guidance
storm, sad even amongst the sunbeams; he of principle, three great ingredients in happi-
had the eagle's spirit, but he wanted the eagle'sness), became curses to Graves Hamilton; for,
wing. Vivian Stanhope's is not an overdrawn with impulses towards virtue, he despised the
or an unfrequent character, but one that the obligations of duty. His affections were a mine;
present state of society has a natural tendency precious things gleamed amidst its darkness,
to produce, one that we should more frequent- but wo to the being who trod its depths incau-
ly discover, were it less difficult to strip the tiously-sooner or later the fire-damp met him;
disguise that self-love wraps round every heart and, if his love was "strong as death," his
"jealousy was cruel as the grave." He spoke
one day, in the bitterness of his soul, worse of
the few friends whom his mad moods had not
estranged from him.

dren in quiet possession of a small two-roomed
cabin; the parish minister and parish priest con-
versing at the door, as to the best method of pro-
curing the industrious woman continued em-
ployment; and Hetta, Marianne, and Ellen (the
clergyman's daughters), busily engaged in ar-
ranging new noggins and plates, and all man-
ner of cottage furniture to their own sweet
taste; then farmer Corish gave Mrs. Clavery
a sack of potatoes-Master Ben engaged to
"teach" the children for nothing-Mrs. Cassi-
dy sent, as her offering, a fine fat little pig-aching from the same cause.
Mrs. Corish presented a motherly, well-edu-
cated goose, capable of bringing up a numerous
family respectably. Good Mr. Billy, as consi-
derate and worthy an old bachelor as ever
lived (how angry I am with good men for be-
coming old bachelors), sent her a setting hen
and seven eggs;-in short, the little cottage
and garden were stocked so quickly, and yet so
well, and the poor woman was so grateful that
she could hardly believe the reality of what
had occurred. Her kind friends at the Par-
sonage, however, saw that something more
was wanting to make their protegé perfectly
happy. What that was need tell? my lady
readers have surely guessed it already, and
even the gentlemen have found it out. The
clergyman, without acquainting Mrs. Clavery,
had written to his brother, mentioning all the
particulars, and begging Thomas's discharge;
the last post had brought him a letter, saying
that his request was granted.

"Self-torturing, vain enthusiast, what would
you have? what would you be?" said a friend
one day to this most interesting being.
"I would have distinction-I would do great
things."

Need I pursue my story farther?

ILLUSTRATIONS OF MELANCHOLY.

BY MISS JEWSBURY.

There is no misfortune that the world regards with so little sympathy, nay, is so much disposed to regard as the consequence of crime, and the associate of an infirm mind, as MELANCHOLY. Sorrow resulting from any outward and tangible cause, such as sickness, poverty, loss of friends, or loss of fame, is a totally dif ferent thing. This it can comprehend, and even tolerate But melancholy-habitual depression of spirits without apparent reasons-a current of mournful thoughts on the most mirthful occasions-a cast of mind in its very essence and construction prone to sad thoughts, if not gloomy ones-how should the world know any thing about the matter, or, if it did, do other than laugh at it?-Alas! alas! If ge. nius were but always wedded to good sense, and good sense could but always appreciate the sensibility of genius-if the mutual forbearance that would naturally ensue would produce more happiness than can be any thing but dreamed of-there would be very little mere melancholy left; refinement and cheer fulness would absolutely shake hands, and that combination of nerves and sympathies, popularly termed the poetical temperament, would cease to be Guatimózin's bed of roses!

The world is perfectly right in declaring that intellect ought not to make its possessor useless and melancholy; and it is certain that, unless connected with evil principles, or singularly unhappy circumstances, intellect of the highest order does neither the one nor the other. Inutility or morbid feeling are oftenest found in the lower grades of mind; for in intellect, as in politics, there is a tiers état. Genius has its buds as well as its full blown flowers, and it is on these buds that the canker worm oftenest seizes. It is only by reason of superior strength that the eagle defies the fowler; other birds have wings, and songs, and beauty, yet they perish in the snare. Shakspeare lived and was cheerful; Milton defied the "evil days and evil tongues;" Chatterton and Keats died broken-hearted. Vivian Stanhope, the subject of my first sketch, was born with the poetical temperament, and only just failed of being a poet; he had the heart of the nightingale, but he could not tune that "heart to song." He had the enthusiasm, the versatility, the passion, every thing that belongs to genius, but its mastering power. His

"Then attempt great things."
"And effect only little ones."

"Then be satisfied with the estimation you
already possess, and believe it to be what it is

-considerable."

"And worth nothing because it is not more."
Vivian, be honest--do, you deserve more?
Has the world been unjust to you?"
"No, no, no, my friend, and here lies the
secret cause of my melancholy-this is the
immedicable Marah."

"Not so, Vivian; humility would render the
waters no longer bitter. Dismiss all extrava-
gant desires of self-aggrandizement, and then
you would not sigh to see others preferred be-
fore you."

"I know," said he, "that I am wearing out, and that I am wearing out fast, but it is not time that is effecting the decay. If man bad no mind he might last as long as a tree or a stone-no, it is the conflict of opposing passions, the weight of self-reproach, the sight of injured friends, the past-alive only with accusations, the future-a desert that sends back no echo when I call-it is that future beyond its horizon-it is these things that wear me out, that dig my grave before I enter it."

"But this need not be; shake off the chains of evil habits-arouse those sleeping energies." "They are dead, and can the dead awake?" "Hamilton, it is your scepticism that deceives you; I grant all you say; you have wasted thirty years of life-squandered endowments that might have sufficed to make you great, wise, happy-but you may yet redeem the past by the use of the present; oh, my friend, hear that voice which even now says

from you like the grave clothes from Lazarus.”
"Wise! great! happy! Solomon was wise,
Solomon was great, was Solomon happy?"
"Yes, in measure and in degree, happy as:
an Archangel, whilst he adored the Infinite!-
whilst he sought the Schechinah!"

