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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."

6. THOSE who pretend either to more
piety or more wisdom than others, sel-

dom find their account in such a con-

duct; in the first instance, it hecomes
people to talk little of their piety, lest

they should be called hypocrites; and in
1. IT was an observation of a certain the second, it is not well for a man to
celebrated author, That all men were make a vaunt of his wisdom, lest others
either knaves or fools, or a composition should be more cunning in their dealings
of both; if that be the case, it is a great with him, and take uncommon pains to
mercy of heaven, when a knavishly dis- make a fool of him.
posed person is a fool, because he can
then do the least mischief.

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.

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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.
N. B. It is to be wished that all Euro-
pean courts, when they appoint or dis-
charge their ministers or servants,
would thus publicly declare their rea-

sons; as such persons would then
attend more to the rectitude of their

than they do at present, and
the public would reap the benefit

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.

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Zephyr hush'd, the whisp'ring leaves

were still,
In silent brake reclin'd the timid deer, When low in earth my frame forgotten lies,
Save when, at intervals, the distant rill, Its crimson currents shall in vapours rise,
Or tinkling sheep bell, struck her list'ning Float where you trend, and fall in dews


"Till flowers spring up and spangle all the The painted heuth broom hung its lovely

ground; head,

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,
Shall prompt thy thoughts, and mingle with

thy breatí,

Cleave to thy vitals, soothe ench inward


And leave its image graven on thy heart.
By Lord Byron.
Yes! Love, indeed, is light from heav'n,

A spark of that immortal fire
With Angels shar'd-by ALLA giv'n,

To list from earth our low desire.
Devotion wafts the mind above,

The beau buys Fielding's works complete,
But heav'n itself descends in love :

Each page with rapture cons
A feeling from the Godhead caught,

Sopbias finds in every street,
To wean from self each sordid thought : And is himself Tom Jones.
A ray of HIM who fram'd the whole,
A glóry circling round the soul.

To some gay girl his vows are given,

And soon he learns to tell
That when she smiles, he is in heaven,

And when she frowns, in hell.

Ague or Influenza soon
Nor let soft slumbers close your eyes,

Comes on ; he weds a wife; Before you've recollected thrice

The warm fit ends with one short moon,
The train of actions through the day,

The cold fit lasts for life.
Where have my feet chose out the way.
What have I learn'd, where'er l've been,
From all I've heard, from all I've seen ?
What know 1 more that's worth the knowing,
What have 1 done that's worth the doing ?

What have I sought that I should shun,
What duty have I left undone,

Addressed by a Lady to her Infant.
Orinto what new follies run?
These self-enquiries are the road

I'll teach thee, as thou grow'st, to look,
That leads to virtue and to God.

With a fond eye, on Nature's book ;
And there, my little one, thou'lt see

How many things resemble thee!
THE CHOICE, to Miss C. B. Tbou'lt see the blink of morning's eye

Upou a grey and cloudless sky;
Says a person one day,

And think, with smiles, that genial ray
In a frolicksome way,

Shall light a blue and cheery day.
To a Miss whom I shall call Nan,
Sweet Miss, would you choose

Thou'lt see, my Babe, (and scarcely see)
To wear Hymen's noose,

The first light green of forward tree;
What trade would you have the good man?

And think, the birds shall build and sing

Within its leafy covering,
O says Miss, if I marry
Let him be -'Pot-e-lary,

Thou'lt see the Moon, a very thread,
for I'm so troubled with pouting and And think thee bow its borns will spread,

'Till thou shalt spend one blessed night
That the pills he would give

Beneath its full and quiet ligbt.
Would be sure to relieve,
And he'll bleed me and blister for nothing. Thou'lt see the first bud of the rose,

NED. Its first small streak of red disclose;


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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!
Ay, Little One, and such art thou !
I look upon thy peaceful brow-

Thy gentle eyes, that roll the while-
Thy lips, that have not learut to smile.

