FIRE! About 12 o'clock last night, a fire broke out in a stable in Desbrosses street, and communicated to the house of Mr. Uffington, gold-beater, in Hetty-street which was consumed, with a number of small back buildings, and several adjoining houses materially injured. The greatest exertions of the firemen were necessary to prevent a fur. ther conflagration. The loss of Mr. Uffington is about two thousand dollars, besides the damage to his business, having two moulds destroyed, which cost fifty guineas each in England, and can. not be replaced in this country.

THE THEATRE

In this city will be opened on Mon. day the 10th inst. We have not yet learned particularly, what reinforcements are to join our dramatic corps, but understand that the manager has made arrangements for securing much additional strength and talent, of which we shall give an early account. Master Payne has been playing in Petersburgh and Washington with much eclat, tho' not unmingled with the notes of criticism. We think it probable that the citizens of New-York may shortly have an opportunity of judging of his improvement during his southern tour.

Knitting. This species of household industry is greatly encouraged by the good housewives in Scotland and Wales, and in several parts of England. In the county of Wicklow, in Ireland, however, it is not permitted in the families of the most prudent matrons. The reason they assign for this is, that as knitting and talking can go on together, the most industrious knitters are most frequently found in their neighbours houses propagating scandal,

ROBERT SIMON,

Iadies and Gentlemen's Hair Dresser.

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HAS the honor to inform the Ladies and Gentlemen of the city of New-York, that his Seminary of Fashions, No. 344, Water-Street is open every day during the usual hours of business; and as he consults Fancy in her most varied and whimsical forms, presumes, that no Lady or Gentleman, who shall please to honor him with their custom, can apply without receiving the most ample satisfaction.Independent of the common rotine of his profession, he possesses an art, which will, as the Poet says,

Turn the hair that's grown quite

grey,

To black or any other hue, That aged Fancy please to say; Or order for a wig, or cue.

But it is not to Wigs and Cue, that he is confined; he avers, that he can change the color of hair on the head, without the least pain or inconvenience, he hopes the public will not consider him merely puffing, he disclaims all puffershe wants a fair trial, and feels confident of giving amazing proof of

his skill.

He has the honour of being, the Public's humble Servant, R. S.

N. B. Ladies and Gentlemen waited on at their own houses,

For the Lady's Miscellany.

THE QUESTION DEBATED,

Or a specimen of the power of fashion.

A RURAL DIALOGUE.

AS t'other day, I chanc'd to stray

Along a bank of roses, Where nymphs repair, to take the air, And deck their breasts with posies; Two smiling maids, with frizzled heads, (Who happen'd not to mind me) By cheerful chat, on this and that,

To listen quick inclin'd me.

One said...." My dear, I'm pleas'd to hear
They'r like to change the fashion;
For I declare, to curl my hair

Oft puts me in a passion:
My elbows too, all black and blue,

And growing very scaly,
Give such offence to men of sense,
I'm losing credit daily.
The native flush, and modest blush,

That us'd to make me charming,
Are fled you see-and left poor me,

With countenance alarming. Tho' I'd not boast-I've been the toast, Among the lads of merit; [less Who now profess, 'twould fright them To kiss Medusa's spirit.

I own with shanie, I've been to blame
In swerving from my duty;
But now design, once more to shine,

In all my former beauty.

My looks and dress shall manifest
The truth of this assertion-
When I once more, as heretofore,
Shall disregard aspersion."

"I now sweet maid, the other said,
Regain your former vigour,
And then be drest, unlike the rest,
You'll cut a pretty figure!

Do you believe a longer sleeve,

Or cheeks like blooming roses, Would add more grace, to arms or face,

Than fashion now discloses ?
Will virtue, sense, or elegance
Of person, dress and carriage,
Entrap the swains in Cupid's chains,

And crown our loves with marriage? No-'pon my word, 'tis quite absurd,

And certainly abusive,

To teaze and vex the other sex,

With fangles so delusive.

And we, my dear, need never fear,

That we shall be neglected, While we've at ease, the pow'r to please,

And make ourselves respected. The modern slight to be polite,

Genteel, and entertaining,

I frankly own, is so well known,
As not to need explaining.
Chalk, acids, flate, and walking late,
Amidst the evening vapours,
The vigils too, of Whist and Loo,

By glimm'ring midnight tapers;
And add to these, strong India teas,

With or without confections;
Should health depart, we've still the art

Of making fine complexions!
But here I pause, to state the cause→

And leave yourself to judge it-And bet my fan you've heard the plan, Or read it in the BUDGET.

The name of the paper in which it first appeared.

'Tis simply this-each Lad and Miss,

Would wish to be the fairest-
Or else t'express, by looks and dress,

A person quite the rarest.

But which excells, the beaux or belles,

Is hard to be decided

The means they share, between them are So equally divided.

And Mr. Flash, who cuts a dash,

He swears it is delightful, (pains When nymphs and swains take so much To make themselves look frightful."

THE VOW.

காதே

O CLEAR that cruel doubting brow! I call on mighty Jove,

To witness this eternal vow, 'Tis you alone I love.

With idle romances my book-case is stor'd,

That teach not to praise or to pray, And the bible itself is discharged from the board,

Where once with Jack Bunyan lay.

These bucks of the town with their ele

gant coats,

I'm sick of their horses and chairs: They plunder my hay, and pilfer my

THE TURBAN,

This beautiful embroidery is the work of my mother's own hands."

A Turkish Tale.

(Continued.)

"Your air, your manners, Ì observed before; nay, the very tone of your voice is like him; and this strong, this striking resemblance, was my inducement to present you with a Turban adorned with a jews! that once was his."

"My mother," returned the youth, "has often told me that my father fell at the siege of Famagusta.

"Merciful Alla! is it possible! No? yet, why not? The resemblance! in what station was your father? What was his name ?" exclaimed Mustapha.

"Ibirhim," returned the youth, "the son of Murat Ibirhim, once a Bassa of the sea."

My nephew! my nephew !" cried the Beglerberg, as he embraced him.

"If there wants a further confirmation of a consanguinity so honourable to myself," said the youth,

behold this day presented to me

"Oh, holy and benignant Alla!" exclaimed the Beglerbeg, "who hath so providentially discovered to the meanest of thy servants Mustapha, relations so dear to him, and at a time too when thou hadst perhaps, as a punishment for former transgressions, bereft him of his own children; what words shall he find to convey the sentiments of his heart.

"Thus prostrate before thy throne," he continued, taking the hand of the youth, who involuntarily knelt by him, he receives this precious gift in the hope that thy bounty thus extended to him is a pledge, that thy wrathful arrows are returned to their quiver, and that his sins, negligencies or inadvertencies, are forgiven."

Is there a heart so callous as to bear this scene unmoved? Is there a man in Bagdat that will not rejoice at this happy event? Well, most illustrious Mustapha," said Zornestan, have reason well to remember thy brother Ibirhim; I also equally well remember that he once commanded a detachment of troops in this province, and ther