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ODE TO MEMORY. COX E ve! who loath the horrid crest, WHERE dost thou, Memory, thy seat Who hate the fiery front of Mars,

maintain ?
Vho scorn the mean, the sordid breast, In what recesses of the brain ?

Who Ay Ambition's guilty cares ; What corner of the mind ?
'e who are blest with peaceful souls, Amazing faculty! in vain we try,
Rest here : Enjoy the pleasures In vain, our mental pow’rs apply,

Thy wondrous source to find.
Here fairies quaff their acorn bowls
And lightly print the mazy ground,

By thee, we call past scenes again to

view, Thrice welcome to this humble scene-By thee, they're acted o'er anew,

To ye alone these scenes belong, Within th' attentive mind :
Peace smiles upon the fragrant green. There, in progressive order rang'd we

And here the woodland sisters throng,
And fair Contentment's pleasing train | The traces strong, which meinnry

(While Phæbe on the skies advance) Of facts has left behind.
With many a maid, and many a swain,
Lead up the jocund, rural dance.

Thy faithful records, long impress'd re-,

tain, Thrice welcome to our calm retreat, The sense of pleasure and of pain, • Where innocency oft hath strove, When pain or pleasure's o'er : With violet blue, and woodbine sweet, To thee, how many comforts do we owe!

To form the votive wreath-to love: Without thee, love and friendship too, O pardon, then, our cautious pride! Would give delight no more.

(Caution, a virtue rare, I ween) For evils with the great abide, When every present object fails to Which dwell not in our sylvan scere.

please, SILVA.

We recollect the hours of ease,

When pleasure did abound;
For the Emerald.

Thus, we can trace the beauties of the


And to our ininds its fragrance bring, ADVICE TO A LADY.

When whater reigns around. BLUSHING Snow-storms and confusion

Seize upon the frozen plains ! By thee, all knowled me we attain ;
See, see Nature's dissolution,

Without thee, our pretence is vain,
Winter now triumphant reigns! To learning's sacred lore ;
How all the pastures smiling,

Thy aid invigorates the poet's lay,
In the gayest verdant bloom!

Without thy strong retentive ray, Cheerful swains the house beguiling

Vain his attempts to svar. In the groves of rich perfume. In vain fair science spreads her simple Now these joys are fast decaying

store, By astringent Winter's powers Turning instructive science o'er, While to mortals they are saying, With modern learning fraught ;

Now improve your youthful hours." Though all antiquity holds forth to view, Myra view the varying season

Be represented to us too, And improve the present time,

It will avail us nought. Pleasure mix with sense and reason, E'en Tully's eloquence in vain would Now while youth is in its prime.

charm, My passion, then disdain no longer, Or Plato's heav'nly wisdom warm,

Since thy charms will all decay, If traces pone remain, But by Hymen lurk'd the stronger, Of what we read, or what attentive hear, Let us taste the sweets of May. The mind a desert must appear,


. Where memory does not reign.

O Pow'r Supreme! from whom alone Of veal a lucid loin, mankind

Replete with many a glittering spark, Derive this faculty of mind,

As wise philosophers remark, Vouchsafe to hear my pray'r:

At once both stink and shine. All bad impressions from my breast remove,

On being advised to marry; Nor ought but what thou dost approve, Sir, you are prudent, good, and wise : Be ever treasur'd there.

I own, and thank you from my heart, And much approve what you advise ;

But let me think-before I start.

For folks well able to discorn,

Who know what 'tis to take a wife, HARRIET pluck'd an unblown rose,

Say, 'tis a case of such concern, And, smiling, said to me,

A man should think on't--all his life "E'er this young rose its sweets dis.

The Contrast. close, “I give it unto thee."

The Fews, as we in Sacred Writ are

told, “Why bring me this,” I quick replied, To buy a god, gave Aaron all their gold; “ It can no sweets impart;"

But Christians now, times are so monto 'Twill soon expand," she blushing strous odd, cried,

To heap up gold, will even sell their “If warm'd against thy heart.”

Gop. "This bud,” resum'd the lovely maid,

The Lover's Legacy. “ Would soon have been a rose ; “And then its fragrant beautics fade ;

Unhappy Strephon, dead and cold,

His heart was from his bosom rent, “It withers when it blows."

