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““ both my brother and myself are marked 4. CHRISTIANITY is, on all hands with that fruit---inine is on the left.” “ Is acknowledged (even by its opposers) to it like this?" said Tranquillus, throwing be a religion breathing nothing but chaoff his coat, and pushing up his shirt rity and peace; yet it is certain, that sleeve with uncommon agitation---" Is there have been as many foreign wars
, it like this ?” he again repeated. The as many intestine commotions among the old man, looking stedfastly on the arm Christians, as ever there were among the of Tranquillus, “ It is exactly,” he re Heathen world; to what can this be plied, and instantly bareing his arm, owing ? It may be said, to the depravity shewed its counterpart. “ Just Heaven!" of mankind. But should we go further
, exclaimed Tranquillus, “ I have found and ask, under the government of an in. my brother !"-" Great God !" rejoined finitely good Being, to what this depraContristor, “ thou art as wise in inflict- vity was owing ? how different would be ing thy punishments, as in bestowing the answers returned by various sects of thy rewards; give me power but to em our religion; how vague, how unsatisbrace him, and I shall die in peace."-- factory the conclusioni Tranquillus stepping forward, took him in his arms--it was an embrace of joy; the best places in Elysium to good mo
5. THE bards and sages have allotted while Contristor, faulteringly pronoun narchs, the worst in Ťartarus to the bad
Forgive me, () my brother, and I shall then be happy!" Tranquillus im
ones. What then should become of good
and bad ministers? But on this head mediately replied, " Then be happy! I have fortune sufficient to supply the they were silent; because secondaries wants of us both; we will part no more;
did not always rule their masters, nor I will to-morrow call on my neighbours, princes walk in the trammels of adminisand celebrate---my Joy."
dom find their account in such a con-
duct; in the first instance, it hecomes
they should be called hypocrites; and in
7. A Prince's glory is somewhat like a
woman's chastity; when he once suffers 2. WE often find in intricate cases, that it to be sullied it is lost, and is generally the best of men are the worst of counsel
ever after prostituted to the meanest lors: this, at first, appears strange; but purposes. the wonder will vanish, if we consider worldly policy as generally inconsistent with virtue.
Tit Bits. 3. FORGIVENESS of injuries is certainly a noble principle, but how few who pretend to it really possess it.--I SOLEMN FUNERAL.-Sumetime since forgive my enemy (says one); “ But he
a lady of fortune, at the west end of the wants your assistance, will you give it town, had her favourite lap-dog, named him ?" No ! that is too much.-“ Ì have Diamond, interred with great funeral been much injured by such a person, pomp; his coffin was covered with black (cries another); I heartily forgive him, cloth, ornamented with white nails, hanbut I cannot forget his behaviour; I dles, and a plate upon the coffin, op shall remember it with the first opportu- which was engraved his age and pedinity."--What is all this, but an indica- gree; her servants that attended the fution of revenge, which they chuse not neral had white gloves and favours given directly to acknowledge.
them upon the unhappy occasion.
CURIOUS BARGAIN.- A publican Inn at Reading, and employed in a in Shoreditch sold his wife to a butcher wheel to turn the jack; after a while reyfor a ticket in the present lottery, on nard gave his keeper the slip, aud recondition that if the ticket be drawn a gained his native fields : this very fox was blank, he is to have his wife again as soon afterwards pursued by the honnds, but as the drawing of the lottery is over. running into the town, he sprung over an
half door which opened into the kitchen,
jumped into his wheel, resumed his for: CHANGE OF MIND.---An old maiden mer occupation, and saved his life. lady at Dover, having taken it into her This, though very amazing, is absolutely head that she should die in a few days, true. gave direction to the sexton of the parish, to which she belonged, to dig her out a handsome deep grave; but meeting with a young cornet before the much- MASQUERADE ANECDOTE.---The apprehended time arrived, she was pre
editor of the Dublin Weekly Gazette, vailed upon to accompany him to church commending the prodigious trencher on a very different occasion. The honest prowess of a gentleman who personated sexton was hard at work for her as she
a hungry sailor at the Lord Lieutenant's passed by, when she generously clapped late fancy ball, repeats the following half a guinea into his hand, and bid him pleasant story: fill it up again with the utmost expe
“ He reminded us,” says the editor, dition,
“ of an original and comical scene at the masked ball given on the occasion of the
marriage of the Dauphin to the ArchTranslation of a Charge given by a Grand duchess of Austria, which afforded much
Signior to a new Grand Vizir at his In- diversion to Louis XV. A large beaufet, stallation.