"And do I now? Oh you do not know me, not my heart I mean; I tell you the verdict of my own consciousness goes along with the ver dict of the world-I feel it-see it-know it--"Come forth, and all this burden shall fall writhe under it-ambition and inferior power jar together in my soul-and life is poisoned by the alternation of hope and fear, desire and dread. Every fresh mole hill I climb only reveals to ine fresh wilds immeasurably spread;' every competition I pass only brings the nearer those shall never pass-praise itself is bitter, for ten thousand deserve as much-af-milton, with a heavy sigh. "Tell these things. fection itself is bitter, for I am jealous lest that should be discovered of me that I know of myself; sleep, dreams, food-all is bitter. Those. who applaud me, do they mean it? Those who are silent-ah, what is not implied by their si lence."

"It will not, may not be," responded Hato the young; for me, it is too late; I have blighted my own spirit; my melancholy is the consequence of my own sin; my vision is distempered; I cannot see things in their right hue and aspect; my soul is endowed with second sight; I see every thing in its change Vivian, Vivian, beware! Better is half a and reverse; the bride in her weeds of widowtalent, exercised with modesty and thankful-bood; the launched ship in its hour of storm; ness, than the finest mind thus perverted by personal ambition, and corroded by unquiet, if not evil passions."

Vivian heard, but heeded not, and went on his way, a self-tormentor to the end. But melancholy, though generally peculiar to one kind of character, varies materially in its as pect, according to the circumstances that have occasioned its development, or the force of mind associated with imagination and sensibility. The melancholy of Graves Hamilton appeared a totally different quality from that of Vivian Stanhope. He had more pride, less vanity, and was less sensitive to opinion; his passions were fiercer, his mind more subtle and reflective, the whole character of a stronger sterner cast. He was consequently less amiable, and his melancholy was a "moody madness" rather than a deep sadness. It was bitter, wild, blighting, poisonous-a moral Upas tree, that killed every thing within its shadow. It was a sceptical melancholy, and, not satisfied with personal complaint, took dark views of human life in general. Its creed was comprised in one phrase "man was made to mourn." And now for the cause: Graves Hamilton had been a spoiled child, a flattered self-willed youth, a disappointed man. These were radical faults in his bringing up, and they perpetuated themselves when he became his own master. His prominent characteristics were Thought and Passion; but one uncultivated, and the other unrestrained, they drag. ged him along like a chariot yoked to wild horses. Energy, that might have attained the highest rank in the noblest professions, was merely devoted to the pursuit of pleasure, till

the happy innocent boy as the reckless broken-. hearted man! The worm and the windingsheet are every where! To me the world is a Golgotha, a valley of judgment, a highway for the pale horse and its ghastly rider, and my paradise is sleep!" Words were a sin; truth and reason theinselves vain; Graves Hamilton pursued his worldly pilgrimage "feeding on ashes," because "a deceived heart had turned him aside."

One other illustration and I have done. There has been tangible affliction in the case of Katherine Grey; but, even before she suffered, hers was a pensive spirit, one for sorrow to take deep root and flourish in. The rose has faded from her cheek, grey hairs are strewn amongst the brown; the jocund laugh is changed into a tender smile, and the bounding step into a matron's steady pace. Her tastes are contemplative; her views of life wear a sad-coloured livery; and there is a patient tranquil indifference to schemes that have reference beyond the passing day, which tells that the power of hoping is departed, and, with that, the desire of keen enjoyment. And yet her melancholy does "not so much resemnble darkness, as daylight that hath_died." The sable cloud has a silver lining. I spoke to her one day on the subject, and received this answer. "The shadow is of this world, the ray that brightens it is of the world to come; without that, I should be a weeping Niobe, useless to others, most wretched to myself. When I was young, having a romantic and reflective cast of mind, I cultivated melancholy, I was happy, and it diversified the sunshine of my existence, as agreeably as the

shadow of a tree the monotony of a lawn. | But, when strengthened by afflictions, melancholy fastened its fangs upon my heart, I found that the Laocoon afforded a just and dreadful image of its power. So now I culti vate cheerfulness, and consider happiness a virtue. I am yet too sombre hearted; the lake trembles even when the storm is past, but I am not desolate."

"But, my dear friend," said I, "you have no future."

"Pardon me," replied Katherine, a smile breaking the usual placidity of her countenance, it is the perpetual recognition of a future that keeps me as I am."

We sat together in a small trellised arbour, closely wreathed around with roses and flowering shrubs, that waved gently in the sunny air, while a thrush close by poured forth a loved and happy song. The breath of the

flowers was sweet as the breeze wafted it from their bosoms: the strain of the bird was sweet as it rose and fell in rich gushes on our ear; but sweeter still was the voice of my companion as she looked up to Heaven and said"My future is there."

Varieties.

Banian's Hospital for Animals at Serat-In 1823, the inmates of the hospital, or "Pinjra Pol," were principally buffalos and cows: there were also sheep and goats, cocks and hens; some of the latter had lost their feathers. There is no restriction upon the admission of animals into this institution, either as to species, number, or the place from whence they come. The most singular object in this establishment is a sort of wooden house, about twenty-five feet long, on the left hand in entering, having a boarded floor elevated about eight feet from the ground, and this space serves as the depository for the grain which gives birth to and supports a host of vermin, so dense that the contents of this receptacle have no longer the appearance of grain, but that of a living mass, comprising all the vari

ous genera usually found in the abodes of squafid misery. The persons belonging to the hospital strongly deny the fact, so generally believed in Europe, of pious Hindoos devoting themselves voluntarily to afford a night's en tertainment to these delightful guests; and a medical gentleman, who accompanied the author during his visit, declared his conviction that no human being could survive for one night under the close and unremitting attention which he would be sure to receive in such a resting place. Similar institutions, Lieut. Burnes states, are to be met with in almost all the large towns on the western side of India; and at Aryar, in Cutch, he saw an establishment of rats, above 5,000 in number, kept in a temple and regularly fed with flour procured by a tax upon the revenues of the city.

