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after playing at Tennis till a late Beloved Ilarmodins, thou art not hour, he proposed to Sir William dead! They say thon livest in the that they should dine together at a Islands of the blessed, where is the favorite tavern: The Knight very swift footed Achilles, and Diomed readily consented to the proposal, the valiant son of Tydeus. while Boyd had the inward satisfac

I will wear my sword covered tion of doing justice to his candor' as with myrtle branches, like Harmo, well as his wishes. This story is dius and Aristogiton, when they izandsomely told, but not very prob- slew the tyrant Hipparchus at the able.

festival of the Panathenæa In the age of Pericles arrives at as May your glory be eternal, belovtonishing perfection in the Athenian cd: llarmodius, noble Aristogiton, Republic. “ The dazzled multi- since you have slain the tyrant, and tude” judge of the power of a State Established equality of laws in Aby its magnificence: hence that re

thens ! peck for artists who distinguish themselves by -a happy boldness. Some labored gratuitously for the They who have read Madoc, will Republic, and had honors decreed read again with pleasure the wonthem'; others enriched themselves' derful account of the Snake God, cither by teaching pupils, or taking and those who have not, may have money from those who came to ac- their curiosity excited by it to a mire their masterly productions. good purpose. Southey has been Several, elated with general appro- censured for this part of his “poetbation, found a still more flattering ical story" as absurd and improlrecompence in the consciousness of able. But that serpents can be their superiority and in the homage tamed is a known zoolological fact, they themselves rendered to their that they have been seen of this abilities

s; por did they blush to in- size is likewise true, and for the scribe on their pictures: It will be purpose of governing a people, the casier to criticise than to imitate. ingenuity of man would perform Z uwis acquired such great wealth greater wonders than the taming of that towards the end of his life he a monster. made presents of his paintings, affirming that nobody was rich enough

As with bark and resinous boughs

they pile to purchase. Parrhacius had such The sepulchre, suddenly Ncolin an exalted opinion of limself as to Sprung up alofi, and shricked, as one lay chim on a divine original

who treads
Upon a riper in his heelless path.

The God! the verz God! he cried, and HARMODIUS AND ARISTOCITON

howled Were ccicbrated names in the an. Whereat, from that dark temple issued

Ole long, whrill, piercing, modulate! cry: nals of Greece. The following is forth the translation of a song in their A Serpent, huge and lạideous, On he praise I will wear my sword covered Straight to the sound, and curled around

thic Priest, rith'myrtle branches, like Har...c-liis mighty folds innocnous, avertoning dius and Aristogiton, when tiey His human beiglit, and arching down slew the grant and established lis lical, culty of laws in Athens. Sought in the hands of Neulin for food;


pected prey,

Then questing, reared and stretched in maddening motion, and with mad and waved his neck,

dening cries, And glanced his forky tongue. Who Revolving, whirled and wheeled. At then had seen

length, wlien now, The man, with what triumphant fear. According to old rites, he should have lessness,

dashed Arms, thighs, and neck, and body. On the stone Idol's head the wretch's wreathed and ringed

brains, In those tremendous folds, he stood Neolin stopt, and once again began secure, The long, shrill,piercing, modulated

cry. Played with the reptile's jaws, and The Serpent knew the call, and, rolling called for food,

on, Food for the present God!'., who then Ware above wave, his rising length, ad. had seen

vanced The fiendish joy which fired his coun- His open jaws ; 'then,' with the unex

tenance, Miglit well have weened that he had Glides to the dark recesses of his des.

summoned up
The dreadful monster from its native


For the conduct of Women, by the late By devilish power, himself a fiend in

Countess of Bouffiers. feshed.

,,1. In the exterior, decency and clean. Blood for the God! he cried; Lin- liness. coya's blood,

2. In demeanor, reason and simplicity. Friend of the Serpent's foe!... Lin.

3. In actions, justice and generosity. coya's blood!

4. In language, truth and perspicuity.

5. In adversity, fortitude and pride. But when Neolin perceived 6. In prosperity, moderation and The growing stir and motion of the modesty. crowd,

7. In company affability and ease. As from the outward ring they moved 8. In domestic life, rectitude and away,

kindness, without familiarity, He ustered a new cry, and disentang

9. Fulfil duties according to their orling

der and importance. The passive reptile's folds, rushed out 10. Never allow yourself any thing among them,

but what a third enlightened and impar. With outstretched hands like one pos tial person would allow you. sessed, to seize

