all in motion, the glancing showers, the afterlaughing sun, the maiden blossoms in the gardens, the thickening leafiness of the hedges, the perfect young green of the meadows, the bustling farin-yards, the far prospects, the near and odorous bowers, the bee bounding forth with his deep song through the lightsome atmosphere, the kids leaping, the cattle placidly grazing, the rainbow spanning the hills in its beauty and power, the showers again, the blue sky again, the sun triumphing over the moisture like bright eyes above dewy lips, the perfumed evening, the gentle and the virgin moon. Going home he sees every thing again with the united transport of health and imagination, and in his dreams sees his friend and his mistress as happy as himself.

Here lies to mix with kindred earth,
A child of Wit, of Glee and Mirth;
Hush'd are those powers which gave delight;
And made us laugh in reason's spite:
Thy" gibes and jests, shall now no more,
Set all the rabble in a roar."

Sons of Mirth, aud Humour come,

And drop a tear on Suett's Tomb;

Nor ye alone, but all who view it,

Weep and Exclaim, Alas! poor Suett.

ON A COUNTRY SQUIRE, BURIED IN THE POET'S CORNER, WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

Beneath this stone there lies a scull,
Which when it breath'd was wondrous droll;
But now 'tis dead and doom'd to rot,
This scull's as wise, pray is it not?
As Shakspear's, Newton's, Prior's, Gay's,
The Wits, the sages of their days,

Epigrams.

THE MOTHER AND CHILD.

O'er rocks, where surges loud are rapid whirl'd,
In giant waves aloft impetuous hurl'd—
High on the frontlet ample of the sea,
Stray'd a fair Child in cherub infancy!
And as its ringlets wanton'd in the wind,

On a loose crag, unconscious, pleas'd, rec'in'd, The Mother view'd the boy--the threat'ning steep.

Portentous jutting o'er the swelling deep,
With horror fix'd-with frenzied, tearless eye,
And scarce suppress'd the shriek of agony—
On the rough ground she knelt, and sued to gain
The little wand'rer from the stormy main-
Unveil'd the milky front;-the beauteous child
Beheld maternal love, and sweetly smil'd!
From peril, death, retir'd—and eager, blest,
Sought in the Parent's arms the fond accustom'd
breast!

WIT.

As in smooth oil the razor best is whet,
So wit is by politeness sharpest set;
Their want of edge from their offence is seen,
Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.

OPERA SINGING.

An opera, like a pill'ry, may be said

To nail our ears down, but expose our head.

A Country Parson's answer to a young Lady, who sent him her compliments on the ten of Hearts.

Your compliments, dear lady, pray forbcar: Old English services are more sincere.

You send ten hearts; the tythe is only mine; Give me but one, and burn the other nine.

DEBTOR AND CREDITOR.

To John I ow'd great obligation,
But John unhappily thought fit
To publish it to all the nation;

Sure John and I are more than quit.

A CURE FOR POETRY.

Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Thro' which the living Homer begg'd his bread.

GOOD HEARING.

I heard last week, friend Edward, thou wast dead,

I'm very glad to hear it, too, cries Ned.

SHORT JOURNEY.

Tom's coach and six! whither in such hast going? But a short journey-to his own undoing.

Gleanings.

INFLUENCE OF NIGHT SCENERY.

From Drake's Literary Hours
Sweet is the odeur of the morning's flower,
And rich in mejody her accents rise;
Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour,

At which her blossoms close, her music dies

For then, while languid Nature droops her head, She wakes the tear 'tis luxury to shed.

HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS,

Some of the sweetest assages in the productions of the poets, ancient or modern, may be drawn from their descr ptions of evening and night scenery, and many of these elegant sketches have been committed to memory, for their peculiar truth and beauty. Even when the delineation is merely that of inanimate nature, still the pensive train of thought which we usually associate with the decline of a fine brings with it a fascinating charm; but when day or the tranquil lustre of a moon-light night, with these are mingled or contrasted the pas sions of the human breast, an interest of a stronger kind is excited, and the picture becomes complete. What can harmonize better with the sensations of love or friendship, than those delicious tints which a setting sun frequently diffuses over the face of nature? or what more congenial to the gentlest emotions of the heart, than the landscape lighted up by the soothing splendor of an autumnal moon? How are the tortures of an agonized mind, the wilder passions of the soul, heightened by the contrast of scenery such as this! When sorrow, disappointment, and despair exert their energy, surrounded by images of the most beautiful repose, they rush upon the eye in so bold and prominent a style, as instantly and forcibly to arrest our feelings, and compel our keenest attention.

In the Argonautics of Apollonius Rhodius, a description of this kind, in which the inqui etude of Medea is opposed to the tranquillity. of all around her, has been justly admired, and may indeed be considered as one of the most highly-finished scenes in the poetry of antiquity. It has been thus happily translated.

Night on the earth pour'd darkness; on the sea,
The wakesome sailor to Orion's star
And Helice turn'd heedful. Sunk to rest,
The traveller forgot his toil; his charge,
The sentinel; her death devoted babe,
The mother's painless breast. The village dog
Had ceased his troublous bay. Each busy tumult
Was hush'd at this dead hour, and darkness slept,
Lock'd in the arms of silence. She alone,
Medea, slept not.