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Miraculous Escape.-As R. W. Hughes, Esq. of the civil service, was recently proceeding to Goruckpore, he was induced, on his arrival at Patna, to visit the Golah, an edifice constructed under Mr. Hastings' administration, for the purpose of holding provisions. Having reached the summit, an elevation of about 150 feet, Mr. Hughes unfortunately lost his balance, and was precipitated to the ground with the greatest rapidity; but strange to say, sustained no injury whatever, having alighted on his feet. Mr. H. immediately walked to his boat, and proceeded to his destination.

On viewing a Monument erected to the Memory of Bishop Heber, of Calcutta, in St. John's Church, Canandaigua.

Why falls the tear in silent sorrow shed?-
Why weep the great and good o'er Heber dead?
Why bid the voice of Fame his merits raise,
Or the cold heartless marble speak his praise?
Poor is the praise such trifling tribute gives,
And vain these offerings-for Heber lives-

Lives, not alone upon his native land,
Or glowing India's wide extended strand;
Where'er on earth to sinful man 'tis given
Thro' Christ to seek the mercy seat of Hea-
ven

With pious prayers, his memory is wreathed,
His virtues honour'd, and his spirit breath'd;
But sure, if spirits bless'd on earth may roam,
His hovers fondly round his native home;
Still warms the breasts of those his heart ap-
prov'd,

And Her's the most, whom most on earth he lov'd;

Still live those deeds, which angels chaunt above,

His deeds of goodness, charity, and love-
Of him we mourn then, (like Elijah) tell
"The saint ascended, but his mantle fell.-"
January 1st, 1830.

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Within the temple slept the child-
The after prop of Israel's fame--
When o'er his slumbers, calm and mild,
The summons of Jehovah came.
The call was made-the child awoke,-
With beating heart and bended knee
The future judge and prophet spoke-
"Speak, for thy servant heareth thee."
Oh! when we hear Jehovah's voice
Breaking the slumber of the soul-
So may we rise, and so rejoice--

So bend our will to His control.
His summons call us even now;

Oh! may our instant answer be"Father, to thy decrees we bow: Speak, for thy servants list to thee.".

HOPE.

What is Hope?-the beauteous sun,
Which colours all it shines upon;
The beacon of life's dreary sea,
The star of immortality!
Fountain of feelings young and warm:
A daybeam bursting through the storm,
A tone of melody whose birth
Is, oh! too sweet-too pure for earth!
A blossom of that radiant tree
Whose fruit the angels only see!
A beauty and a charm whose power
Is seen enjoyed-confessed-each hour!
A portion of that world to come,
When earth and ocean meet the last o'er-
whelming doom!

THE EVENING HOUR.
The sun is slumbering on the lea,
The birds have sought their rest;
And the pale moon-rays silently

Beam o'er the sea-foam's crest.
And scarce a sound breaks on the ear,
So stilly seems the air,
Save when in whispers soft and clear
Some seraph's gentle voice we hear

Say, 'tis the hour of prayer!..
The hour of prayer! Alas, how few
When day to darkness bows,
Remember they, like midnight dew,
That damps the leafless boughs,
Must soon forget that dark and light
Will be to them as one,
And that this world will be as night,
And they no longer feel delight,

When beams the noon-day sun!
It is, indeed, the hour of prayer,
And grant, Almighty God,
That while I breathe this nether air
I ne'er forget thy rod.
Tho' thou art merciful, may I

Presume not on thy grace,
But for thy heavenly favour sigh,
And both by word and action try

To reach thy children's place
In heaven!-That I may find life there,
My days, my years are one long prayer!

The Literary Port Folio has been transferred to Mr. Jesper Harding, to whom all debts due for the work are to be paid, and to whom all communications concerning it should be addressed.

The former publisher and editor parts with this little work with regret; but he finds the claims of the Museum, (the circulation of which is continually increasing,) very heavy upon his time and attention; and that work is so important a part of his business, that he intends to devote himself in a great degree to it, in order that it may continue to deserve the favour which has been so liberally bestowed upon it.

Mr. Harding has promised that the Literary Port Folio shall continue to be conducted with the same care which has heretofore been given to it, and as the gentleman who will attend to the editorial department is expérienced and skilful, it is hoped that the subscribers will find the interest of the paper increased.

E. L. May 28th, 1830.

THE LITERARY PORT FOLIO.

It is intended that this journal shall contain such a variety of matter as may make it acceptable to ladies as well as to gentlemen; to the young as well as to the old. While we shall take care that nothing be admitted which would render the work unfit for any of these classes, we shall endeavour to procure for it sufficient ability to entitle it to the attention of all of them. To these ends we have secured an abundant supply of all foreign and domestic journals and new books-and we ask the assistance of all who are qualified to instruct or amuse the public. Upon this assistance we depend in a great degree for our hopes of success, for however the abundant stores to which we have access, may enable us to supply matter highly interesting to our readers, we think it of even more importance to give them something peculiarly adapted to the present time and circumstances; someCHARLES SWAIN. thing from home.

No. 22.

annum.

proportion for a larger number.

POETRY.

STANZAS.-BY J. G. BRAINARD.
On the lake of young life is a fairy boat,

Like the sweet new moon in a summer sky;
Through a calm of brightness it seems to float,
And in light and beauty its course to ply.
As sudden as a cricket's spring
Its feathery paddles dip the seas,
As gaily as the hum-birds wing

Its sails arrest the scented breeze;
And pennons bright and streamers gay
Flutter above the diamond spray,
As the keel cuts its wimpling way.
A little boy-they call him Love

With dimpled cheek and sunny brow,
And pinions like a nestling dove,

Sits laughing on the fairy prow. And one, as rosy bright as he,

Bearing his torch of purest light, With more of joy and less of glee,

PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 3,

Miss

1830.