splendidly furnished, afforded refresh
ment in profusion to the company at the THOU Hamzay Pacha, my grand vizir, ball. A'mask in a yellow domino came and absolute minister, who hast been there frequently, and made unconscionraised to the circuit of my imperial pa able havoc among the cooling liquors, lace, and whose behaviour and fidelity the exquisite wines, and all the solid have been approved; I have chosen thee provisions. No sooner did this mask in preference to all my other vizirs, to disappear, than he came back more hunintrust thee with my imperial seal. In gry than ever. He was observed by some consequence of which, if thou conductest masks who shewed him to others. The the affairs of the slaves of the Deity with yellow domino at length became the obthe requisite fidelity in protecting and fa- ject of universal curiosity. His Majesty
and by conforming thyself wished to see him, and anxious to know to my imperial mind, thou wilt be beloved who he was, had him followed. It was in this world, and in that which is to come. found that this was a domino belonging Mahamed Pucha, thy predecessor, drawn in common to the Hundred Royal Swiss away by his ertreme avarice, and by some Guards, who, putting it on alternately, evil councils, having disgraced, by his cor succeeded each other at this post, which, ruption, the honor of my Sublime Porte, we need scarcely add, was not the worst has been therefore deprived.
in the room, until they had nearly all
shared in the repast.
than they do at present, and
Accendit lumina Vesper. VIRGIL. of it.
'Twas even-light;-more beautiful the star
Did ne'er o'erflow it's urn with gentle ray; CUNNING FOX. Some years ago a The Western orb had now retir'd afar, young fox was kept at the Golden Bear And sunk beneath the blush of parting day.
Zephyr hush'd, the whisp'ring leaves
FROM THE GERMAN.
"Till flowers spring up and spangle all the The painted heuth broom hung its lovely
The insect forms that from its dust proceed, The wild rose long had bid each flower On glittering pinions to thy couch shall speed, good night;
Gaze on thy charms, and still from morn to The watch man glow-worm, creeping from night his bed,
Drink draughts of pleasure, and prolong deHad lit his lamp ;-and now 'twas even
Meanwhile iny spirit, kindly freed by death,
Cleave to thy vitals, soothe ench inward
And leave its image graven on thy heart.
A spark of that immortal fire
The beau buys Fielding's works complete,
Each page with rapture cons
Sopbias finds in every street,
To some gay girl his vows are given,
And soon he learns to tell
And when she frowns, in hell.
Ague or Influenza soon
Comes on ; he weds a wife; Before you've recollected thrice
The warm fit ends with one short moon,
The cold fit lasts for life.
Addressed by a Lady to her Infant.
I'll teach thee, as thou grow'st, to look,
With a fond eye, on Nature's book ;
How many things resemble thee!
Upou a grey and cloudless sky;
And think, with smiles, that genial ray
Shall light a blue and cheery day.
Thou'lt see, my Babe, (and scarcely see)
The first light green of forward tree;
And think, the birds shall build and sing
Within its leafy covering,
Thou'lt see the Moon, a very thread,
'Till thou shalt spend one blessed night
Beneath its full and quiet ligbt.
NED. Its first small streak of red disclose;
And think, bow sweet the air will be, Ah! should such bliss be ever mine,
From thine nor fate nor ills should sever And day all bright around that tree !
My throbbing heart--my soul to thine
Should sweetly, fastly cling for ever!
EDWARD T. D.
