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King Theodorick was an Arian;
and Boethius, who was a Catholic,
unluckily published about this time
a book upon the Unity of the Trin-
ity, in opposition to the three fam-
cus sects of Arians, Nestorians, and
Uutychians. This treatise was uni-
versally read, and created our au-
thor a great many enemies at court;
who insinuated to the prince, that
Boethius wanted not only to destroy
Ariansm, but to effectuate a change
of government, and deliver Italy
from the dominion of the Goths
and that, from his great credit and
nfluence, he was the most likely per-
on to bring about such a revolution.
for these supposed crimes, he was
mheard and un.:efended, at the dis-
ance of five hundred miles, pro-
cribed and condemned to death.
Theodorick, conscious that his se-
erity would be universally blamed,
id not at this time carry his sen-
nce fully into execution; but con-
nted himself with confiscating
oethius's effects, with banishing
m to Pavia, and confining him to
ison.

Though confined in a doleful ison, and deserted by all the world, cagh deprived of his library, and ipt of all his possessions-our ilstrious philosopher preserved so ich vigor and composure of mind, it he wrote, in five books, his exlent treatise of the Consolation Philosophy. To this treatise author is more indebted for his me, than to all his other learned performances. Few books have

een more popular: it has gone through a multitude of editions; as been commented upon by many inent men; has been translated

When we consider the distressed situation of our author when he wrote it, we are filled with wonder that he was capable of composing a performance of so much real genius and merit.

But the fatal moment was now fast approaching, which put a period to the miseries of Boethius. As a prelude to this, pope John was famished to death in prison; and soon afterwards Theodorick ordered Symmachus, and three other senators who had been sent on an unsuccessful embassy to Constantinople to be beheaded. To comple his cruelty, he commanded the same punishment to be inflicted on Boethius, in his prisou at Pavia, on the 23d of October 526, A. C. in the 71st year of bis age. His body was interred by the inhabitants of Pavia, in the church of St. Augustine, near to the steps of the chancel; where his monument is still to be seen. Sic transit gloria mundi.

King Theodoric, as we are informed by Procopius, regretted these acts of violence, and did not long survive them. Some months afterwards, he deplored bitterly to his physician his cruelty in respect to Symmachus and Boethius, became delirous, and in a few days expired. Amalasuntha, the daughter of Theodorick, who upon the decease of her father governed Italy with singular prudence and justice, as tutress to her son Athalarick, lamented the fate of Boethius for his memory. To make all the and expressed the utmost respect atonement in her power for the injuries her father had done him, she caused his statues, which had been overthrown at Rome during his

a great variety of languages; 4 has been universally acknowlged a work repleat with erudition persecution, to be again erected, ged a work repleat with erudition and all his possessions to be reorsi-and instruction, and executed with

much delicacy and good taste.ed to his heirs.

For the Emerald.

DESULTORY SELECTIONS,

AND ORIGINAL REMARKS.

The subjoined is a very happy parody on
"Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer."
The second line of the last verse,
"Expectation holds her breath,”
is a flash of true genius and has won-
derful effect.

THE DEATH OF NELSON.

Tune,-"The storm."

CEASE, vain France, ill-manner'd railer'
Fellow freemen, list to me,
Britons, hear a brother sailor

Sing the strains of victory.
Yet, what verse shall tell the story,
What bold tongue speak Nelson's
praise!

Whose bright sun has set in glory,
Gilding ocean with its rays.
Long our tars had kept their station,
Long insulting foes defied,
Spite of all the Gallic nation,

Dutch bravado, Spanish pride:
To those who swore this land to plunder,
Those who dar'd our rights despise,
We've once more replied in thunder,
"While you threaten, we chastise!"
France and Spain, with hopes scarce
sober,

Stung with hate of Nelson's fame,
Chose the nineteenth of October,

To immortalize his name.
When he saw their colors flying,
When he saw their fleets combine,
Still methinks I hear him crying,
"Follow, boys, they all are mine!"
Yet the foe, with hesitation,

Linger'd till the twenty-first,
As if, with dread anticipation,
These vaunting heroes fear'd the
worst;

The twenty-first of March had told
What our boys on land could be:
Another twenty-first behold 'em

'em

Bending to our Tads at sea!
Hush-they've join'd, the battle rages,
Expectation holds her breath!
Britain for her right engages,

France for plunder, war and death;
Thirty-three our chief opposing,

Twenty-seven the British line; "They strike!" he cries, while life is closing,

"Heaven! the praise is only thine."