Published every Thursday by JESPER HARDING, 36 Car-haps longer, for Irish watches and certain people individual person, the accomplishments of Briareus ter's Alley, and 74 South Second Street. Price, $250 per lose half an hour in that time,) when a conversation and Argus. It is London diminished. No place Agents who procure and forward payment for four sub-arising between two gentlemen, who had just enter- like it to take the nonsense out of you." The first scribers, shall receive the fifth copy for one year; and so in ed, respecting the identity of the small foot that was person singular is, to all but itself, a very indifferent patting the floor violently within the curtain, they pronoun. Nobody cares there whether you "cock fell to tossing over the gloves again, and selecting a your thumb" or no. Fanny Wright is no lion in pair hastily, the lady took the gentleman's arm and Broadway, and the frugal House-wife might eat her left the shop. hard gingerbread," and swear that it was "nice" (I wish I dare tell you the pretty uncontradicted. name those two black lines stands for-but it's a How different from Boston! Here, every body true story, and of course you know I can't; so till I knows every body and his business. You cannot stir see you where I can whisper it in your ear, we'll without feeling your importance. A very little call her, if you please, Cecile.) Cecile, then, was stranger makes a "very splendid tiger," and a pea belle of two winter's standing. I hate description culiar tie in a cravat gives you a three months' imin a real story, and so I'll just say, that she was a mortality. Your birth, religion, early history, finan sort of Aurora-Raby-looking beauty, (don't look for ces, and probabilities of distinction transpire with the description, Miss, it's a naughty book, Don Juan,) your arrival. "Good society," at the same time, dark eyed, dark haired, and with the foot and hand doubts while it discusses you, and though you are of a Peri. She was a glorious little creature, a real the cynosure of all eyes, you are suspected to be a angel by candle-light, and by day-light something rogue till you are known, by better than nature's between Honour.O'Hara, Fenella and Di Vernon, authority, to be a gentleman. The shop-keepers but twice as lovely as either. The men adored her are professedly honest, street smoking is disreputa and the women, (nothing hates like a woman) were ble, small feet and French slippers are not much eating their hearts up about her. They abused her worn, and the Tremont is the finest hotel, and Dudtout-a-tout. They said she was not stylish, (that's ley the daintiest frizeur in the known world. For the word, since genteel is exploded,) but, like other society, the belles are slightly blue, the suppers exangels, she was a sort of witch, and knew the fashions quisite as a dream, and the beaux honest gentlemen a month before the milliners. They said she was traders, innocent of puns and neckclothiana, and proud, but pride is bewitching in a woman whose lip good subjects for matrimony. Literary people die is pretty. They said she was a flirt, and sarcastic, of the digito monstrari. Fanny Wright is held proand couldn't read without spelling, but on these fane, and lady editors beat theat Billingsgate. points, tout le monde et sa sœur had a different opin- Virtue here deprives no man of "cakes and ale." them--and that reminds me to go on with my story. lish is preferred to bad French, and the pale of Uniion. Nothing would do; she was a belle in spite of Whiskers are no letters of introduction. Good EngCecile, I was saying, had been a belle for two tarianism is the limit of gentility. winters-that is to say, within that number of sea- We have a great mind, since we are "i' the vein,” sons she had refused the three "fine men," (there to show up Philadelphia, with its comical contradicare never more at a time,) and provoked, beyond en- tions-its rectangular streets, and its graceful wodurance, the three hundred fine women, (of whom men-its excessively dressed dandies, and its decent may be any quantity.) She had worn what she Quakers-its strict religion, and its European luxufancied, and the milliners had not resented it—said ry. We should like to sketch Baltimore, gay and what she chose and visited where she pleased, and wicked, and Charleston, learned and aristocratic, and cut all stupid people, authentic or not-and still the all the places and people in this salmagundi of a namen swore (and the women admitted because they tion-but-we were talking of Cecile." swore) that she was divine. Like another great con- She was, as I said before, tired of every thing about queror, however, she soon exhausted her material, her. She got up in the morning, and could not think and wept for new worlds. The same eternal beaux why she should be at the trouble of dressing. She kept at the same eternal distance the same eternal walked, dined, dressed again, dissipated, and went vows from the same eternal whiskers-the same to bed, wondering, with the naivete of a seraph, why eternal day-light and candle-light, with their same such a stupid world should have been created. It eternal walks, suppers, and dances-it was too much was at this crisis of things that Mr. Hyperion St. for even angelic patience-Cecile was ennuyee a John, the very eidolon of a cravat, joined her, as usual, one morning, in Broadway. He was the best And who wonders? Who, that has made a cam-specimen of his class, and, having borne the caprices paign of fashion in the city of Gotham, wonders, of my lady with more constant bienseance than his at a feeling of toujours perdrix, at the very sound of fellows, stood rather the first in her graces. She its name, forever after? Broadway is well enough, took his arm very much as one leans upon a fence in but who loves to look at a panorama? The parties June, and lounged down toward the battery, listenare brilliant-but who loves to make one of a belle's cordon, composed of every nation, and speaking month, listens to the running by of a stream. ing to his exquisitisms as one, in the same idle every language under heaven? or, to maintain a Hyperion had never seen her in so unoffensive a monologue to a pale, exhausted, over-dressed crea- mood. He laid his forefinger against his dickey, to ture, who would rather die than be at the trouble of

Trims the gay bark, and shapes aright
The course, as they distance to weather and lee
The scud of the sky and the foam of the sea.
Two forms are their lading, two hearts are their care,
And precious the charge that they joy to convey
The young and the happy, the brave and the fair,
Have sped on their journey, how blithely away!
But as the moon, which shone but now
A silver streak of heavenly light,
With added glory on her brow

Now nobly walks the queen of night—
And firmly moves, though clouds arise,
By storm and tempest fiercely driven,
Shrouding the blue and starry skies,

And darkening all the lights of heaven-
Thus sped the boat; each wale became
Of strong and more enduring frame,
And sternly to the sweeping blast
Stood out the tall and gallant mast.
That boy has strength and courage high,
And manhood lights with thought his eye;
And he, the pilot, sits demure

In dignity, serene, secure,

Yes, all have left their brightness now,

A brighter hope is on each brow;

No fancied chart, of fairy bays

And elfin isles, directs their ways

A heavenly guide sits kindly there,

Directing the course of the brave and the fair.
In yon blessed place be their anchor cast,
And holy the haven they find at last.