Embalm’d, and in a box of gold, “Then o'er it opes its tender head,

To his beloved Kitty sent. [ed, “The captive rose to free ;

Some ladies might, perhaps have faintBefore its perfum'd sweets are shed,

But Kitty smild upon the bauble : “Oh! pluck it from the tree. A pin-cushion, said she, I wanted,

Go put it on the dressing-table. " Then let it feel thy heart's warm power,

TI Wonder. .6 Oh nourish it with care,

My heart still hov'ring round about you, " And Gratitude will teach the flower

I thought I could not live without you, ** To shed its sweetness there." Now we've liv'd three months asunder, She plac'd the rose-bud next my heart, How I liv'd with you is the wonder.

I found her words were true ; But found, alas, in that same part,

On a Gentleman, who married a this A thorn was planted too.

consumptive Lady. With a warm skeleton so near,

And wedded to thy arms for life,

When death arrives, it will appear. EPIGRAMS.

Less dreadful--'tis so like thy wife.

A spouse so thin, tho'all agree
On an old Harridan.

Had better much be let alone ;
Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay,

Flesli of thy flesh she cannot be,
Why such embroidery, fringe, and lace! Who is made up of only bone.
Can any dresses find a wav
To stop th' approaches of decay,

The Dotard's Want.
And mend a ruin'd face?

Geron, at fourscore, married ; 'tis the Wilt thou still sparkle in the box,

late. And ogle in the ring ?

No: but he wants an heir to his esta te Canst thou forget thy age and -- ? Can all that shines on shells and rocks, Boston, ( Mass.) Published Make thee a fine young thing?

BY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG. So have I seen in larder dark

No. 70, Stute Street.




No. 35.

Boston, Saturday, December 27, 1806.



ORIGINAL PAPERS, tions on this ill-judging child of

pleasure as he complies with his unreasonable request.


my son, says he, are you about to THE WANDERER,

depart from us? When you quit

your father's house you will indeed, No. 60,

leave home. Pain and disappoint-, ment and misfortune lurk among the most pleasing circles of the

thronged and busy world. You will The Wanderer has seldom di- need the prudence of age, the cauferted the attention of his readers tions of experience, and the kind adentirely from subjects of literature monitions of friendship and regard. to those of morality, but the con- Trust not my son with vain creduliclusion of another year and the re- ty to your own imagined wisdom, ilections it occasions, induces him nor believe those steps are secure to bring before their view that beau- where your inexperience anticipates tiful apologue of sacred history that no danger. Here we have watched relates the story of the prodigal son. over your infancy with tenderness,

“A certain man, (says the para- and your riper years with delight. ble) had two sons; and the younger Why will you leave this asylum of of them said to his father--Father security for the tumults and the give me that portion of goods that troubles of life ? falleth to me."

But you are determined to be acWith the thoughtless impetuosi- quainted with new scenes and new ty of youth he was desirous of rush- manners. Remember then, in all ing beyond the limits of parental au- your conduct, that industry is wealth thority; he sighs for the power of and that honesty is honor. being his own master, longs to pos- enabled to give you a sufficient porsess the hoarded treasures of his tion of goods to allow you to begin venerable parent, in-vain expectation life with reputation, and if you place that wealth will purchase a reprieve your reliance on the favour of profrom care and realize those visions vidence, I hope you may terminate of pleasure which the sanguine tem- with success. per of youthful inexperience is too “ And not many days after, the apt to indulge.

younger son gathered all together “ And he divided unto them his and took his journey into a far counLiving.”

try.” I can see the good old man with And what did he there ? Did he Jindness at bis heart and sorrow in devote his talents to some useful This eye, looking with painful emo-, occupation? Was he distinguished


I am


for the industry of his habits, the l'he sent him into his fields to feed nobleness of his feelings? Did he swine." return the old-man's goodness by Indeed !-Could then the impafollowing his principles and repay tient prodigal, who had quitted even a debt of gratitude by a life of honor ? the ease and security of a father's -No

house for greater relaxation and “ He wasted his substance with pleasure, descend of his own acriotous living." Giving loose to un- cord to the most humiliating of em

controuled appetites and unlawful ployments. Could he who had left · desires, he pursued the phantems of the very bosom of friendship flush

pleasure through all their circles of ed with the promised joys of endeception with the sacrifice of his creased delight, who had rioted amid reputation, his fortune and his health. the charms of beauty and music, he Forgetful of the admonitory pre- who had been accustomed to supercepts and the indulgent generosity fuity and elegance and to all the of his father, he throws away the blandishments of easy'life, could he peace of his mind and the integrity stoop to a menial employment ? of his character for the momentary Necessity has no pride, and folly no gratification of licentious and dis- limit to its degradation. honorable passions.