Anger helps complexion-saves paint.

Lovers, who have a heart for evcry lady they meet, may be compared to silk-worms, which, as say the books of natural history, have a continued row of hearts from their heads down to their tails.

The mind that is fatigued and disgust-
ed with the wretched verbage and
bombast, that crowd the English pub-
lications on the death of Nelson, will
light with keen zest on the subse-
quent admirable stanzas from the best
living poet in England. The whole
is well condensed, without a particle
redundant, and the chorus forms a
very strikingly beautiful instance of
the simple pathetic.

THE VICTORY AND DEATH OF
NELSON.

LORD

Written by R. Cumberland esq. and sung by
Mr. Braham at Drury lane Theatre.
IN death's dark house the hero lies;
Cold his heart, and clos'd his eyes!
His flag, that to the foe ne'er bow'd,
His signal once, but now his shroud!

His flag, &c.

The partners of his former wars
View his dead body,trench'd with scars!
He gave the wreck, he could no more;
All but his life was gone before.
His flag, &c.
Death, the great conqueror, could not
win the whole,
Earth keeps his ashes and heaven re-
ceives his soul.

DUELLING.

As a proof to what a pitch duelling is arrived at, a letter (of which the following is a literal copy) was exhibited before the magistrates at Bow-street a few days ago, by the person to whom it was addressed, who, as well as his opponent, are two journeymen hair-dressers just come to town, to learn the present fashion of dressing ladies :

"Mr. H

"for the ungentelman like conduct and what you have been saying about me and as it is not in my pour to you fight you in the puglist stile I chaling you fight you to-morrow morning with pestle near the wring at six o'clock. I shawl J. W." sertainly attend.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Emerald.

FABLE...19.

THE LEOPARD AND THE LION.

ONE time a Leopard sought to reign,
The monarch of the woods and plain,
To hurl the Lion from the throne,
And rule unrival'd, and alone.

His eyes were strangers to repose,
With vigalence, to power he rose.
He knew to win the bestial tribe,
And to each temper suit the bribe.
The Fox was always prompt & ready,
A pullet made him firm and steady.
A hive convey'd with art and care,
Made a warin convert of the bear.
The ass was promis'd much, his case
Should be rewarded with a place.
The ape, who always foremost shone,
Was render'd true by praise alone.
Corruption thus increas'd his party,
Assiduous cunning made him hearty.

What can be hid from jealous eyes? What scheme elude the royal spies?_ The Leopard's conduct gains report, The traitor's seiz'd, and dragg'd to

court.

When thus the Lion-Villain, tell,
What demon mov'd thee to rebel,
What principle awak'd thy pride?
The harden'd rebel thus replied;
I feel Ambition's burning rage,
Compel my forward soul to wage
Unequal war-the hand of time
Records not such an act a crime.
Nations are conquer'd and are sold,
Philip dominion sought with gold,
His fiercer son thro' floods of gore,
Subdu'd the world, and wept for more.
With fame and co quest in my view,
I dare to imitate the two.

Rebel, think not, (the Lion says,)
To square your life by human ways,
By passion govern'd, and by pride,
For beasts have instinct for their guide,
Know, here the point of glory lies,
Who e'er presumes, by war, to rise,
If seas of blood he delage round,
And trample mercy to the ground,
And level laws and constitution,
He but efects a revolution.
Thousands the victor then caress,
For honour ever crowns success
But he who states would endermine,
By premature essays like thine,

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WITH a base, illib'ral mind
Hater of the human kind,
Wretched ENVY stands alone,
Pin'd away to skin and bone.
In her meagre sallow face
Shame is painted and disgrace.
In her every action are
Hatred, fury and despair,
Scandal, fraudulence and care
If blind Fortune chanc'd to smile,
Envy in a spirit vile,

Like a Niobe appears,
Wasted half away in tears.
Ever pining, ever weeping,
Always nightly vigils keeping,
Always planning to destroy
Human happiness and joy.
As the sun with scorching rays
Doth on heights intensely blaze;
Malign ENVY thus doth beat
Upon all that's high and great.

