There are while human miseries abound The following anecdote of M. Scudery

A thousand ways to waste superfluous.

wealth,

Without one fool or flatterer at your board,

Without one hour of sickness or disgust.

But for one end, one much neglected

use

Are riches worth your care: (for nature's wants

and his sister, whose romances obtained high celebrity in the seventeenth century, is related on the authority of M. Carpentier.

Scudéry, returning from his govsister, stopped one night at Pont ernment of Notre Dame, with his Saint-Esprit, and slept in a two-bedded room. Before they went to

Are few, and without opulence sup-sleep, Scudery conversed with his plied.)

This noble end is, to produce the sout: To shew the virtues in their fairest light;

To make humanity the minister'

which they were composing jointly. sister about the romance of Cyrus,

"What shall we do," says the brother, "with Prince Mazare ?”

Of bounteous Providence; and teach" I think we must poison him," re

the breast

That generous luxury the gods enjoy.

HAPPY PANEGYRIC,

the brother, "I think we must keep plied the sister. "No," rejoined the Prince alive longer, as we have some business in hand for him; Augustino Caracci, brother of and it will be in our power to kill Annibal, having made a long dis-him when we like." During this course in praise of that admirable conversation between the brother group of statues of Laocoon and his and sister about the fate of Prince sons, it was observed to Annibal, Mazare, a merchant, who slept in that it was strange that he did not another room adjoining to them, add his eulogy on this wonderful and divided only by a thin partition, performance. Annibal took a cray- had been long listening to this dison in his hand, and drew the g group course; and assured that the parwith as much correctness as if he ties were plotting the assassination had had the statues before him. of some Prince, arose from his bed, This action was a panegyric that and went immediately to a magisexceeded in happiness whatever the trate to unfold this dark scheme. most brilliant figures of speech, or Scudery and his sister were arrestthe most energetic expressions, ed, and carried prisoners to Paris, could have produced. Turning and summoned before the court; round to his brother, Annibal ob- who, hearing the account of the served, “Poets paint with words, embryo romance given by the auand painters speak with their pen- thors, dismissed the cause with a very hearty laugh.

cil."

A witty moralist used to say of taverns, that they were places where men sold madness by the bottle.

jumping up with joy, "I hope ither. Their love once declared,

may be to Venice."
"Why so, Felice?"

they go. Like a rose, Signor they only bloom to die!"

Domestic Literary Intelligence.

The Enchanted Lake of the Fai Morgana, from the Orlando Inamor been published at New-York. “We ta,' of Francisco Berni, has recent this Poem possessed of no other recom

"Because, Signora, there is such a power of grand sights to be seen there; there is, as I have heard say, the doge and the wild beasts, the senate house and the puppet-show, the senators and the macaroni, their wives and the bargemen, the carnival and the pope's chapel, the gib-mendation than that of giving rise bet of the famous Turkish robber, and his holiness's statue in marble, above six feet high."

"My heavens, Felice, how strangely you have jumbled them together! But I know not, after all, whether we shall go to Venice or not."

"Oh Signora, but I hope we may-Such fine grand squares are to be seen there such aqueducts, as they call them, and such rareeshows; and then on the festivals, as they say, there is such noise and junketing, such gaming and rioting! They say that, on the merriest days, five or six, nay, sometimes five or six-and-twenty persons are murdered together in

the streets!"

"And pray, do you think, Felice, this is a desirable part of their amusement to see?"

"Why no, Signora; but it is a great sign of their spirit and gaiety, for they are all murdered for love." "Indeed!.....I knew not that be

fore."

"You may depend upon it, though, Signora; for no Venetian lady ever receives a lover in favour, till he can bring her two or three rivals' heads. Her first present to him is always a dagger or a stabbing knife. Every handsome lady there has a score or two of lovers; but, poor creatures when she is fit to be married, jealousy has seldom left more than one to claim

the Furioso,' and having served as model, in many respects, to the inim table Cervantes (who has frequent copied with the happiest success, th burlesque style of Berni) it would we deserve the attention of the classi reader. But the merit of the Inamor ata is not merely relative: the grea variety of incident and wonderful ad venture which it contains, cannot fai of pleasing all who delight in fiction Many of the stories are interesting, and happily told; the descriptions are bril liant, sometimes sublime, and often dis play great beauty of imagery, and feli city of expression."

Dunlap, the American Dramatist, sometime since issued proposals for publishing his works. A late New York Herald has the following notice. We are happy to have it in our power this interesting and valuable work afford to announce that the subscriptions for the author a cheering prospect. The list for this city is honored by the names of first respectability, and we trust that this publication will renumerate in a prompt and liberal manner the literary labours of our countryman.

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D. West of this town, has published very neat edition of" Underwood on Diseases of Children," Medical men speak of the character of this work in terms of high praise..

TO CORRESPONDENTS. The "Leaden Monument" of L. is While foreign Gold can be had we cannot too heavy to find place in our domain. receive native Lead.

T. P. who once furnished the "Wreck of Reason" is urged to assist in polishing the Emerald.

Why are our prose writers silent?

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

FOR THE EMERALD.

FABLE....17.

THE CONVENTION OF BIRDS.

