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were fought between them with MR. TOWN CLERK, doubtlul success, when one of the I have in compliance with the orders leaders advised his countrymen not have received already, verbally into fight again with their own slaves, formed Mr, Town Clerk, which infor
mation has been repeated by the com. as with equals, nor to attack them manding officer of the place, that the with warlike weapons, which were Prussian troops under my command, signs of freedom, but with each are to be treated in the same manner, whips and scourges as they had and are to receive the same allowances formerly been accustomed to make with the Royal Imperial French troops them feel. This advice being put sibility of a misunderstanding, I repeat
in Nuremberg, but to prevent the posin execution, the whips recalled in writing, that the officers are to be their ideas of slavery, and all the furnished with four hot dishes at dinner, pusillanimity naturally attending it. beside soup, and are to have wine both at They threw down their arms, fed dinner and supper; and always two hot
dishes at supper, besides soup. Each in confusion, and many of them
non-cominissioned officer and private is to were taken and put to death and have besides his breakfast, two hot dishes not a few of the unfaithful wives at dinner, besides soup, and two quarts of destroyed themselves to avoid the beer, and for supper one hot dish, besides resentment of their injured hus- soup, and two quarts of beer. I take this bands.
opportunity to desire Mr. Town Clerk
will observe, that the troops under my It is supposed that the antient command will regulate the police of the custom in Russia which is now hap- town with the greatest exactness, and pily forgotten, of the bride present. den, on pain of such corporeal punish,
that smoaking in the streets is forbiding the bridegroom on the nuptial ment as we shall think fit to inflict; and night with a whip, originated from confiscation of the pipe ; and after half this story of the Scythian wives. past nine no inhabitant will be permitted
Alexander, to be seen in any inn or alehouse ; the
patrols will look to tiis, and arrest all
persons who shall be found out after FROM LONDON PAPERS. that hour, who will infallibly be punish
ed with fine and whippingI expect this order will be exactly obeyed. Mr.
Town Clerk will immediately provide Fardships of a Military Life. me with a penknife and paperfolder, We have received the following let- which shall be returned on my departer, with the inclosure, from Hanburgh, ture, he will also take care that we get all and the facts therein may be relied on the newspapers that are read here. The If the French eat and drink like the beer in this house is very bad, and very Prussians, it is a wonder that any sort good is to be had at Kloster Wesenoe; of food is to be had.
the Town Clerk will therefore have
several barrels filled there, and sent to SIR, Hamburgh, June 10, 1806.
head quarters, or at least from 25 to 30 The following extraordinary produc-pitchers every day. It is just the same tion comes from the pen of Major Von with the wine ; we had a sort of red Streit, in his Prussian Majesty's service, wine, which at best was only tolerable ; and is addressed to the town clerk of it is just out and care must be taken to Grasenberg, in the territory of the city provide good wine. My officers were of Nuremberg; should you be of opin- contented with that wine, and the table ion it will amuse your readers, you will in general, although they had not as oblige me by inserting it in your paper. 10 any dishes as they had a right to de. It is faithfully translated from the All. mand.--Care must be taken to provide gemeine Zeitung of Friday, May 23, a dessert at least twice a week, together 1806, No. 143; Page 571.
with three bottles of champaign.-To I remain, Sir, your obedient servant. preserve good order, and to prevent the ex
... Y. orbitant bills of innkeepers, I make known
that each officer is to have a bottle of wine 70 CORRESPONDENTS.
We invite our poetical friends to try wine must be furnished daily.--If this re- their wit at a translation of the Latin quisition is not immediately complied Epigram, among our desultory selec. With, I shall make Mr. Town Clerk an- tions. The skill of the poet will give swerable for the unpleasant consequeno force and point to the satire. VON STREIT, Major.