And, as I look, I seem to see,
Not that which is, but what shall be ; Ob bring me a goblet of Wine,
And all my hopes are on the wing,

Let me lose every sorrow in drinking,
As busy as the bees of spring.

"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!
Alas ! my Child, the sun goes down,

Then wine with it's opiate power
And April's green bath turn'd to brown;

Can dea leu the lingering smart,
The Moon hath wau'd, the Flowers decay,
The year hath bloom'd, and died away.

And chase every cloud that may lower

Round the dreary abode of the heart.
E'en 50 !--And so our hopes decay,

When the roseate colour of youth
And life is nought but meinury ;

Shall give way to the cold hue of age,
And time fleets on, and age must trace And Man must acknowledge the truth
Her wrinkles e'ev upon that face.

Steruly written in feeling's own page,
And turn thy few thin hairs to white, Then 'tis Wine that disperses the gloom,
And do dishonour to thy sight;

And stifies the sigh of regret-
And thou shalt rest thy weary head,

That levels our way to the tomb,
Thy sbroud a dress, the grave thy bed! And lightens the last heavy debt!

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.
Wben I to yonder Church repair

Then pour with a liberal hand,
To send my holy vows above,

Sprinkle Wine o'er the hearts that are
An Angel there receives my pray'r,

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.
For whom I give my constant prayer.
0! I have mark'd that modest face,

Blooming with love and sympathy!

" Winter again has sent his snows,
0! I have seen a seraph's grace

The trees are bare, the streams are froze,
Beaming within thy timid eye!

And bitter blows the gale;
Yes, I have seen ! and while my soul

Again my cherish'd Robin comes,
Did hang in rapture on thy form,

And seeks his little meal of crumbs,

A meal that sball not fail,
Sighs in succession from me stole,

For while those crumbs are mine to give,
Unconscious of the inward storm-

He shall not want the means to live.
The storm of Love !-That inward fire,

Nor is he thankless found,
Which raging, leaves iny soul no rest.

For ever as the day appears,
()! do not let that flame expire

His song the dreary mountain chcers, "Till thou bast caught it in thy breast. Tho' storms are flying round.

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Curs'd be the hand that dares molest, Oh, it is sweet to soothe the breast
The minstrel with the rosy breast,

That throbbing swells with tender feeling;
The bird that claims our care,

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;
LINES on the DEATH of PETER KELLY.* "Too oft the smile is like the flow'r,
Poor Kelly, who liv'd by the charms of the That lives not-feeds not yet is bloomy.

And for threescore and ten years continued Ah! hapless Woman may not tell

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.
Law bears the name, but money has the pow'r, Yet it is sweet, for Woman's sigh
The cause is bad whene'er the client's

's poor. Imparts a charm that mocks the telling,
Those strick-liv'd men that seem above the Sues for a tribute from the eye,

To hush it in its morn of swelling.
Are oft too modest to resist our gold,
So judgment, like our other wares, is sold :
And the graveKnight that nods upon the laws

And Woman's tear, the hallow'd badge
Wak'd by a fee, hems and approves the cause.

Of grief that claims a kindred feeling,
Commands a sigh, the soul's dear pledge,

To dry it ere its source revealing.
It was a question, whether he
Or's horse were of a family
More worshipful, till antiquaries
(After they had por'dout almost their eyes)

Did very learnedly decide
The bus’ness on the horse's side;

And prov'd not only horse but cows,
Nay pigs were of the elder house;
For beasts, when man was but a piece

Here's an eye,
Of earth himself, did th' earth possess. Able to tempt a great man-to serve God.

A pretty hanging lip, that has forgot now to


Methinks this mouth should make a swearer

tremble ;
A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo'em,

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,
That trembles on the lip of beauty ; All's one with us : and is not he absurd,
To wipe the dew that wets the eye

Whose fortunes are upon their faces set,
Of her who pines 'tween luve and duty. That fear no other god but wind and wet ?

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