“ He would fæin have filled his “ And when he had spent all there belly with the husks that the swine arose a mighty famine in that land." did eat.”

Miserable and deceived young Yes that pampered appetite man ! At a distance from every which had feasted on the choicest thing which once had connection viands and the richest wines, that with

your interests; among strang- had gratified itself with whatever ers oppressed with their own wants riotous luxury could command, and probably disgusted with your was now reduced to the mortifying intemperance and fally; with no desire of making the swine his other friends than the companions companions, the ground his table, of the gaming table or dissolute pro- and the husks his food. Even here flgates in more abandoned iniquity, he is disappointed. you find too late the folly of your “ No man gave unto him.” actions, and are to be awakened by

To what an abject and humble sicalamity into sorrow and remorse. tuation is the young votary of plea« And he began to want.”

sure reduced. From the peace and No wonder that he is now refused the affluence and the respect that admission to those tables of luxury attended him in his father's house which once courted the display of among kinsfolk and friends, he had his wealth ; that he no longer hears trifled away his stock of prosperity, those sounds of affection which were and you find him in distress, wretchonce lavished on his ears. The edness and degradation in a foreign bright visions that were opening on country, among strangers with no his gay and thoughtless course are ability to make himself useful, and fading away in the general calamity; no virtue to command respect. he is left to contend at pleasure with In compassionating the situation distress and terror; with the loss of of this ill-advised pupil of dissipaproperty and the danger of life. tion, let us take care, that we are

“And he went and joined him not in disguise paying the debt of self to a citizen of that country, and pity to our own follies. Whoof us

during the year that is now about to out allowance being made for the close, but has crossed the path of decays of strength or the waste of wisdom as widely as the unfortun- time. All this might be natural ate prodigal ? The Wanderer will and excusable if it went no farther, be read by very few who have not but an impression once made is with on the whole had much more cause difficulty extinguished. We surof gratitude than complaint during render our judgment to habits of this annual period, but how many approbation, and often take the have been as anxious as the prod- source whence an article is derived igal to change their destined scene, as the criterion of its merits. In to alter their determined fate,to roam fashion this sentiment is law. Who abroad in search of wider pleasure? ever examines into the convenience How many like him have left indus- or beauty of its decorations ? It istry for amusement, neglected the sufficient that the last importation cautions of experience for the levi. has brought an article directly from ties of youth and lost sight of the St. James' or St. Cloud to give it purposes of life in overweening de- general currency and value.sire to participate its charms. Pur. Whether it be that in winter you sue then the similitude if it has are to be arrayed in muslins or with once been begun. Shake off the furs in July, still is found the same fetters of habit and the restraints of universal acquiescence, as if it were pride. Arise and return to the path treason to doubt the propriety of once injudiciously forsaken. Re- fashionable costumes coming to us turn like the prodigal with resolu- from the great emporiums of taste tions of amendment and the favor and magnificence. In more seri. which protected him wil he found ous concerns the splendor of one not diminished in cheerfulness or great action will sometimes procure powers. Let the new year be the a stock of reputation sufficient to witness of a new life-let us leave last a man for his life ; and he may that servility to the passions which quietly repose on his laurels withdegrades us beneath a feeder;of swine out the trouble of nourishing them; and determining on the attainment of or as the proverb quaintly expresses virtue, make our zeal the gurantee it," he who has got his name up of success.

E. may lay abed till noon." Every

one has heard of the almanack maker who accidentally marked in his

ephemeris that snow would descend For the Emerald.

in May, it chanced that his words

proved true, and for a long time afCHARACTER.

terwards nobody could sell an almaAn author's first book gets his nack but himself; he was the weathname reputation, and his name then erwise prophet in whom every body gives currency to the rest. The trusted, and whose reputation it influence of an acquired character would take a great many accidents is predominant in every circle of to overturn. Now, what assisted life. Where we have once found the almanack maker, has been of valuable information, we turn with great service to many authors beconfidence for a second supply. sides, that is a lucky chance that hapThe tree that has once produced pened to catch the fancy, or interest good fruit is again expected to the feelings of the reader-a few flourish with equal luxuriance, with such fortunate occurrences soon

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