SELECT TALES.

THE ELOPEMENT.

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mort!

Mr.

a sentence? Then the eternal oysters pickled and preserve its integrity, while he should look round at her face, and Cecile, at that moment having dropOne sauntering, sunshiny summer's day, soon af- stewed, stewed and pickled, (the only variety seen ped her head to watch, for want of better amuseter the introduction of Berlin iron ornaments and at a party through the season,) with a salad concoct-ment, the gliding in and out of her own lovely feet, sleeves a la gigot, (I like to date by great epochs,) ed a la Goth, rolled into the rooms upon round it suddenly occurred to him that it was very like there stood at Fontaine's counter-No.-Broadway, tables, and rolled out again, before he who eats like what he had heard called "a symptom"-his curri (you know the shop, lady, I dare swear,) a gentle- a Christian could select and transfix one of proper cle to a jarvey, the lady was in love with him! man in whiskers, (then a little ultra,) and a lady in proportions, and the pink champaign, sweet and With a silent blessing on Wheeler, (he had the French slippers, (then a rare article.) They were sickish; and the short, ill-cravated, indigenous beaux, grace to remember who made him,) he rallied his tossing over together, with looks of profound atten- and the tall, discontented-looking exotics-stereo- brains, (which, having rarely been rallied before, tion, a heap of some thousand gloves of every de-typed Manuel heads crowding upon the eye like the did not readily obey,) and remembering, that in all scription, which had been accumulating from every multiplications of an incubus, and the slavish simi- the stories he had read, the next to love was elopequarter of the store for the last half hour, without larity of every article of dress to its neighbourment, he coolly, as if it was a matter in course, begany approach, which the astonished shopman could Bennett fast asleep over his cremona, and cotillions ged to know whether she would prefer his bays or discover, to the satisfaction of the lady's taste, or dancing upon two feet square-who, we again ask, his gray's on the first stage of the journey. The dithe gentleman's approval. An immense piece of in the name of the foul fiend, would not of such a version of this subject startled Cecile from her casdamaged barege, hanging in a festoon across the cor- routine tire and sicken? tle building. She looked up, and seeing the unwontner in which they stood, screened them from the Far be it from me, however, to indite an unquali-ed smile of satisfaction on the face of her admirer, notice of the passing customers; and when at last fied phillippic against the metropolis of our land. repeated his question twice over to herself before they had rejected every glove in the shop, and the There is no place this side the water which gathers she quite comprehended him. Her first thought imperturbable little fellow in a bandanna cravat stood so much of the rich and rare-no place where the was "how absurd!"-her second, "how refreshleaning with his two hands on the counter, and look-feet of the women are smaller, or the enterprise of ing!" Here was a novelty! The world had not ing silently on the three hours' work they had made the men more laudable-none where the pave is so quite come to an end. She could do something she him, they quietly turned their backs upon him, and brilliantly thronged, the simple more dexterously had never done before. Run away!-the thought drawing farther into their sheltered position, con- enlightened, and the plethora of the pocket more was heavenly. She thanked the gods as she turned tinued their discussion of colours, (or some other speedily relieved-none, in short, where there are on her heel, and retracing their steps up Broadway, equally interesting topic,) with increased earnestness. united such foci of people and things, or where one they stopped to arrange matters more conveniently They had been thus occupied twenty minutes, (per- may learn faster the necessity of combining, in his at Fontaine's-where our story found them.

Cecile rose from the table at 6 o'clock that after-p noon, leaving her papa dosing over his Moselle and shuff-box, and ringing for her maid, ordered a trunk and bandboxes into her dressing room. She then turned the key, and laying her dresses all out upon chairs, sofa and fauteuil, selected two or three of the prettiest, (a plain white one among them,) and folded them in the trunk. She threw in next two or three handsful of cameos, coral necklaces, and other necklaces, and other ornaments-some indefinite articles of dress, a muslin night-cap, and a vinai

That overhang the deep;
Thou'lt shriek for aid! my feeble arm
Shall hurl thee from the brink,
And when thou wak'st in wild dismay,
Thy curse will be-to think!

From Milman's History of the Jews.
TEMPLE OF JERUSALEM.

ITS DESTRUCTION BY FIRE, UNDER TITUS.

neighbouring hills were lighted up; and dark groups of people were seen watching in horrible anxiety the progress of the destruction; the walls and heights of the upper city were crowded with faces, some pale with the agony of despair, others scowling unavailing vengeance. The shouts of the Roman soldiery, as they ran to and fro, and the howlings of the insurgents who were perishing in the flames, mingled with

grette to be used in the fainting scene-next, a pair darkened in the Jewish calender by the de-dering sound of falling timbers. The echoes It was on the 10th of August, the day already the roaring of the conflagration and the thunof French slippers and a Bible-and, last, a lovely

French apron of a new pattern, with which she in-truction of the former Temple by the King of of the mountains replied, or brought back the tended to astonish her lord at the first breakfast sub- Babylon; it was almost passed. Titus withdrew shrieks of the people on the heights; all the sequent to the ceremony. Having chosen her pret-again into Antonia, intending the next morning walls resounded with screams and wailings; tiest hat, and laid it aside, every thing was complete, to make a general assault. The quiet summer men, who were expiring with famine, rallied and she threw herself upon the sofa to dream away the time till the arrival of the note from Mr. St. John, evening came on; the setting sun shone for the their remaining strength to utter a cry of anannouncing the hour when his bays would be at the last time on the snow-white walls and glisten- guish and desolation.