Let me lose every sorrow in drinking,
"Tis from heaven, and truly divine,
Since it saves us the torture of tbinking, I see thy Sun, at highesi nuon ;
With the water of Lethe's kind stream, I see thy full bright Harvest Moon;
I'll mingle this care-killing liquor : Thy Tree, in majesty of shade;
That the past may appear as a dream, Thy Rose, in thousand blooms array'd.
And thought be extinguish'd the quicker. But shall we wait the evening, dear? When friends have forgotten their faith, And shall we wait the closing year ?
When the world has long ceased to reWhen I am gone, thou still shalt see
gard us, How many things that image thee. When maukind (as wise Solomon saith)
For the turn of a straw will discard us!
Then wine with it's opiate power
Can dea leu the lingering smart,
And chase every cloud that may lower
Round the dreary abode of the heart.
When the roseate colour of youth
Shall give way to the cold hue of age,
Steruly written in feeling's own page,
And stifies the sigh of regret-
That levels our way to the tomb,
Wheu tbe Being is gone whom we che
rish'd, Whose fond smile illumin'd our way,
When all in oue dark night has perish'd, TO
Wine only can bring back the day.
Then pour with a liberal hand,
Sprinkle Wine o'er the hearts that are
blighted, An Angel there demands my love!
'Tis God's fairest gift to the land, And must I say, that Angel's thou!
And bis gifts are not meant to be s ightedThou ! Thou! my charming gentle fair ; 'Tis Thou alone, for whom I vow,
M. R. S.
THE ROBIN'S RETURN.
" Winter again has sent his snows,
The trees are bare, the streams are froze,
And bitter blows the gale;
Again my cherish'd Robin comes,
And seeks his little meal of crumbs,
A meal that sball not fail,
For while those crumbs are mine to give,
He shall not want the means to live.
Nor is he thankless found,
For ever as the day appears,
His song the dreary mountain chcers, "Till thou bast caught it in thy breast. Tho' storms are flying round.
Curs'd be the hand that dares molest, Oh, it is sweet to soothe the breast
That throbbing swells with tender feeling;
To view the cheek in dimples drest, His trust in man well pleases me,
Where languid sorrow's tears were stealing. "Tis fit the wanderer should be free, l'o wing his native air."
Too oft, in Beauty's gayest hour,
The hcart within is cold and gloomy;
She loves, though love each glance reveal. On the banks of the Boyne, thro' the wood
ing; lands of Louth,
Her heart may beat-her bosom swellAttended by many a musical mouth,
Her only hope is in concealing. That now in sad growlings their master de
plore, Who, alas!' to the field shall conduct him
And 'mid the weight of inward care,
Her eye with chrystal light is beaming,
The smile still seems to linger there; Time, mightiest of hunters, whose steed ne'er lacks breath
But sorrow's flood within is streaming. Has run poor Kelly down, and been in at the death;
So may be seen, as eve's last hour, Mute, mute, is the voice that the “ view. When calm and bright the moon is shining, hollow" gave,
The lily, spotless virgin flow'r! And the wild blast of winter howls over his In tears, its tender head declining. grave!
Yet it is sweet, with kindest care, This celebrated Sportsman was employed
The lily's fragile form defending, by the Gentleman of the old Boyne and Louth, To shield it from the wintry air, Hunts, as their Huntsman, for seventy years. And from the fleecy snow descending. He died lately at Drumshallon, County Louth, in his 94th year, never having felt sickness,
Or, from its palid trembling head ventil a few days before his death.
To brush the gem o'ercharged with sorrow,
To cheer it in its lowly bed,
And bid it hope a kinder morrow.
's poor. Imparts a charm that mocks the telling,
To hush it in its morn of swelling.
And Woman's tear, the hallow'd badge
Of grief that claims a kindred feeling,
To dry it ere its source revealing.
TO THE SKULL OF HIS DEAD LADY.
Here's an eye,
A pretty hanging lip, that has forgot now to
Methinks this mouth should make a swearer
To suffer wet damnation to run thro' em.
Here's a cheeki eeps her colour let the wind
go whistle : Oh, it is sweet to hear the sigh
Spout rain, we fear thee not: be hot or cold,
Whose fortunes are upon their faces set,