A CHILD.

In a child, we behold a man in a small letter, yet the best copy of Adam before he tasted of Eve, or the apple; and he is happy, whose small practice in the world can only write his character. He is nature's fresh picture, newly drawn in oil, which time and much handling dims and defaces. His son is yet a white paper,unscribbled with observations of the world, wherewith, at length, it becomes

a blurred note-book. He is purely happy, because he knows no evil, nor hath made means by sin, to be acquainted with misery. He arrives not at the mischief of being wise, nor endures evils to come by foreseeing them. He kisses and loves all, and, when the smart of the rod is past, smiles on its bearer. Nature and his parents alike dandle him, and tice him on with a bait of sugar, to a draught of wormwood: he plays yet, like a young prentice, the first day, and is not come to his task of melancholy. All the language he speaks yet, is tears, and they serve him well enough to express his necessity: his hardest labour is his tongue, as if he were loth to use so deceitful an organ; and he is best company with it, when he can but prattle. We laugh at his foolish sports, but his game is our earnest, and his drums, rattles, and hobby-horses, but the emblems and mockings of men's business: his father hath writ him as his own little story, wherein he reads those days of his life that he cannot remember; and sighs to see what innocence he hath outlived. The elder he grows, he is a stair lower from God; and, like his first father, much worse in his breeches. He is the Christian's example, and the old man's relapse: the one imitates his pureness, and the other falls into his simplicity. Could he put off his body with his little coat, he had got eternity without a burden and exchanged but one heaven for another.

(FROM KETT'S ELEMENTS.)

To a more convenient situation,

To pay you adoration,
By more frequent visitation,
For the sake of conversation;-
If this kind of oblation.
Be worthy your observation,
It will be an obligation,
Beyond all moderation;-
Believe me in every station,
Without dissimulation,
From generation to generation,
Yours, &c. &c.

THE LADY'S ANSWER.

I received your oration,
With much deliberation,
And some consternation,
At the seeming infatuation,
That had seized your imagination,
When you made such a declaration,
On so slender a foundation,
But on examination,
And some contemplation,
Suppose it done from ostentation,
To display education,

Or rather multiplication,
Of words to the same termination,
Though with great variation,
And different signification,
Which without disputation,
May deserve commendation,
And, I think, imitation,
A sufficient gratification;
But, averse to flirtation,
I'll answer your interrogation,
Without the least prevarication.
And not to pain you by a negation,
Close this by an affirmation,
And assure you of your acceptation :-
Yours without further alteration,
&c. &c.

REPLY.

Yes, Madam, without dubitation,
Your words brought with them consolation
And quickly proved a mitigation,
To sorrows of your own creation,
Already blest with anticipation,
I cannot think of moderation,
Much less of any procrastination,
And unless you sign a recantation,
Let's bring without more dissertation,
This courtship to a termination,
In a matrimonial consummation,
Your's without further trepidation,
&c. &c.

Inscriptions.

ON THE

PORTRAIT OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

Recently created with singular felicity by the pencil of Rochard, out of the most unsatisfactory and unpromising materials.

In Hellas erst the mighty master drew
From the fair forms that only Hellas knew,
With hand unerring, and discernment sure,
Of every subtle charm the essence pure :
(For loveliest forms to his discerning eye,
Might but some partial excellence supply!—)
See of each wavy line th' ambiguous curve
The time-triumphant marble still preserve!
That form to which the Men of Athens ran,
And with applauses crown'd the godlike man.

Here 'twas not so: Nature had lavish'd all On one fair, faultless pure original! For charms like hers that from detection fly (Blended in soft and perfect harmony.) That highest Beauty, where the captive soul, Feels the full force of one impressive whole, The pencil had no utterance !—and the flower Uncopied droop'd and perish'd in an hour! Some frail memorials of abortive art, Remainded to wring, alas, not soothe the heart! That soft illusion where the eye may rest, While fancy dreams the visions of the blest; Earth could not give-we saw in sad despair, In all that was, the all that was not there?

Women of knowledge, taste, and parts,
With filial, friendly, tender hearts.
But no-the men are not to blame,
Since to such treasures all would aim,
Yet none could urge a proper claim;
Treasures which those who know them know
Excel all riches could bestow,
No-none have worth enough to gain,
The hand of either of the twain.
Oh! Nature, when these sisters fair
Thou found'st, ah! why not match the pair?
But such a work surpass'd thy skill.

And hence they must be spinsters still.

ON A LADY ASKING A GENTLEMAN HIS WAKING WISH ON NEW YEAR'S DAY.

I wish'd that two vowels were join'd
In wedlock, so holy and true;

I could not but think in my mind,
Those vowels must be I and U.

1 turn'd it in each point of view,

And turn'd myself round with a sigh; Nought else could I make of the two, For inverted they came U and I.

Miscellanies.