11. Avoid giving advice. 110 victim. Then they fled; for who 12. When you have a duty to fulfil, could tell

consider dangers only as inconvenienOn whom the madman, in that hellisk fit, ces, and not as obstacles. Might cast the lot ? An eight-years boy 13. Sacrifice every thing to peace of he seized,

mind. And held him by the leg, and, whirling 14. Combat adversity, as disease, him

with temperance. In ritual dance, till breath and sense 15. Be anxious only to do what is were gone,

right, paying as much respect as possiSet up the death-song of the sacrifice. ble to the world and to the laws of decoAmalanta, and what others rooted love rum ; but, having observed this rule, Of evil leagued with him, accomplices be indifferent to public opinion. In treason, joined the death-song and

16. Deserve respect. the dance: Some too there were, believing what The Wanderer this evening has disthey feared,

cussed a subject which has given rise Who yielded to their old idolatry, to piany opposite opinions. The repu. And mingled in the worship. Round tation of these numbers will ensure it and round

Łed attention, and we trust it will be found The arcursed minister of murder whirl he has chosen the true path between Llis senseless victim : they, too, round the extravagance of Wieland and the and round,

folly of the Cynics.



For the Emeral.

Your power with care and pain and

sorrow? LOVE..

Too well I know the thrilling smart ; Hast thou seen in cloudless night

And my heart When so bright

From thee, full many 'a care doth Hesper in his glory rises,

borrow. Him that lovers most revere,

Thou art, most true, as poets say, And so dear,

In sweet lay, Night of all her stars most prizes?

Arm'd with gold and leaden-arrow, Hast thou seen where flow'rets blow,

Thou hast a quiver all of gold Her to grow,

And dost hold, Beauty calls the queen of Howers ;'

A torcb, wherewith the soul to harrow. When soft kiss'd by vernal gales, She exhales,

Yes, now can my soul believe Fragrance, thro' the air in showers..

You deceive, 0! as fair 'mid stars of night,

And mean deceit while sweetly smil

ing; Hesper's riight,

That you with cruel fraudful art Shincs, all other stars excelling;

Seize the heart, And tints as tair, a3 spring's sweet rose

With lover's pangs thy hours beguil. Doth disclose,

ing Than others blooming round her clwelling

And wivy, 0 Love, should thy behest

Make my breast Thus, superior all above,

Troubled as the storm-swept ocean? Shines my love!

Let me in her heart find place,
Beauteous as the orient morning,

Or erase
When all beauty she doth rise,
And the skies,

- From my breast, thy soft emotion.

D** With her roseate tints adorning. In the heart's recesses, Love, Where you rove,

DIBDIN, who is so much at lome as a Making your behest a duty,

song writer on deck, is not less easy Let me, with a poet's eye,

on shore. The following ballad is

very easy and sprightly, and the Decking thee in'awful beauty. week's journal of a giddy girl will Thou'rt fair, as is the god of day,

divcrt our readers.

Lectur'o by Pa and Ma oer night, Rising glorious dut of ocean; Monday at ten, quite rex'd and jealous, While his car each swelling wave Resolvid in future to be right, Fondly lave

And never listen to the fellow's, Glittering sweet in every motion. Stitch'd balf a wristband, read the text, Fair, as wlien at htighest hoon,

Receiv'd a note from Mrs. Racket :

I hate that woman, she sat next, Shedding round her silver glory;

All church time, to sweet capt. Clackit. And'loves to see where crown'd with Tuesday got scolded, did not care, . wreath,

The toast was cold, 'twas past eleven ;

I dreamt the captain through the air The fairies, great in ancient story. On Cupid's wings bore me to Heaven: Fair, as when in vernal cley

Pouted and dined, dressed, looked di

vine, And in Beauty's lap réposes;

Made an excuse, got Ma to back it, While' with fond maternal joy

Went to the play, what joy was mine,

Talked loud and laugh'd with captain She bedecks with paphian roses.

And is it true then, miglty Love,

Wednesday came down, no lark sn gay,
The giri's quite alter'd, said my mother,

Tints deséry,

With golden ray

Rides the moun

Dance beneath

'Thou doth play,

You ker boy,

That your firote

Cried Dad, I recollect the day

CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. When, dearce, thou wert such another. Danced, drew a landscape, skimmed a

This little moral poem was written by play,

Sir Henry Wotton, who died provost of In the paper read that widow Placket Eaton, in 1639, aged 72 ; and is said To Gretna Green had run away,

to huve been much admired by Mr. AdThe forward minx, with captain Clackit.

dison. Thursday fell sick ; poor soul she'll die : That serveth not another's will;

How happy is he born or taught, Five doctors came with lengthen’d fa- Whose armour is his honest thought, ces,

And simple truth his highest skill : Each felt my pulse ; ah me, cried I, Are these my promis'd loves and graces? Whose passions not his masters are ; Friday grew worse ; cried Ma, in pain, Whose soul is still prepard for death; Our day was fair, heaven do not black it; Not ty'd unto the world with care Where 's your complaint, love ? In my

Of prince's ear, or vulgar breath : brain.

