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Is there, where anguish mourns a hope. care, replied she, if my busband less fire,
sends his heart abroad all day, proBy sighs and tears consum'd of sad de vided he brings it back to me at
sire, Tears of the heart, that flow in secret
night. there, And sighs, just waked and smother'd by THE RIDICULOUS USE OF TECHNICAL
despair. We recommend Oriental litera
It is absurd to exhibit such a fond, ture to the lover of novelty. Wri
ness of the terms of our profession, ters may here find a fund for allu
as to introduce them at all times sion, less hackneyed than the Grecian or Roman, and, since the days marian did before a new-married
and on all occasions ; as the gramof Joxes, not less classic. Judging couple, wishing they might have from the production before us, we children of the masculine, feminine, should think Hindoo mythology e- and neuter gender. Young men of qually competent to supply the po: the law, both counsellors and attoret with images of beauty and all the nies, are very apt to make use of glowing animation of the varied
the terms of their profession, even God.
in making love to their mistresses, In 1773, an Englishman, struck I remember an epigram, that introwith the beauty, the accomplish-duces a young barrister making ments, and the discretion of a French love in the following terms to his fair actress, sent her the following let-one. ter : “ Mademoiselle, I am told Tems est de pleurer et de rire, that you are discreet, and that you ainsi vous avez beau me dire,
Comme on disoit anciennement : have taken the resolution always to
Je ne puis vous aimer definitivement; remain so; I exhort you to keep it. The contract I have sent, secules to There is a time to laugh and cry: you fifty guineas a month, as long So says the proverb, so say I. as this fancy lasts.
Demurring is an easy task, happen to change your mind, I will Dear plantiff, I cannot obey give you one hundrell, and request your summons to Love's court to-day : the preference.”
But be content, dear girl, as yet,
That to its sentence I'll submit : The following anecdote will serve to And soon, in spite of all alarms, depict the character of M. Henault. I'll meet confinement in your arms. The Queen happening to enter the a. partment of the Dutchesse de ***, who was at that moment writing to the Pre A man of very good sense, but sident, added some obliging expressions totally unacquainted with literature, at the bottom of the letter, and, instead said once, before Boileau, that he of her own signature, subscribed with had rather be able to make a wig the word “Devinez." The reply con. sisted of the following quatrain :
than to make a poem ; adding
" What is the use of poetry, and “ Ces mots traces par une main divine Ne m'ont pause que trouble et qu'embarras what end does it answer?"_" This C'est trop oser, si mon cæur les devine ; very circumstance,” replied Loi. C'est etre ingrat, que ne deviner pas." leau, “ raises my admiration of po
etry ; that having nothing useful in A lady of much good sense was it nevertheless it should be the detold that her husband paid court to light of all meb of talents and reseveral handsome women. I don't I putation.".
Should you A noli prosequi I task.
MISERIES OF SOCIAL LIFE.
Extracts jrom the Miseries of Hu- lost ;-till, at some future period, whert man Life.”
you have long abandoned the pursuit, the truant article appears of its own ac'cord.
Flapping at an expiring fire with an After dinner, with a favourite party, asthmatic pair of bellows. when the cloth has been removed, and
Setting a razor on a sandy hone. the wine of conversation, as well as of The handle of a full tea-cup coming the bottle, is just beginning to bright off in your hand, as you are raising it to en-seeing the door open, and a string your mouth. of babies brought in, and carried round,
Shaving after a frosty walk, (when to be caressed and admired, during the the face is pimpled, skin tender, and rest of the sitting ;-an outrage from hand tremulous,) with cold pump water, which there is not even a bye-law, or hard brush, ropy soap, and a blunt razor, dead-letter statute, under our other. Likewise, shaving, with blister behind wise happy constitution, which will af- each of your ears. ford you the smallest redregs.
Entering your watch at the wrong Being applied to, time after time, by opening, when it instantly dives to your certain easy folks with short memories, knee, where, for want of a lucky oper. for the loan of small sums, for the a. tunity to extricate it, you continue to vowed purpose of making purchases wear it. which you painfully refuse to yourself, out of economy; or for the still more
TO CORRESPONDENTS. provoking purpose of making presents
The Ordeal of this evening discovers much to their friends.
discrimination and critical skill, and mainThe comfort of being kept half an tains its claim to the high reputation form, hour without your hat in a drizzling er numbers have acquiered. We very much rain, while attending a button-holder to regret that several typographical errors in your gate. Being drawn into an inflammatory dis- have inadvertently escaped us.
the first part of our last impression should pute, while labouring under a no less in.