I ne'er could look with friendly eye,
On feathers of an ugly die..

The Parrot oft had heard it said,
Kings were not fam'd for length of head,
Yet hop'd the monarch's art would
reach,

As high as languages and speech.

The Raven wish'd him art and sense,
And knowledge to foretel events.
The Peacock hop'd he would main-
tain

In dignity a splendid train.

THE President of birds of late, Resaly'd to quit affairs of state, Like Charles to fly from pomp and noise, And taste the sweets of rural joys; From courts and giddiness and strife a saber thought to spend his life. 'Twas needful in the royal station, T'appoint a bird of reputation, Who might conduct the Commonweal With prudence, dignity and zeal, The Eagle, easy in the choice, Submitted to the people's voice. Regardful of the period set, The birds in grand Convention met, The hen began: To choose a king, Is not an unimportant thing. In such a choice a prudent nation Regards the rising generation; Regards to whom they delegate The privileges of the State; Sees that the monarch's head possesses Knowledge pervading all recesses; A band to heal domestic woes, And strength to chasten foreign foes. Our rights must therefore be resign'd To one who's knowing, brave and kind, The Vulture, strong, courageous, true, Shall have my vote and int'rest too: Under this sage administration New glory shall await the nation. He's just, tho' most are fond of pickings, And kills the hawk, who kills my chick-Who're bold enough to rival them,

ens.

The Goose came wad'ling up: Irise Tunclose that worthy speaker's eyes, I know an honest bird and just,

Whom we with confidence may trust,
Search where you will this honour'd
post,

The golden-robin merits most:
Tis not his gently-warbling throat,
That syren-like procures my vote,
Or gilded tints his wings display;
But that I heard the hero say,
That foxes without shame, or grace,
Were a vile, thieving, scoundrel race.
The Blackbird, next the case inspect-
ed,

Choose any bird, the crow excepted,

The Owl, who modestly preferr'd
A cunning to a fighting bird,
Pray'd that whoever fill'd the place,
Might ever wear a solemn face.
The Hen's maternal observations,
Respecting future generations,
Were clear, ostensible, and true;
He begg❜d to add a word or two.
Had long on eggs devoutly fed.
'Twas known a certain quadruped,
And were no other diet nigh,
Would feed upon the younger fry.
Now if a ruler could be found,
To fly himself where mice abound;
With his own beak the murderers kill,
With his own eyes explore the ill;
Inquietude for young would cease,
And population then increase,
Choose then a bird with parts combin'd
One who can guide, so vast his powers,
To alleviate the public mind;
The nation in the darkest hours.

Thus some admire and vote for those,
Who cast aspersions on their foes;
Some pertinaciously condemn

And other interested elves,
Dare indirectly puff themselves.

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Fire flashes from the Eagle's eyes,"
Rising in wrath he frowns and cries:
Wretches disperse-'tis party spirit
That makes you blind to real merit,
'Tis pride that prompts the wish elate,
To raise yourselves and wreck the State.
O! servile, unambitious crew,
Too plain the secret source I view,
From whence your commendations flow,
'Tis he you praise, who hates your foe,
Griev'd is my heavy heart to find,
That birds should copy human kind,
They swell with rage, with envy groan,
At prospects brighter than their own,
Elate with pride and, warm with zeal,
So pure a pleasure never feel,

"Odi profanum vulgus."

sion to pray,
our holy things;"that leaving books
sacred to men of the cloth, The
Wanderer takes a text from profane
writ.

fanum vulgus," I then hate the

mob.

When I observe the very men, who are thus turbulently joyful on these occasions, affect to admire the sensibility of STERNE'S black wench, flapping away flies-not killing them," and pretend a love for dogs, cats, kittens, I think their affections altogether beastly.

"I fly from petty tyrants to the throne." “Odi profanum vulgus;" I loathe the mob.

MORALISTS have taken such berties with scripture; they have When I mark the popular proferconsequence so often had occa-ence of German lead to British "forgive the sins of gold; when I see men flock to the theatre at the introduction of Schu LER and KOTZEBUE, but leave the seats empty at the entrance of SHAKESPEARE, as were those of the Roman senate at the entrance of CATALINE, as if the company of either were equally disgraceful; my blood boils; I could rend the dome with imprecations. I quit the house in disgust and exclaim, as I pass through the door, « Odi profanum vulgus; I hate the mob.

In some verse of I know not what chapter of FLACCUS HORATIUS may be found words, which will serve his turn quite as well, as any line in the bible, and the "Odi profanum vulgus” enjoys this eminent advantage, that should he by any possibility be disposed to trifle, the injunction," with reverence be it spoken," will not be imposed as a check.

When too I visit the theatre at the exhibition of the dramas of this great bard, and view the listless When I see men on a public day apathy of most of the audience, till crowd round the spot of conflicting some low buffoonery wakes them pugilists; vociferate ejaculations to to ecstasy; I feel ashamed of my give new sinews to the combatants; place; I shrink into nothingness. smile as the face grows livid, and The still, small voice of some ingrin as the blood runs, my fists in-visible prompter whispers in my voluntarily clench indignant; I ear, " Odi profanum vulgus," I hate could fight the whole. "Odi pro- the mob.

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