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"An infant Worshiper of the Muses," The sparrow-hawk has five be asks a counsel of the Editor, whether side herself: the duck always goes the poetical vein be worth indulging in pairs. I am quite alone; I have

and whether "a child to fame" would

To

find his account in a regular series of no father, no mother. To whom poetical studies, similar to that record-shall I lament my woes? To whom ed to have been followed by POPE. shall I unbosom my distress? BeWe have no hesitation in warning this hind whom shall I run when people young enthusiast against the delusive scold me? Shall I complain to the plausibilities of literary renown. sell with "grocer profits" an ounce of crow-toe flowers? The crow-toe of pepper, will turn to more account than flowers fade. Shall I complain to to publish a ream of poetry. To study to the meadow grass? The meadow seven years to pass sleepless nights, grass will wither. Ah! that it till candles dwindle to their sockets, and could hear my lamentation-the "Lamps teach light to counterfeit a gloom" to outwatch the bear song of the wretched orphan! Rise with thrice great Hermes" to run up my loving father! Rise up, my with restless solicitude from hook to loving mother!" I cannot rise up, book; my daughter, I cannot rise up. The the blades of grass grow thick on my green grass is grown over my head ; grave; the blue mist is before my eyes; and on my feet, the weeds and the bushes are grown." ibid

"to pine,

Look pale, all the season, taste no wire," with a view of becoming an author by profession, is a project of no less flat tering promise, than to establish a mis sion for the civilization of tygers, or to found an academy of the sciences in the jungles of the Sunderbands.

[Calcutta Post.

LITERARY NOTICES.

Messrs. Etheridge and Bliss have issued subscriptions for publishing Biographical memoirs of Lord Viscount Nelson, &c. By John Charnock, Esq.

The poetry, which we have yet secn, of savage nations, presents us with descriptions of manners, Mr. Charnock's own claim to merit totally dissimilar to our own, and in this work is not very exalted; as he of those rude energies of mind, says in his preface it is that which "bewhich dignified "the human anilongs to a faithful collector and reporter

of much authentic intelligence that had
been before widely scattered under the
public eye." Of his lordship, it may
be said, in the words of Milton in his
Samson Agonistes,

-No time's for lamentation now;
--Samson hath quit himself
Like Samson, and heroically hath finish'd
life heroic; to his enemies
Hath left years of mourning
And lamentation: to Israel
HONOR HATH LEFT, AND FREEDOM:
To himself and father's house, ETERNAL

The following specimens of a Sclavonian nation are less elevated, but perhaps, more interesting- They are the effusions of a people uncivil-A ized themselves, yet groaning beneath the oppression of civilized society. The Esthonians, a few of whose popular ballads have been preserved by a learned traveller, inhabit the upper regions of the Sir Benjamin West has lately finishgulph of Finland: they are subjected his picture of the Death of Lord

to the Germans, and never did human beings experience more cruel masters. The following song is sweetly simple and unaffectedly pathetic.

FAME.

effort of that eminent painter, as well Nelson, which exceeds every previous in execution as design.

We have inserted the lines from Orlando at his particular request.

What steady powers their endless motions guide,

WHEN wise men love they love to folly, When blockheads love they're melancholly,

When coxcombs love, they love for
fashion,

And quaintly call it the belle passion.
Old bachelors, who wear the willow,

Thro' the same tractless paths of bound-May dream of love, and hug the pillow,

less void!

I trace the blazing comot's fiery trail,
And weigh the whirling planets in a

scale:

These godlike thoughts, while eager 1

pursue,

Some glittring trifle offer'd to my view,
A gnat, an insect, of the meanest kind,
Erase the new-born image from my
mind;

Some beastly want, craving, importu

nate,

Vile as the grinning mastiffs at mygate,
Calls off from heav'nly truth this rea-
"s'ning me,

And tells me I'm a brute as much as he.
If on sublimer wings of love and praise,
My soul above the starry vault I raise,
Lur'd by some vain conceit, or shame-
ful lust,

I flag, I drop, I flutter in the dust.
The tow'ring lark, thus, from her lofty
strain,

Whilst love, in poet's fancy rhyming,
Sets all the bells of folly chiming
of love;

But

The

at varing women, prove

They can love all, but none too dearly,
Their husband's too, but not sincerely.
They'll love a thing whose outward
Marks him twin brother to an ape;
shape
And wed a beggar without breeches.
They'll take a miser for his riches,"
Marry, as if in love with ruin,

A gamester, to their sure undoing,
A drunkard raving, swearing, storming,
For the dear pleasure of reforming
They'll wed a lord, whose breath shall
falter,

Whilst he is crawling from the altar:
What is there women will not do,
When they love man and money too,
Cumberland

THE SWEET NEGLECT.
By Ben Jonson.