Who hath bis life from rumours freed; What shall I give you-captain Clackit. Whose conscience is bis strong retreat;

Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Early next morn a nostrum came Worth all their cordials, balms and spiWho cnvies none, whom chance doth

Nor ruin make oppressors great : ces, A letter, I had been to blame.

raise, The captain's truth brought on a crisis. Or vice: who never understood Sunday, for fear of more delays,

How deepest wounds are given with Of a few clothes I made a packet,

praise ; And Monday morn stept in a chaise,

Nor rules of state, but rules of good: And ran away with captain Clackit. Who God doth late and early pray

More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day

With a well-chosen book or friend. The polite reader will readily remem. This man is freed from servile bands, ber an old song, ascribed to Sir Wal. Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; ter Raleigh, of which two lines are, Lord of himself, tho' not of lands; If she be not fair to me,

And having nothing, yet hath all. What care I how fair she be. This beautiful little poem, which finely displays the jealous pride of a lover, 'Tis strange, Prudilla, you accuse has, we think, been imitated by Mr. Of too much warmth my wanton musc Sheridan, in his charming opera, the When you read on with all your might, Duenna. But Mr. S. is no plagiarist, And practice what I only write! and bis copy is as enchanting as the original. I ne'er could any lustre see

For Jack's good life to certify In eyes that would not look on me ; Nor friends nor strangers can be got, I ne'cr saw nectar on a lip,

Those, who don't know him, know no's But where my own did hope to sip.

why ; Has the maid, who seeks my heart, Those, who do know him, know why Cheeks of rose untouch'd by art ?

not. I will own the colour true, When yielding blushes aid their hue. On seeing a Narcissus in the bosom of Is her hand so soft and pure,

a beautiful young Lady. I must press it to be sure ;

If Chloe's swelling seat of joy, Nor can I e'en be certain then,

Had been thy blissful bier, Till it grateful press again.

Then hadst thou died, enamour'd bor, Must 1, with attentive eye,

Not for thyself—but her.
Watch her beaving bosom sigh ;-
I will do so, when I see

Boston, (Mass.) Published That ucaving bosom sigh for me.




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alone." Leave them to the natural progress of their own motion and

it will at length “bring them up FOR THE EMERALD.

from the pit." THE WANDERER,

We live in an idolatrous

generaNo. XLIX.

tion. Men no longer hew out to

themselves gods of wood or stone ; IDOLS.

nor place the heaven, « not made

with hands," in a hovel of brick, hay, Ephraim is joined to idols : let him a. or stubble. But they worship the lone.

God within, whose heaven is a house Tuis is one of those many texts of clay. From vanity,“ the rock of of scripture, that need no explana. ages," Self out-thunder's Sinai in tön. No man 'cares about the pe- the denunciation, « Thou shalt hare culiar sort of idols Ephraim had join- no other God before me!" The ed. It is enough that the verse in- word has gone forth among the na| culcates the common opinion, that tions and it will not return void.... the best thing to be done in certain They take upon them his service, situations is to do nothing at all. for it has the gentleness of flattery;

The human mind is so consituted, they obey his command, for they are it can neither soar nor sink beyond sweeter than compliments. His a certain degree.

" Hitherto shalt “ yoke is indeed easy” and his burthou go, but no farther," seemed to then light." Self-righteousness or mark out the mounds, that'were op- self-wisdom, self-humility, or soine posed to it from the beginning by perfection of self, are become the the denunciation of riature. Against gods of so many, that was for the these mounds it inay indeed strike, Lord God, we wot not what has bebut will inevitably rebouud, like the come of him. Wave of the ocean in a contrary di-. See yonder Curioso, that is pessrection. Hence we have seen minds, ing up the hill. His ruling passion that we thought abandoned to every is the love of antiquities. Some horror of depravity and sunk to the work of creation is the only “ Anne plus ultra of wretchedness, when tient of days" hc worships. once left to themselves unexpected- and nights he devotes to this idow ly and on a sudden rise to rank again The collection of antiques engroses with rational souls and resume their bis soul, The money he meant station in the order of created intel- should buy meat for a suffering faligencies. When men get to this mily, he would cheerfully spend for ne plus ultra, or near it, the best way the first non-descript bauble that atto accelerate reform is to " let them tracted attention. He lets his



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