LETTER FROM NAPOLEON TO JOSEPH BONAPARTE. SAID TO HAVE BEEN INTERCEPTED BY THE INSURGENTS OF CALABRIA. [From the Morning Poft.] HITHERTO, my dear Jofeph, you have no reafon to repent of having followed my advice. Believe me, the fortune which feated us on thrones will alfo fupport us there. Europe is palfied; it will be our own faults if we fuffer it to recover; continue to act with rigour; punish without mercy your oppofers; and terrors, more than rewards, will make you fecure of your adherents. Mifplaced humanity has loft Princes more fceptres than injuftice or cruelty. We can never hope to capitulate with men or with destiny. There is no fpace left us between a throne and a grave; when we cease to reign, we must cease to live. But I repeat again, our own want of energy alone can prevent the ftability of our power. Let us never fear any body, but dare every thing; and what have we to fear? The agony of England is indeed violent; but you know I hold her by the hair, as well as Pruffia by the nofe, while I trample upon Auftria, and will foon have Ruffia by both her ears. Italy, France, Holland, Switzerland, Spain, Portugal, and Germany, are in my power. Turkey and Denmark tremble at my frowns, and with my little finger I can crufh Sweden the inftant I think proper. proper. Do not you be fo timid as to fuppofe that the fate which elevated me to be Ruler of Europe, will not alfo fupport me in forging the fetters of Afia, Africa, and America. brow of a bare, infulated, and fteep hill, commanding an entrance to the Ochil mountains. It has obtained the appellation of the Caftle of Gloom: the hill on which it has its fite is washed by the Burn of Care, and, to complete the catalogue of difmal names, it lies within the parish of Dolor.-See PENNANT'S Tour. 3 Energy Energy and vigour, audacity, and confidence in our fortune and fupremacy, will not only be respected by our contemporaries, but our memory will be revered by future ages. Above all, no half measures, no retrogreffions, nor retrospection, and ça ira. (Signed) Yours affectionately, St. Cloud, May 30, 1806. Avifo de Syracufe, July 2d. NAPOLEON.` THE SICK PLANTER AND HIS SLAVE. A PLANTER, near Jamaica town, He was a man of high renown, And rich in ev'ry thing-but feeling. Vafa, his flave, a faithful lad, graces; Was fomewhat in his mafter's He took him to his kind embraces. To leave thee free, with ftore of money." And fobb'd-" Sweet maffa-tank you, honey." And when you die, that you may reft Near him whofe bounty thus conferr'd is, I'll have it in my will expreft, That in my vault your corpfe interr'd is.” "Oh! my goot maffa-never care,” The Slave return'd" Me no disgrace you, Your own relations me give place to." "How!" faid the Planter in a pet. And, 'stead of Carey Street. you-may take poor Vafa." THE COMPOSITION OF A KISS. FRST Cytherea, rapt in fweet employ, A foft invention fram'd of wanton joy; JOANNES SECUNDUS. A RECEIPT FOR A LOVE EPISTLE TO A TA AKE of fighs and of tears a prodigious large number, Of days without joy, and of nights without flumber; Of raptures, and dreams, and fantastical bliffes, Of heart-burning glances, and foul-thrilling kiffes. 1 Talk of love everlasting, and pure adoration, Conjure up from Don Quixote fome high-flying ftory, Then tell her that nothing but love is your food, IN R. H. M. N Park to drive, with dashing stroke, Rapid to turn each corner clear, "I do, Sir, and they all admire Your honour's carriage and the horfes." WHILE boneft Frank Dawfon has giv'n up the ghost, R1 THE FIDDLE-CASE. [From the Obferver.] IGHT fhrewdly has the fong expreft, How good for every care and trouble! In In vain against the ftream we tug; Join'd in this bleffed state of life, A Doctors' Commons of their own. A fuccedaneum helps them out; You'd laugh'd your eyes out had you feen 'em, As funder'd by Pacific Ocean. For many a day, and many a moon, Partition Treaty still went on; Till feuds grew cooler by degrees; -At length the Fiddler chanc'd to fneeze; "Bleis you, my dear!" cries gentle Joan; Crowdero, the name of the fiddler, in Hudibras. RECIPE |