In the Lines on the death of Walter, our flammatory sore throat.
readers will discover the union of friendship
and poetry. They are worthy an attentive Getting up early in a cold gloomy
perusal. morning, (quite enough already, you'll
MARRIAGES.- At Barre, by the Rev. say ; but that's not half of it.)--Getting Mr. Thompson, Mr. Joseph Caldwell, up early in a cold gloomy morning, i mer. to Miss Mary Freeman.-At Dor: say, and on running down into the chester, Mr. John Hawes, to Miss Lu. breakfast-room for warmth and comfort,
cinda Wheelock. At Charlestown, finding chairs, tables, shovel, tongs and Henry Adams, Esq. to Miss Susan Fosfender, huddled into the middle of the ter.--At Roxbury, Mr. Luther Parker, room-dust Aying in all directions-mer. of Boston, to Miss Sally Bucknam, carpet tossed backwards-floor newly
of the former place. washed--windows wide open--bees
In this town, Mr. Martin Beale, to wax, brush, and rubber in one corner-Miss Elizabeth Larrabee ; Mr. Charles brooms, mops, and pails in another-Folks, to Miss Jane Christy; Mr. Siand a dingy Drab on her knees, before mon Hastings to Miss Eliza M’Intosh ; an empty grate.
Mr. Benjamin Ingals, of Boston, to Miss Squatting plump on an unsuspected Lydia Washburu, of Plymouth. cat in your chair.
DEATHS.-.-At Charlestown, Mrs. Just as you finished dressing yourself Hepzebah Kettell, wife of Mr. Jonathan more nicely than usual, to receive com- K. aged 41. pany at dinner,-creeping down into a In this town, Mr. Joshua Pico, aged dark, damp cellar for wine ; and unex. 73.; widow Rebecca Flagg, aged 68 ; pectedly finding, from a sudden chill Mrs. Hannah, wife of Mr. Anthony about the lower part of the leg, that you Otheman, aged 36; Ebenezer Storer, are going by water.
Esq.agcd 77 ; Mrs. Hannah Ives, aged Vainly hunting, a thousand times 79, wife of Mr. James Ivers, and only over, in every corner, crook, and cranny s ster to the late Barlow Trecothick, of the house, for something you have Esq. of London.
PO E T R Y.
LINES ON THE DEATH OF
ARTHUR MAYNARD WALTER.
Nor is this fancy or illusive dream.
Yet, spite of reason, must thy friends still weep.
Now too remote from the green hallow'd turf, *" The inspiration of the Almighty hath given him understanding." + “God breathed into man the breath of life, and man became a living soul."
That hides what late was Walter, t' have performed
PERHAPS e'en now thy genius, B*********r,
Ah, what avails exertion? What the toil
Could stay one moment the destroyer's hand,
No marble honors mark thy sacred tomb,
What though thy wishes, as to earth, were vain?
The altar; saw the off’ring well matur’d.
Jan’y, 5, 1807.
“Come pcace of mind, delightful HARP AND DESPAIR OF
“O come and make thy downy nest By the Rev. W. L. Bowles.
“ Once more on his sad heart;" Sweet Bard, whose tones great Mil.
Meek Faith, a drop of comfort shed; ton might approve,
Sweet Hope, support his aged head; And Shakespeare, from high fancy's
And Charity, avert the burning
dart ! sphere, Turning to the sound his ear,
Fruitless the prayer-the night of deep Bend down a look of sympathy and love; seems o'er the head, e'en now to close ;
O swell the lyre again, As in full accord it poured an angel's In vain the path of purity he trod,
In vain, in vain, train ! But ah! what means that look aghast, He pour'd from fancy's shell his sweetE’en while it seemed, in holy trance,
est hermit strain, On scenes of bliss above to glance? He has no hope on earth, forsake him
not, O God. Was it a Fiend of Darkness pass'd!
Boston, ( Mass.) Published
BY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG. nerveless hand!
No. 70, State Street.