The Lines of Z. are as crooked as bis Head-quarters, Græfenburg, April 18.
signature. We feel some pride in our
poetical department, and will let no one [Among the singular advertisements in for a share of its honors, who cannot
“ give as well as take.” of quack doctors, there can probably be no where found an instance of boldness The communication “ from Court. equal to the following, taken from the Street," is written with the correctness London Courier of the 27th June.] of a politician and the elegance of a
scholar. We should be happy to conA Challenge.--Messrs. Currie &
vey to the public, the author's observa. Co. challenge the whole world to tions on topics of literature ; but the prove a single instance where their Emerald will never be engaged in the . Medicine and Method of Cure have discussions of politics. Agreeably to failed of the desired effect.
its orignal design, it will keep aloof from the storms of party, and afford a bower of peaceful retirement, uninter
rupted by the rudeness of political conThe Manager of a Company of tention. In this determination, the Tragedians, at Versailles, being ad- Editors are not to be accused of indifvised to form a corps of the pages ference to the interests of their country: of the King, Queen, and Princes, but " non omnia omnibus aptant"--Liteanswered sulkily,“ do you think I
rature and politics have no connection.
They are as improper together as Greek want to make a book ?"
at a tea-table.
S. L's communication cannot be in. A letter from Limerick, of the which are perhaps better than either
serted, yet it shows points of character 9th instant, says, “ A few days ago elegance of style or acuteness of obsera man was summoned to appear be- vation. We can address him in the fore our Chief Magistrate, charged words of HENRY V. 4 fair fuce will with a species of fraud hitherto un- wither, a full eye will wax hollow-but a known in this part of the United GOOD HEART is the sun and moon, or
rather the sun and not the 100:1, for it Kingdom, to wit, selling his wife for shines brighter and never changes but keeps ten guineas, and then passing ano- its course truly. ther man's wife on the purchaser R**. has nature for his guide, and the instead of his own— splendide fal- Muses for his friend. lax.'
The Poetry of EDWIN is easy and
elegant. The Monthly Magazine, already
The communication on " friendship,” acknowledged to be the best literary
will be attended to in turn. Journal in Europe, has acquired
Literary Norice. fresh vigor and new claims to pub- S. H. Parker, of this town, proposes lic patronage, from some recent to put immediately to the press, (from new arrangements, highly credit- a copy just published at Edinburgh,) a able, we understand, to the energy work will be printed on a snperfine wor•
new Poem, entitled “ HOME." The and discernment of its original pro- en paper, and will be comprised in about jector and.conductor.
150 pages, neat pocket size.
For the Emerald.
O then, whilst calmness round she
I'll brush the dews before day's banner Summer in his glowing car,
is unfurl'd. Gleaming res ndent from afar,
Ye fair,whose blush with morning vies, Pours his flood of glory forth ; Scattered by his lightning eye.
Up, from that languid couch arise,
Climb, cheerful climb the mountain's More distant still, the chill blasts fiy, And howl around their ice thron’d king
'Twill give to every charm new grace, the north.
Deepen the roses of the face, O whilst he sends his scorching ray Thee lovelier make, and man's yet And sheds “intolerable day,"
greater pride. Give me the forest's gloomiest shade;
Night too hath many charms for me, And where sweet coolness lives a
When silvering o'er the rippling sea, And leads her streams of soothing
The full orb’d moon doth rise, sound,
[laid. Then quiet o'er the mind is spread,
Then doth she contemplation wed There I'll recline at ease, in moss bed
And raise sweet forms, deck'd out in Farsweeter there such shades among, rainbow dies. The insect's hum, the bird's sweet song,
Then fairy beings flit around, And every sound of humblest birth;
With tiny footsteps print the ground, The buzz of bee in honied flower,
Following Fancy's mazy tread ; What time its leaves his limbs em
The sober Wisdom's heavenly form, bower,
Of passions quells the raging storm : And with his weight he bends its head Or bids us praise his name who all this to earth.
R* Quick let me fly ; in western skies, Lo! where the thick’ning clouds arise!
For the Emerald. Hark, heard you not the thunder's Wuen free from care I tread the dewy sound?
vale E’en now the vaulted sky is riven,
Or o'er the gilded hill-top bend my way, With the deep artillery of Heaven, And see the swift wing'd · lightnings
To snuff the fragrance of the ponant dart around.