FATALITY ATTENDING THE HOUSE OF STUART. The year 88 has been for several centuries fatal to the Royal House of Stuart:James III. on June the 11th, 1488, Iost a battle to his subjects, by whom he was pursued and assassinated. Mary. Queen of Scots, was beheaded the 8th of Feb. 1588. James II. of England, abdicated the Throne of Great Britain on the 12th of December, 1688; and in the year 1788, the last legitimate male of the House of the Stuart Family expired.

EXTRAORDINARY INSTANCE OF RESOLUTION IN AN INDIAN WOMAN.-When Hyder Ali invaded the kingdom of Calicut, an Indian widow, about the age of 30, braved in person all his efforts. She had upon her estate, near the confines of Canara, a miserable fort, called Bailary, into which she went and took with her twelve hundred Lomeemen, her subjects and labourers, who determined to perish by her side. They sustained two violent assaults, and each time rushing into the midst of the enemies' troops, repulsed them with considerable loss. An incursion from the Mahrattas at last gave Hyder Ali an opportunity to abandon the siege. Her gratitude was as eminent as her courage. A young gentleman of the name

of Brown, was, as a free trader, negociating for the purchase of some goods for the European market: he went with her into the fort, and assisted in the defence. After the siege had been abandoned, she made him presents of so much value as satisfied his wishes. He returned to his native country, where he long lived, enjoying a fortune acquired by his virtue and spirit.

BURNS'S MAUSOLEUM, at Dumfries, is com pleted, by having the marble monument, by Turnerelli, erected in it. The subject is taken from the Bard's dedication to the Caledonian Hunt, where he says, "My Lords and Gentlemen, The poetic genius of my Country found me, as the Prophetic Bard Elijah did Elisha-at the plough, and threw her inspiring mantle over me."-A full length figure of Burns (the size of life) is represented standing between the handles of the plough: his attention appears arrested; he has the one hand on the plough, and with the other he holds the Scotch bonnet to his breast, and looks upward, with a steady attention, to the genius of poetry, who is hovering above, and in the act of drawing her flowing mantle so as to throw it over him: the genius seems beholding the bard with a look of placid satisfaction. The only inscription on the pedestal is "BURNS."

WIFE SELLING.-A fellow had the audacity to outrage public decorum by publishing in a Hull paper, an advertisement announcing his having sold his wife, and which he does in the following terms:- Benjamin Brown, of Foxholes, hereby gives notice, that he sold his wife, Hannah Brown, to Robert Turner, shoemakers of Hull, and delivered her in a halter, at the Cross, on Tuesday's market, Nov. 24, 1818."

The following remarks of Mr. Professor Christian, on this practice, extracted from the fourth volume of Blackstone's Commentaries. may be worth insertion:-"It is extraordinary that prosecutions are not instituted against those who publicly sell their wives, and against those who buy them. Such a practice is shameful and scandalous in itself, and encourages other acts of criminality and wickedness. It now prevails to a degree, that the punishment of some convicted of this offence, by exposure in the pillory, would afford a salutary example. All such acts of indecency and immorality are public misdemeanors; and the offenders may be punished, either by an information granted by the Court of King's Bench, or by an indictment preferred by a Grand Jury at the Assizes or Quarter Sessions-"

VIGOROUS OLD AGE-The Rutland (American) Herald, after giving the particulars of the cattle show at Castleton, in that State, mentions the following extraordinary circumstance: "The day was rendered peculiarly interesting by the presence of Henry Fran cisco, of the age of 137 years, who ploughed

a furrow with the oxen that day exhibited · This veteran, who, in the year 1702, bore arins at the Coronation of Queen Anne, in the year 1819 held the plough at the first Exhibition of the Rutland County Agricul tural Society, and witnessed the assemblage of many thousands of wealthy, industrious, and respectable inhabitants, in a section of the country which was uninhabited and scarcely known, when he had attained his three-score years and ten."

Buns.

DR. EGERTON, late Bishop of Durham, on coming to that See, employed one Dar as agent, in order to improve and ascertain the real value of the estates, &c. Due's report greatly raised the fines and reserved rents of his tenants, who, in their convivial mectings about Durham, had a favourite toast which never escaped them-"May the Lord take the Bishop, and the Devil have his Due."

DUMB WAITER. —A prudent housewife. going to purchase a second-hand dumb-waiter, asked the broker whether be thonght it would answer?—“Yes, ma'am,” replied he, “without question."

PROHIBITION.-A celebrated barrister being asked by a lady, why the sale of detonating balls was prohibited, said, it was because they nade reports contrary to law.

SHUTER. This excellent comedian was once in disgrace with the audience, in consequence of irregularities:-they demanded an apology. Shuter was somewhat tardy; and a lady was going on with her part; but the audience calling out Shuter, Shuter, the arch comedian peeped from behind the curtain,and said, “pray do not shoot her, the lady is innocent, the fault is entirely my own." This put the house in good humour, and Shuter was received with applause.

ON CAPTAIN FOOT, OF THE NAVY, WHO MARRIED MISS PATTEN.

With a Patten for Wife,

Through the rough road of life,
May you safely and happily jog;
May the ring never break,
Or the tie be found weak,

Or the Foot find the PATTEN & CLOG.