door.

ing pinnacles of the Temple roof. Titus had The slaughter within was even more dreadI shall not attempt to describe the dream, because retired to rest; when suddenly a wild and terri- ful than the spectacle from without. Men and the lady did not attempt it herself in telling me the ble cry was heard, and a man came rushing in, women, old and young, insurgents and priests, story. It was, no doubt, like all city visions of matrimony, a long vista, closed in the blue distance by announcing that the Temple was on fire. Some and those who fought and those who intreated a four story brick house and iron railings, a servant of the besieged, notwithstanding the repulse in mercy, were hewn down in indiscriminate carin livery cleaning the door-plate, and a child in a the morning, had sallied out to attack the men nage. The numbers of the slain exceeded that pink frock and white pantalettes, playing in the ve- who were employed in extinguishing the fires of the slayers. The legionaries had to clamber randah. The arrival of the note, whatever it was, about the cloisters. The Romans not merely over heaps of dead, to carry on the work of put a stop to it very effectually. It was written on drove them back, but entering the sacred space extermination. John, at the head of some of rose paper, and, being June, sealed with a cameo with them, forced their way to the Temple. A his troops, cut his way through, first into the wafer. The first sentence or two, being sentiment, Cecile passed over till the second perusal. The es- soldier, without orders, mounting on the shoul-outer court of the Temple; afterwards into the sential part of it was the naming of the hour, and ders of one of his comrades, threw a blazing upper city. Some of the priests upon the roof glancing her eye down, she read, "I shall be at the brand into a gilded small door on the north side wrenched off the gilded spikes, with their door, in my kurrikle"-it was quite enough. To of the chambers, in the outer building or porch. sockets of lead, and used them as missiles run away with a man that couldn't spell!-oh, no! The flames sprung up at once. She took her pen and wrote a note declining the ho- tered one simultaneous shriek, and grasped fled to a part of the wall, about 14 feet wide; The Jews ut- against the Romans below. Afterwards they nour, rang for her maid, dressed and went to a party. Six months after, she took matrimony, (as the their swords with a furious determination of re- they were summoned to surrender; but two of doctors phrase it,)"the natural way," and when I venging and perishing in the ruins of the Tem- them, Mair, son of Belgo, and Joseph, son of saw her last, was the loveliest of Madonnas, in an ple. Titus rushed down with the utmost speed; Dalia, plunged headlong into the flames. oiled silk apron, getting very learned in corals and he shouted, he made signs to his soldiers to No part escaped the fury of the Romans. The teeth-cutting. Amer. Mon. Mag. quench the fire; his voice was drowned, and treasuries, with all their wealth of money, jewels, his signs unnoticed, in the blind confusion. The and costly robes-the plunder which the zealots legionaries either could not, or would not hear; had laid up-were totally destroyed-nothing they rushed on, trampling each other down in remained but a small part of the outer cloister, their furious haste, or stumbling over the in which 6,000 unarmed and defenceless people, crumbling ruins, perished with the enemy. with women and children, had taken refuge. Each exhorted the other, and each hurled his These poor wretches, like multitudes of others, blazing brand into the inner part of the edifice, had been led up to the Temple by a false prophet, and then hurried to the work of carnage, The who had proclaimed that God commanded all unarmed and defenceless people were slain in the Jews to go up to the temple, where he would thousands; they lay heaped, like sacrifices, display his Almighty power to save his people. round the altar; the steps of the temple ran with The soldiers set fire to the building; every soul streams of blood, which washed down the perished. bodies that lay about.

CHOICE EXTRACTS.

From Blackwood's Magazine for April. THE FORSAKEN TO THE FALSE ONE. BY THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.

I dare thee to forget me!

Go wander where thou wilt,

Thy hand upon the vessel's helm,
Or on the sabre's hilt;

Away! thou'rt free! o'er land and sea,
Go rush to danger's brink!

But oh, thou canst not fly from thought!
Thy curse will be-to think!
Remember me! remember all-
My long enduring love,
That linked itself to perfidy;
The vulture and the dove!
Remember in thy utmost need,
I never once did shrink,
But clung to thee confidingly;
Thy curse shall be-to think!
Then go! that thought will render thee
A dastard in the fight,

That thought, when thou art tempest-tost,
Will fill thee with affright!

In some wild dungeon may'st thou lie,
And, counting each cold link
That binds thee to captivity,

Thy curse shall be to think!

Go seek the merry banquet-hall,
Where younger maidens bloom,
The thought of me shall make thee there
Endure a deeper gloom;

That thought shall turn the festive cup
To poison while you drink,
And while false smiles are on thy cheek,
Thy curse will be-to think!
Forget me! false one, hope it not!
When minstrels touch the string,
The memory of other days

Will gall thee while they sing;
The airs I used to love will make
Thy coward conscience shrink,
Aye, ev'ry note will have its sting-
Thy curse will be-to think!
Forget me! No, that shall not be!
I'll haunt thee in thy sleep,

