MR. TOWN CLERK, were fought between them with doubtful success, when one of the I have in compliance with the, orders leaders advised his countrymen not have received already, verbally into fight again with their own slaves,mation has been repeated by the comformed Mr. Town Clerk, which infor as with equals, nor to attack them with warlike weapons, which were signs of freedom, but with each whips and scourges as they had formerly been accustomed to make them feel. This advice being put in execution, the whips recalled their ideas of slavery, and all the pusillanimity naturally attending it. They threw down their arms, fled in confusion, and many of them were taken and put to death-and not a few of the unfaithful wives destroyed themselves to avoid the resentment of their injured hus bands. It is supposed that the antient custom in Russia which is now happily forgotten, of the bride presenting the bridegroom on the nuptial night with a whip, originated from this story of the Scythian wives. Prussian troops under my command, manding officer of the place, that the are to be treated in the same manner, and are to receive the same allowances with the Royal Imperial French troops sibility of a misunderstanding, I repeat in Nuremberg, but to prevent the posin writing, that the officers are to be furnished with four hot dishes at dinner, beside soup, and are to have wine both at dinner and supper; and always two hot dishes at supper, besides soup. Each have besides his breakfast, two hot dishes non-commissioned officer and private is to at dinner, besides soup, and two quarts of beer, and for supper one hot dish, besides soup, and two quarts of beer. I take this opportunity to desire Mr. Town Clerk will observe, that the troops under my command will regulate the police of the town with the greatest exactness, and den, on pain of such corporeal punishthat smoaking in the streets is forbidment as we shall think fit to inflict; and confiscation of the pipe; and after half past nine no inhabitant will be permitted to be seen in any inn or alehouse; the patrols will look to this, and arrest all persons who shall be found out after that hour, who will infallibly be punished with fine and whipping. I expect this order will be exactly obeyed. Mr. Town Clerk will immediately provide me with a penknife and paperfolder, which shall be returned on my departure, he will also take care that we get all the newspapers that are read here. The beer in this house is very bad, and very good is to be had at Kloster Wesenoe; the Town Clerk will therefore have several barrels filled there, and sent to The following extraordinary produc- pitchers every day. It is just the same head quarters, or at least from 25 to 30 tion comes from the pen of Major Von with the wine; we had a sort of red Streit, in his Prussian Majesty's service, wine, which at best was only tolerable; and is addressed to the town clerk of it is just out and care must be taken to Grasenberg, in the territory of the city provide good wine. My officers were of Nuremberg; should you be of opin- contented with that wine, and the table ion it will amuse your readers, you willin general, although they had not as oblige me by inserting it in your paper.inany dishes as they had a right to deIt is faithfully translated from the All-mand.--Care must be taken to provide gemeine Zeitung of Friday, May 23, 1806, No. 143; Page 571. Alexander. FROM LONDON PAPERS. HUMOROUS. Hardships of a Military Life. We have received the following letter, with the inclosure, from Hanburgh, and the facts therein may be relied on If the French eat and drink like the Prussians, it is a wonder that any sort of food is to be had. SIR, Hamburgh, June 10, 1806. I remain, Sir, your obedient servant. L. Y. a dessert at least twice a week, together with three bottles of champaign.-To preserve good order, and to prevent the exorbitant bills of innkeepers, I make known un The communication "from Court. In this determination, the S. L's communication cannot be in serted, yet it shows points of character A letter from Limerick, of the 9th instant, says, "A few days ago a man was summoned to appear before our Chief Magistrate, charged with a species of fraud hitherto known in this part of the United Kingdom, to wit, selling his wife for ten guineas, and then passing ano-its course truly. ther man's wife on the purchaser instead of his own- splendide fallax. rather the sun and not the moon, for it Muses for his friend. The Poetry of EDWIN is easy and The communication on “friendship," will be attended to in turn. Literary Notice. The Monthly Magazine, already acknowledged to be the best literary Journal in Europe, has acquired fresh vigor and new claims to pub- S. H. Parker, of this town, proposes lic patronage, from some recent to put immediately to the press, (from new arrangements, highly credit- a copy just published at Edinburgh,) a able, we understand, to the energy work will be printed on a snperfine wov new Poem, entitled "HOME." and discernment of its original pro- en paper, and will be comprised in about jector and conductor. 