less fire, Is there, where anguish mourns a hope- I care, replied she, if my busband 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 there, night. And sighs, just waked and smother'd by THE RIDICULOUS USE OF TECHNICAL despair. cian or Roman, and, since the days of JONES, not less classic. Judging from the production before us, we should think Hindoo mythology equally competent to supply the poet with images of beauty and all the glowing animation of the varied God. TERMS. It is absurd to exhibit such a fond, ness of the terms of our profession, We recommend Oriental literature to the lover of novelty. Writers may here find a fund for allusion, less hackneyed than the Gre-as to introduce them at all times marian did before a new-married and on all occasions; as the gramcouple, wishing they might have children of the masculine, feminine, and neuter gender. Young men of the law, both counsellors and attor nies, are very apt to make use of the terms of their profession, even 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"Mademoiselle, I am told that you are discreet, and that you have taken the resolution always to remain so; I exhort you to keep it. The contract I have sent, secures to you fifty guineas a month, as long as this fancy lasts. Should you happen to change your mind, I will give you one hundred, and request the preference." ter: The following anecdote will serve to depict the character of M. Henault. The Queen happening to enter the apartment of the Dutchesse de ***, who was at that moment writing to the President, added some obliging expressions at the bottom of the letter, and, instead of her own signature, subscribed with the word "Devinez." The reply consisted of the following quatrain : "Ces mots traces par une main divine Ne m'ont oause que trouble et qu'embarras C'est trop oser, si mon cœur les devine ; C'est etre ingrat, que ne deviner pas.” A lady of much good sense was told that her husband paid court to several handsome women. I don't one. Tems est de pleurer et de rire, Ainsi vous avez beau me dire, A man of very good sense, but totally unacquainted with literature, said once, before Boileau, that he had rather be able to make a wig than to make a poem; adding"What is the use of poetry, and what end does it answer ?"" This very circumstance," replied Boileau," raises my admiration of poetry; that having nothing useful in it nevertheless it should be the delight of all men of talents and reputation." Extracts from the" Miseries of Hu- | lost ;-till, at some future period, when man Life." MISERIES OF SOCIAL LIFE. you have long abandoned the pursuit, the truant article appears of its own ac'cord. Flapping at an expiring fire with an asthmatic pair of bellows. Setting a razor on a sandy hone. The handle of a full tea-cup coming in your hand, as you are raising it to your mouth. After dinner, with a favourite party, when the cloth has been removed, and the wine of conversation, as well as of the bottle, is just beginning to bright-off en-seeing the door open, and a string of babies brought in, and carried round, to be caressed and admired, during the rest of the sitting;-an outrage from which there is not even a bye-law, or dead-letter statute, under our otherwise happy constitution, which will afford you the smallest redress. Shaving after a frosty walk, (when the face is pimpled, skin tender, and hand tremulous,) with cold pump water, hard brush, ropy soap, and a blunt razor. Likewise, shaving, with blister behind each of your ears. 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 operfor 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 provoking purpose of making presents to their friends. The comfort of being kept half an hour without your hat in a drizzling rain, while attending a button-holder to your gate. Being drawn into an inflammatory dispute, while labouring under a no less inflammatory sore throat. MISERIES DOMESTIC. Getting up early in a cold gloomy morning, (quite enough already, you'll say; but that's not half of it.)-Getting up early in a cold gloomy morning, I say, and on running down into the breakfast-room for warmth and comfort, finding chairs, tables, shovel, tongs and fender, huddled into the middle of the room-dust flying in all directionscarpet tossed backwards-floor newly washed--windows wide open--beeswax, brush, and rubber in one cornerbrooms, mops, and pails in anotherand a dingy Drab on her knees, before an empty grate. Squatting plump on an unsuspected cat in your chair. TO CORRESPONDENTS. The Ordeal of this evening discovers much discrimination and critical skill, and main tains its claim to the high reputation former numbers have acquiered. We very much regret that several typographical errors in have inadvertently escaped us. the first part of our last impression should In the Lines on the death of Walter, our readers will discover the union of friendship and poetry. They are worthy an attentive perusal. MARRIAGES.-At Barre, by the Rev. Mr. Thompson, Mr. Joseph Caldwell, mer. to Miss Mary Freeman.-At Dorchester, Mr. John Hawes, to Miss Lucinda Wheelock.At Charlestown, Henry Adams, Esq. to Miss Susan Foster.-At Roxbury, Mr. Luther Parker, mer. of Boston, to Miss Sally Bucknam, of the former place. In this town, Mr. Martin Beale, to Miss Elizabeth Larrabee; Mr. Charles Folks, to Miss Jane Christy; Mr. Simon Hastings to Miss Eliza M'Intosh; Mr. Benjamin Ingals, of Boston, to Miss Lydia Washburu, of Plymouth. DEATHS. At Charlestown, Mrs. Hepzebah Kettell, wife of Mr. Jonathan K. aged 41. Just as you finished dressing yourself more nicely than usual, to receive company at dinner,-creeping down into a dark, damp cellar for wine; and unex-73; pectedly finding, from a sudden chill about the lower part of the leg, that you are going by water. Vainly hunting, a thousand times over, in every corner, crook, and cranny of the house, for something you have In this town, Mr. Joshua Pico, aged widow Rebecca Flagg, aged 68; Mrs. Hannah, wife of Mr. Anthony Otheman, aged 36; Ebenezer Storer, Esq. aged 77; Mrs. Hannah Ives, aged 79, wife of Mr. James Ivers, and only sister to the late Barlow Trecothick, Esq. of London. POETRY. 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, Thou 'rt not extinguish'd from the firmament! To give it being, heaven did less than speak; It cannot die. When it is lost to us, 'Tis taken to its source. Heav'n draws its breath, YET, spite of reason, must thy friends still weep. That shares its sorrows with a lib'ral hand, It ever scorns a selfishness in tears. Than brother nearer, there survives a friend, * "The inspiration of the Almighty hath given him understanding." That hides what late was Walter, t' have performed He yet enjoys of ignorance the bliss. Th' event, that gives him one more hope for heaven. PERHAPS e'en now thy genius, B******* The hand, thou'dst grasp, is dead.-Grant, gracious heaven! Alike by sorc'ress curiosity, Tempted to other realms, in hope t' return, Ан, what avails exertion? What the toil Who" ride the whirlwind and direct the storm"; But not exertion; not the utmost toil Could stay one moment the destroyer's hand, No marble honors mark thy sacred tomb, Bramin affection there extends her form, WHAT though thy wishes, as to earth, were vain? |