In dreams thou'lt cling to slimy rocks

Titus found it impossible to check the rage of the soldiery; he entered with his officers, and Portrait of Bolivar.-The countenance of this person is daring, his eyes lively, his skin dry and surveyed the interior of the sacred edifice. The yellow, his hair crispy, his body slender, and very splendour filled them with wonder; and as the bony. He possesses sufficient capacity to conceive flames had not yet penetrated to the holy place, and combine ideas with much promptitude, and at he made a last effort to save it, and springing the same time to receive a multitude of impressions forth, again exhorted the soldiers to stay the sions violent; thence arises that liability, a boyish without. His imagination is enthusiastic, his pasprogress of the conflagration. The centurion, weakness, of divulging his thoughts; and an impetuLiberalis, endeavoured to force obedience with osity of explication without regard to decency, good his staff of office; but even respect for the Em-breeding or religion, in phrases low and offensive to peror gave way to the furious animosity against those with whom he speaks, especially inferiors. the Jews, to the fierce excitement of battle, crimes against his country, which he seeks to load Impolitic enterprise, stupid errors, and enormous and to the insatiable hope of plunder. The sol- with a heavy yoke, for the fame of the hero, who diers saw every thing around them radiant with thinks himself superior to Napoleon, and above comgold, which shone dazzlingly in the wild light parison with Washington, He wishes to obtain his of the flames; they supposed that incalculable end by intrigue and force. His imagination carries treasures were laid up in the sanctuary. A him from object to object, and from plan to plan, soldier, unperceived, thrust a lighted torch be- and does not permit him to execute with deliberation, what he has conceived with audacity. His rultween the hinges of the door; the whole build-ing passion is absolute command. He spares nothing ing was in flames in an instant. The blinding to obtain it; but he pretends always that he detests smoke and fire forced the officers to retreat, it. His obstinacy is unequalled, and he becomes and the noble edifice was left to its fate. more excited the more his plans are opposed. He

It was an appalling spectacle to the Roman, frequently changes his plans. He lives in a state what was it to the Jew? The whole summit of which make him view with disgust at one moment, of continual agitation, always inflamed by passions, the hill, which commanded the city, blazed like what he had embraced the moment before. But that a volcano. One after another the buildings fell which excites him most, is his arrangements to comin with a tremendous crash, and were swal-pass the dominion to which he aspires and sacrifices lowed up in the fiery abyss. The roofs of cedar all things. were like sheets of flame; the gilded pinnacles mises, social obligations, humanity and religion are Justice, public good, private rights, keeping proshone like spires of red light, the gate towers held in contempt by him, when they do not minister sent up tall columns of flame and smoke. The to his ambitious aims, and much more when they

stand in his way. It is very probable that he may stature, with dark grayish hair, and eyes which oc- side and hearth are entitled to a high rank. be carried off by some violent disorder; at any casionally remind one of the expression of his pic- And yet if the man and wife both prefer the rate, the date of his exit will probably be antici- ture. Dinner time passed very agreeably, and many

pated in consequence of the war which he has a glass of rare Falnerian was drank to the healths same corner, there may be quarrelling for the declared against Peru, and his own countrymen in of the giver, and the lady of the feast. After coffee possession. While the cheerful fire blazes on Colombia, who, instead of lamenting, would cele-all retired to the drawing room, where wit and ge- the hearth, and invites to social harmony and brate his death, in which all the states of America nius shone in conversation, with scarcely less spirit comfort, the sparks of conjugal disagreement are interested, particularly the Peruvians, who, in than in print. The Irvings were both in an excel- may arise, pouting may ensue, cool words may the imitation of the Israelites, would raise the song lent vein, especially Washington, whose archery in- follow, short answers may succeed, hard names variably took effect without wounding its object.

of the destruction of Pharaoh and all his host.

Spirit of Contemporary Prints.

FOREIGN SKETCHES.

There was apparently nothing of the pride of au- may be called, criminations may take place, sometime afterwards, we were asked by an Ameri- may be the consequence. Unluckily there is thorship in his manner. Alluding to this party recriminations may enter in, and pulling caps can merchant in London "if Mr. Washington Ir- but one right and one left corner to a fire-place; ving did not fall asleep at the dinner table?" We of course, a similarity of tastes in the married We shall never forget the night we entered Paris. replied "that he had too many eyes about him."-pair must find it exceedingly difficult to be It was dark and gloomy, with nothing but a lamp Boston Commentator. suspended here and there in the middle of the street, gratified. But if the happy couple are endowto give one an idea of one of the most splendid cities in the world. The rumbling noise of the Diligence the name of Jackson, who acknowledged that he had will be satisfied with one corner and the wife A Prison Anecdote.—An accomplished villain, by ed with different tastes, so that the husband over the pavement, only served to render the English grumbletonians more surly than ever, while been in most of the jails of the United States, was with the other, there will be no left corner, and we seemed to be driven along through narrow streets, delphia. He gave much trouble, and at length es- and comfortable in one nook, smoking his pipe sentenced to hard labour for several years in Phila- all will be right. The husband may sit snug lanes, and alleys, as if by a destiny beyond our control. At length, we were set down at the Hotel caped over the wall, He was pursued to Maryland, and roasting his shins to his heart's content; Montmorency, Rue St. Marc, an establishment re- and on his way back escaped again. He was finally commended to us by some American friends in Lon-retaken and lodged in the cells, where full of health, while in the other his wife may mend a shirt, don. The hostess, Madame David, we found a very boasted of his resolution, and of the impossibility of cookery; and both man and wife be as happy and with the high tone of a veteran in crime, he ply the knitting needle, or read a treatise on agreeable woman, who conversed fluently in English subduing his spirit, or of effecting any change in as the happiest. and French, and gave us the gratifying assurance, that our food should be served a la mode de Paris. him. But after having been confined for some time, But if we were allowed to peep behind the or a la mode de Angleterre. Retaining our old par- he took occasion when the inspectors were going an alteration in his deportment became evident, and curtains, perhaps we should find that a similaritialities, we bespoke the latter, and accordingly our breakfast table was furnished the next morning with through the prison, to enter into conversation, and ty of tastes might cause uncomfortable nights beefstake, eggs, rolls, and butter, exactly in the inquired how an old comrade in iniquity, who had as well as disagreeable days. If the conjugal style to which we had been accustomed. We were cells. The reply was, that, "he promised to behave the left side of the bed, instead of pleasant long been confined, had obtained release from the pair should both happen to prefer the right or sadly puzzled to know why there was such a dispar well, and that he had been put upon his honour." dreams, the night might be spent in most unity of size between the coffee-pot and cream-pitcher; Would you trust mine?" he rejoined. "Yes," it the latter absolutely looked the former into insignificance; it was not crockery ware, earthen ware, or britannia ware, but a simple tin vessel with a long nose turned up, looking for all the world like a repository for hot coffee.

leased, went cheerfully to work, behaved with pro-
was said, if he would pledge it. He did so, was re- pleasant altercations. As thus:
"My dear, you know I prefer the right side
priety during the remainder of his time, and has of the bed."
never returned. Sat. Bulletin.