FOR THE EMERALD.

FLORIO.

Translation of a Greek ode, written by Mr. MOORE, and prefixed to his trans, lation of ANACREON,

ONCE the Teian bard divine, Quaffing balmy draughts of wine, And on rosy carpets laid, Smiling jovial sweetly play'd; Whilst the teader loves around Danc'd to his lyre's enchanting sound. He the roseate garlands fair, Wove among his silvery hair; Delighted was the jovial sage Thus to crown his mellow age,

THE EMERALD.

Pallas, wisest all above,
Saw him from Olympus grove;
Saw the loves his cares beguile;
And address'd him with a smile.
"Wise Anacreon, for they call,
"Thee the wisest far of all.
"Why, in age Anacreon say,
"To pleasure give thy years away!
"Singing too, in strains divine,
"The Mantling cups of rosy wine ;
"And of Venus fair the blisses,
"And,he rapture of her kisses;
"Why not too my laws impart
"Teaching every heavenly art?"
Thus the Teian bard replied,
No rising blush his visage dyed.
"The wise, without thee, goddess, call
"Me the wisest far of all.

"I sing, I drink, I sweetly play,
"And the nymphs listen to my lay.
"My heart, my lyre of sweetest tone,
"Ah, they breathe of love alone;
"Thus the care of life I love,
"Thus its joys, its pleasures prove,
"Seems not the minstrel wise to thee?
"Who is happier say than me?"

EPIGRAM OF CYNAGORAS.

D**

on Roses blooming in winter near the time
of his birth and marriage days.
WE, whilst dread winter rules the air
Before the early rose of spring
Bursting our purple cups so fair,

For thee our treasur'd fragrance fling.
Yes blow for thee and smiling sweet
This thy fair natal day adorn,
And too with thee we long to meet

The morrow, thy wish'd nuptial morn.
Far better 'tis to spread our bloom
On thy sweet lady's brow so gay,
Than through stern winter's dreary
gloom,

To wait the slow return of May.
D**

The humor of the following from the
pen of Mr. C. Dibdin jun. is too ex-
quisite to evaporate on a first perusal.
We give it to our readers, that they
may recur to it, whenever they are
desirous of a laugh at the comic or
broad grin at the ludicrous.

OLD CHAIRS TO MFND.
SINCE mankind are but menders,
If fame teils us true,

Like tinkers, in mending
One fracture makes two;

Of mending our neighbors,
Like blockheaded elves,
We talk, without thinking
Of mending ourselves.
But I care not a rush
For Mankind or their cares,
So I get a good living
By mending old chairs.

Old chairs to mend!

A wife I have got,

And we quarrel of course,
But what if we do,

Don't our betters do worse?
And whenever we quarrel,
Our passions to cure,
We do-what d'ye think?-
Make it up to be sure;
But as pleasure's excess
Is the parent of pain,
To make ourselves happy,
We quarrel again.

Old chairs to mend!

Says the doctor to me,

Why, we're both of a trade,
Since we both of us mend
Constitutions decay'd:'
"Ah!' says I, if I mend them
No oftener than you,
Lord help the poor people!

For, what would they do!
For you and the sexton

So manage your jokes,
That you'll find in the parish
There's more chairs than folks!"
Old chairs to mend!

EPIGRAM.

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It detain'd me so long that a patient was lost.

Alas! quoth the friend, I'm quite sorry for that,

That your patient should suffer for my idle chat,

Should suffer! the doctor replied with
a sigh,

No-he is the saver-the suff'rer am I
Nature popp'd in between, while I
slacken'd my speed
And the man he got well before I could
get feed!

Boston, Mass.) Published
LY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG,

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ORIGINAL PAPERS.

FOR THE EMERALD.

THE WANDERER,

No. XLIV.

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HORACE.

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