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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.

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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.

MISERIES DOMESTIC.

PO E T R Y.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF

ARTHUR MAYNARD WALTER.
O'ER yon new grave what spirit flits disturb'd ?
Say, ARTHUR, is it thine ? Sunk is that light,
Which gleam'd mild genius from thy house of clay?
Struck from within th' horizon is that orb,
Whose cheering beam could give both light and heat,
Could warm with friendship and with mind illume?
Lost to the vision of this little world,
Thou 'rt not extinguish'd from the firmament!
Stars, that scarce twinkle to the eye of earth,
Are suns to other worlds; and thy blest soul,
Unseen by us, above all stars may soar,
Bright'ning in progress to the highest heaven,
Destin'd to shine among th' unnumber'd lights,
That glow in glory round the throne of God.

Nor is this fancy or illusive dream.
Fiction would tremble to present her wand,
To Grief, whose only solace is in Faith.
Then must th’ Eternal Word begin to fail,
When its fulfilment can begin to cease.
It said in chaos, to this microcosm,
“Let there be "reason," and lo, ali was light !
Can, of this light an atom be extinct ?
As to that atom then, the Word is void.
Instant th’ Eternal must begin to die.
Truth has pronounc'd this reas'ning intellect
The inspiration of th' Almighty God.*
To give it being, heaven did less than speak;
It merely breath’d; and all its beauty bloom'd, t
It is eternal; 'tis the breath of HEAVEN ;
It cannot die. When it is lost to us,
'Tis taken to its source. Heav'n draws its breath,
Inhaling only wbat it once exhald.

Yet, spite of reason, must thy friends still weep.
Thine is no common death ; their loss is great.
The weight of woe let Sympathy relieve.
There is a generosity in grief,
That shares its sorrows with a lib'ral hand,
However dear it holds them to its heart.
It ever scorns a selfishness in tears.
Than brother nearer, there survives a friend,

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
The rites funereal to his obsequies.
He vet enjoys of ignorance the biiss.
Glowing with curiosity, knows not
Th’ event, that gives him one more hope for heaven:
Share the tear of feeling; and, to sooth his grief,
Extend the sweet society of woe!

PERHAPS e'en now thy genius, B*********r,
Surveys the ruins, on which Walter gaz'd!
Perhaps thy heart bounds at the prospects vast,
That gave expansion to his « mighty mind”!
« There Walter rambled, and here Walter view'd."
Thou see'st the grand, the awful, and sublime,
That glow'd in his description, and that first
Kindled thy soul to rapture, and produc'd
The zeal to visit European climes !
Anticipation is comparing notes.
Perhaps thou’now art sealing up thy soul
In sacred fold and superscrib'd to him ;
Or at this moment meet'st him on the shore,
Hand to hand pressing at thy glad return!
No eye now lives to read that passion'd page,
The hand, thou'dst grassi, is dead. Grant, gracious heaven!
It be not ominous! His life yet spare ;
Alike by sorc'ress curiosity,
Tempted to other realms, in hope t' return,
More perfect to his own. 0, let not both
But roam for treasures to enrich the grave!

Ah, what avails exertion? What the toil
Of proud AMBITION, lab'ring to improve
The mind; to augment the dignity of man?
And what the zeal of STUDY, that would bring
Home to thy court, tho'i sov’reign MEMORY,
PRINCIPLES, antient of days ; potentates
Born, from before the world, to inherit
Dominion universal ; ordain'd to hold
The empire of the spheres ; princes that sway
Creation ; whom the elements obey ;
Who “ ride the whirlwind and direct the storm";
From heaven wrest its thunderbolt of vengeance :
Who grasp the lightning, and can guide its way?
What avails that mightier power, than these,
IMAGINATION, soaring beyond their bounds,
Who, not content with words on worlds in being,
Can ev'ry instant start a new creation ?
But not exertion; not the utmost toil
Of proud AMBITION; not the zeal of study,
Nor all the pageantry of MEM'Ry's court,
Crowded by DILIGENCE with powers august,
Nor e'en IMAGINATION, all combin'd,

Could stay one moment the destroyer's hand,
That laid thy blooming prospects in the dust!

No marble honors mark thy sacred tomb,
For marble honors thou would'st blush to own!
No warrior grounds his arms upon thy turf,
Nor GLORY, screaming, rends high heaven for thee!
But at thy grave erect, stands PRINCIPLE,
Weeping a much lov'd son's untimely death.
And at the hillock, that o'erearths thy head,
Nestling in death, an infant cherub see,
The rising hope of JURISPRUDENCE blasted!
At evening, FRIENDSHIP, knec'ing at thy sod,
Sighs to the air a fun’ral sacrifice.
Bramin affection there extends her form,
Deeming religion nature, loudly claims,
The envi'd privilege of common grave.

What though thy wishes, as to earth, were vain?
What though INDUSTRY, night and day, had toil'd
To sink foundations, lasting, deep, and broad?
The faithful workman is remov'd far hence,
Before he raises scarce a single stone
Of superstructure. All is still not lost.
Darkness pavilions Him, who look'd abroad
O'er all thy life approving: He beheld

The altar; saw the off’ring well matur’d.
Th’incense rose grateful; and thy Father's God
Bore in a cloud the sacrifice to heaven.

Jan’y, 5, 1807.

ON THE

COWPER.

er woes

“Come pcace of mind, delightful HARP AND DESPAIR OF

guest,

“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!

Oh speak
Paleness is upon his cheek,-
On his brow the big drops stand,
To airy racancy

Boston, ( Mass.) Published
Points the dread silence of his eye,
And the lov'd lyre it falls, falls from his

BY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG. nerveless hand!

No. 70, State Street.

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