SIMILARITY OF TASTES.
Jack Prime could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so betwixt them both,
They licked the platter clean.

OLD SONG.

"And, my dear, you know I prefer the right side of the bed."

"My dear! Don't call me dear, without you can use me better, I beg on ye."

“O, very well, my dear, I did'nt mean any thing by it."

"That's the way you always treat me, so it is, you barbarous man. I'll break my heart." "But I'm determined you shant break mine and so if you please, I'll go to sleep." Sleep may possibly visit the eyes of the fond

Our first object after our arrival was to call on Mr. Wells, the banker, an American gentleman, whose urbane and hospitable deportment we shall never cease to remember. Mr. Wells then resided in a large and splendid mansion Rue Vivienne, which was open at all times to those Americans who sojourned in Paris. It was here, at a dinner party, we had the pleasure of meeting and becoming acquainted with our unknown travelling companion in It is the prevailing opinion, that the man and the Brighton steam packet, and from whom, by the woman, in order to be happy in married life, by, we parted with the conviction that he was some should possess the same or similar tastes. But New York merchant on a trading expedition. The that this opinion is very far from being correct, pair. But alas! it must be uncomfortable to go party was composed entirely of Americans, many of them Bostonians, with whom it was a treat to renew it requires very little observation or force of to sleep with words of discord on their lipsrecollections of other days. reasoning to decide. Apart from the sublime and all, because they happen to possess a taste The charms of Paris were described with the en- and venerable stanza, which we have quoted for the same side of the bed. We would not, thusiasm of a native. Have you been to the Opera?' above, it is evident that where the tastes of indeed, aver that such a thing is likely to hap said one; 'Have you seen Talma and Mademoiselle Mars? quoth another. Have you visited the gal- there is barely enough for one, there may be once in a century, it would help to strengthen two persons are fixed on the same article, and pen very often; but if it should take place but lery of the Louvre?' inquired a third; Have you viewed the palace of the Thuilliries? asked a fourth; quarrelling and jangling for its possession. On our arguments in favour of dissimilarity of have you descended the cemetery of the catacombs, the contrary, where the tastes are different, tastes between the married couple.

or visited the burial ground of the Pere la chaise?" there is greater chance of both being gratified. We might very easily extend this article, but said a fifth; 'you have doubtless been to St. Cloud In a turkey or chicken there are two kinds we hope our readers, who are about to take to

and Versailles? quoth a sixth, and so following, of meat, the white and the brown. Ladies themselves partners for life" for better or till we verily believe we were compelled to give an answer to every one present. Fortunately there usually prefer the former, the gentlemen the for worse"-are resolved in their own minds were no ladies in the drawing room, to have super- latter, as is sufficiently obvious to any body to have no "worse" about it, and therefore added their inquiries to those of the other sex; for who has paid the least attention to the subject. will attend seriously to the consideration of at that time we had been in Paris only three days," Madam, what part shall I help you to?" "A tastes. Our design was merely to give them and had just discovered that we stood upon our own piece of the breast, sir, if you please." legs. At length, our hostess, who is one of the most what part would you prefer?" "The side bone, to the wise is sufficient-and that if they will "Sir, a few hints-knowing as we do, that a word elegant and accomplished women in Paris, entered the apartment, and was introduced to the guests; if convenient-or if not, the upper joint of the not be convinced by what we have said, aided immediately after which, the dinner room was leg." Such are the answers of the different by their own reflections, they would not profit thrown open, and we took our seats at the table; our sexes. And the inference is, that Nature, in if we should write a volume.-N. Y. Constel hostess and her sister occupying the centre. There was a vacant plate and chair between them, which matrimonial connexions, and by constituting forming certain kinds of poultry, had an eye to lation. remained unappropriated several minutes; when suddenly a door opened. Mr. Washington Irving was both brown and white meats in the same fowl, announced, and having bowed to the company, and intended to provide against the miseries of con- Madam Royall.-We have not heard of this given us a lively glance of recognition, placed him-jugal strife. This adaptation of meats to the Queen of literature and refinement for a long time self in the vacant chair. Had the accomplished au- taste is particularly convenient in the matter of until we saw a pretty warmly peppered article in thor of the Sketch Book' really dropped from the clouds, we could not have been more amazed than for two, the husband and wife may sip their scribes her figure' as that of a hatter's block on a a chicken, which affording exactly a breakfast the Montgomery (Alabama) Planter's Gazette, announcing her arrival in that place. The editor dewe were at that moment. We had been previously introduced to Mr. Peter Irving, who then sat on coffee, eat their toast, and pick their chicken whiskey barrel,' and 'her eye' as a 'fiery orb,' our right hand; but how to account for the presence bones, without ever making them a bone of which glows upon you with an expression intending of Washington Irving in the person whom we had contention. to denote vast condescension. seen on board the steamer, puzzled us in the extreme. The short pepper and salt coat, was ex- the most valuable gifts of fortune may be turn-and that she alone has preserved them from being By too great a similarity of tastes, some of She says, she is a 'people's woman,' (which, we suppose, means a woman for the people's money,) changed for a beautiful brown, and a plain vest, for

a rich velvet, from which was suspended a brilliant ed to bitterness and strife. Among the enjoy- duped and hoodwinked; that, 'poor things,' they set of watch trinkets. He is below the middle ments of human life, the comforts of the fire-sit idle and gaping, while the designing and insidi

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