STILL to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast:
Still to be poud'red, still perfum'd:
Lady, it is to be presum'à,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Give me a looke, give me a face,
That makes simplicitie a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,
Then all the adulteries of art,
That strike mine eyes, but not my heart

BELCHER & ARMSTRONG, PRINTERS

THE most uneasy and painful It is true indeed that the distress situation to which the mind is sub- of suspense is proportioned to the jected, is a state of suspense. Anx-value of the object to be gained or iously awaiting the issue of some to be lost, but it always turns the interesting event, vibrating between mind from its equipoise and throws the extremes of hope and disap- it like a cork upon the water to the pointment, alarmed without know-mercy of every wave, and the direcing the extent of its danger, defenceless because unacquainted with the point of attack, it has no relief from fortitude, no aid from patience, nor any resource from the melancholy quiet of despair. To danger in its proper form some opposition may be made; art may evade what strength cannot overpower; or the assistance of friendship may alleviate what individual energy could not control; but to the giant of the mind's creation, the alarming monster, who is preparing to come upon us in shape unformed and power unmeasured, no resistance can be made, for we know not where he is vulnerable and no measures can be taken for security, for we know not how security may be found.

tion of every wind. In small concerns it seldom does farther injury than to wrile the temper and create an uncomfortable peevishness and caprice; but as it relates to more important concerns it progresses to carelessness, inattention, abstraction, melancholy, madness, suicide! There are some men of dispositions so peculiarly susceptible, so interested in the contingencies of life, as respecting themselves or their friends, that the apprehension of danger which they cannot control has a more deleterious effect on their minds; and others so cold with apathy that they know nothing till they feel it, and never let their imagination outrun the present hour, lest their capability of enjoyThe faculties of the mind, whichment should unfortunately be marare formed to divert misfortune or red. But take men as they rise and

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suspense will generally be found more intolerable than the actual sufferance of the expected evil, and that one half the acuteness of misfortune arises from the edge which imagination affixes to it. We have such an innate horror for distress that its farthest approach is seen with alarming apprehension,and we strain so hard to pencil out its distant form that it looms larger to the eye through the mist of the mind. CHARLES MANVILLE was one of the most open, and generous dispositions which are found in society; noble in his principles and manly in his actions, he never varied from the directions of honor nor the dignity of pride. . A refined education had given a purity to his sentiments, and a liberal society added polish to his manners, and elegance to his deportment; in parties of fashion he was met with admiration, and in circles of friendship received with regard. Charles had early been united to a woman of family and fortune, but her virtue was superior to her family and her beauty to her fortune. She was one of those who interest the eye and fascinate the heart. Elegant in conversation and gay in her address, she charmed by her appearance and perpetuated her empire by the prudence of her government. While the man of gallantry felt consequence from her smile, and the noviciate advanced under her protection with confidence; her dignity restrained the look of licentiousness and her eye intimidated the advances of boldness.Charles delighted to see his wife surrounded by circles of admiring wits, and fashionable beaux; it was a consequence he delighted her maintaining; it never interfered with the affections of a wife, nor the duties a distempered mind. of a mother; her heart always di-tuating state of suspense, when the lated with love at the approach of heart vibrated like a pendulum to her husband, and the tell-tale lus-opposite extremes, he could neither

tre of her eye spoke the joy his ap probation could impart. For the enjoyment of life it is not sufficien merely to be virtuous, it is required' that no room be allowed for suspicion. In the circles where Manville associated, some were found who en vied his happiness because it was beyond their possession, and other: who wishedto destroy it,that hemigh not weary their eye by such a daz zling pre-eminence. Against con fidence so strong force could no prevail, and art might have beer thought ineffectual; yet the serpen could wind himself unseen under the flowers of domestic happiness and while he infused poison intc the hand, which protected him, leave it at leisure to rankle in the wound

Manville either by the insinuations of envious dependants, or some other unfortunate source, was induced to doubt the fidelity of his beloved Eleonora. Without means to ascertain whether his jealousy was founded in truth, fearing to express his doubts to the wind or almost to breathe on them in silent meditation, yet nevertheless actually distrusting, trembling at the awful situation, he gradually lost the cheerfulness of his conduct, and the hilarity he had always created no longer beamed in his presence. Every day increased his alarm and determined him to procure if possible the damning conviction of guilt, but he hesitated instinctively at violating in thought the purity he had ever held in sacred admiration, and in cool moments of reflection, would bring himself to a conviction which the warm influence of hope almost strengthened into certainty, that the terrors which so long had governed him, were the mere creatures of In this fluc