150 pages, neat pocket size. The + ORIGINAL POETRY. For the Emerald. SUMMER. SUMMER in his glowing car, O whilst he sends his scorching ray Farsweeter there such shades among, The insect's hum, the bird's sweet song, And every sound of humblest birth; The buzz of bee in honied flower, What time its leaves his limbs em bower, And with his weight he bends its head to earth. Quick let me fly; in western skies, E'en now the vaulted sky is riven, With the deep artillery of Heaven, And see the swift wing'd lightnings dart around. Now the embattled clouds do pour, Heavy & quick the big dropt shower; And thunders rock the pole, Till showering all their stores amain, Full soon they fly the ethereal plain; Yet still the distant rolling awes the soul. And did not then the Almighty king, Ride upon the tempest's wing, And make his chariot in the cloud? Bow down your heads, ye sons of earth! [worth! How low your state, how mean your He speaks the mighty shake, and fall to dust the proud. But lo! where blushing sweet, the morn With roses doth her brow adorn, And smiles enraptur'd on the world. How mild the air,how fair the flowers, O then, whilst calmness round she showers, I'll brush the dews before day's banner is unfurl'd. Ye fair,whose blush with morning vies, Up, from that languid couch arise, Climb, cheerful climb the mountain's side; 'Twill give to every charm new grace, Deepen the roses of the face, Thee lovelier make, and man's yet greater pride. Night too hath many charms for me, The full orb'd moon doth rise, Then fairy beings flit around, With tiny footsteps print the ground, Following Fancy's mazy tread; The sober Wisdom's heavenly form, Of passions quells the raging storm: Or bids us praise his name who all this goodness shed. R** 191 Repeats his numbers to her callow | Nor claim creation from a pow'r above? Ah no! a sweeter thought the bosom cheers, young. Sing on, sweet birds, such strains, as thine, impart Celestial raptures to the heart! And, perch'd upon the cedar's topmost That bends beneath his weight, the Or kiss the ruffled carmine of his wings. [morn. All nature joins to "welcome in" the Lo, yonder sporting with a "dear delight," Free from the anguish of Reflection's pain, The lambs in love and harmony unite, And chase their shadows o'er the fiorid plain. How free they bound, unconscious of their doom, And crop the lily in its infant bloom! gled mead, Beneath the branching of a tufted pine, While 'neath the copse the green-clad And laughing trip it down the mystic dance! Mark his smooth brow! how joy illumes each smile! In ev'ry scene a smiling God appears! O, ever teach me these thy gifts to Newton, Aug. 1st, 1806. EDWIN. FOR THE EMERALD. THOU, who taught me first to dream, Sprightly joys and deep-felt woe! We're actors all, old Shakespeare We're dreamers all shall be display'd. last. Even Doctors too, as I've been told, | How beautiful, burley, and big, With my stockings a delicate pink; With tassels, tuck'd under my arm, THE WHIM OF THE DAY. My mother, good woman, says she, 'You'll be thought an ignorant clown. Now, she was a woman of sense, Important instructions she gave, Yes, this is "The Whim of the Day." So furiously frizzled now think How d'ye do?-how d' ye do? This is "The Whim of the Day," says she, Yes, this is "The Whim of the Day." The wife must be little I wed, For fairies are now all the taste; And she, too, must wear a grey wig, For fear of appearing too big, She must carry her clothes in a bag. Spencers blue-see 'em through, Yes, this is "The Whim of the Day." In trowsers appear, I declare, They sink when you look in their faces. Fashions all-follies call, STANZAS FROM THE PORTUGUESE. And soon or late those rocks decay: Ah cruel!, while for thee I pine: Boston, Mass.) Published BY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG, No. 70, State Street. |