And view the beauties of the budding Now the embattled clouds do pour,
day, Heavy & quick the big dropt shower; How beats my pulsive heart with chaste And thunders rock the pole,
[fire ! Till showering all their stores amain, How glows my bosom with devotion's
Full soon they fly the ethereal plain ; Aurora, deck'd in robes of saffron dye, Yet still the distant rolling awes the soul. Perfuin'd with sweets from new-blown
And did not then the Almighty king, Edens driven,
fly, Bow down your heads, ye sons of Surcharg'd with amber from the earth!
streams of heav'n. How low your state, how mean your So blush'd my Mira, when unwilling led He speaks? the mighty shake, and fall By laughing bride-maids to the nuptial
to dust the proud. But lo! where blusling sweet, the The buoyant lark slow wings the balmy
air, With roses doth her brow adorn, And kindly whistles to his mate a song,
And smiles enraptur'd on the world. While she, beside her nest, with tender How mild the air, how fair the flowers,
191 Repeats his numbers to her callow Nor claim creation from a pow'r above ? young
Ah no! a sweeter thought the bosom Sing on, sweet birds, such strains, as cheers, thine, impart
In ev'ry scene a smiling God appears ! Celestial raptures to the heart !
Then teach me thou, whose all-creative And, perch'd upon the cedar's topmost
From mists chaotic bade these scenes That bends beneath his weight, the Thou great first cause, creation's poblackbird sings,
tent Lord ; While zephyrs sport around his jetty O, ever teach me these thy gifts to brow,
[desire, Or kiss the ruffed carmine of his wings. And may each morn excite a chaste He shakes his plumes-Diana sounds And warm my bosom with devotion's her horn,
light," Free from the anguish of Reflection's
pain, The lambs in love and harmony unite, Thou, who taught me first to dream,
“ Tis visionary all .!” And chase their shadows o'er the fiorid Smile, bright Fancy, on my theme; plain.
For to dreams alone we owe, How free they bound, unconscious of their doom,
Sprightly joys and deep-felt woe! And crop the lily in its infant bloom!
We're actors all, old Shakespeare
said : Hark! hear on yonder di'mond-span- We're dreamers all shall be display'd. gled mead,
In early youth what visions rise, (plies; Beneath the branching of a tufted pine, What glaring dreams young hope supThe shepherd, piping on his rustic reed, The world a paradise of joy, Awakes the mountains with his strains Its pleasures such as ne'er can cloy ; divine ;
For, borne on Fancy's wings we fly, While 'neath the copse the green-clad O'er all that can create a sigh, sylphs advance,
And basking in bright Fortune's ray, And laughing trip it down the mystic Enjoy a clear unclouded day, dance!
Until, alas ! some dire mishan, Mark his smooth brow! how joy illumes Awake us from the pleasing nap, each smile!
And bids uś mourn those blessings past, How pleasure sparkles in his hazle eyes! Which, ah! we dream'd in vain would His pipe and Laura ev'ry care beguile,
last. Possess'd of these he ev'ry care defies ;
That lovers dream is nothing new, For like his flocks, that graze his ver- Ideal charms they still pursue ; dant fields,
Neglectful of the just and true, He knows no pleasure but what nature Till dull realities appear, yields.
And sad experience proves too clear; Along the margin of the rippling tide Who builds not on bright Virtlie's base, Ten thousand beauties sparkle in my
With dreamers soon will find a place. view :
The Merchant dreams of riches The vi'let, eglantine in native pride
(tain'd; Refulgent glitter with the morning dew, The Statesman dreams of posts obWhile volant bees their lucent wings Nor do they from their dreams awake,
Till money fails, and friends forsake. And “sip the nectar” of the humid
The Lawyer too, who clients finds, lose ! Still in the general vision joins ;
r And can those beauties, which my soul And oft so strangely dreams prevail, entrance
Justice sits nodding o'er her scale ; With the sweet sense of gratitude and Though judges are array'd around, love,
[chance, Whose gowns and wigs speak depth Can these come flowing from the lap of profound.
Even Doctors too, as I've been told, How beautiful, burley, and big, Among the dreaming sect are rollid, With my stockings a delicate pink; Pronouncing with supreme decision, And then a flat opera hat That life and death are but a vision. With tassels, tuck'd under my arm,
The Poet--ah! what dreams assail, My quizzing glass, rings, and al that, What visions round him still prevail :
The dear little angels I charm. Now soaring high on wings of air,
Pretty lass-cocking glass, Now whelm'd beneath the waves of care ;
Taking snuff-talking stuff, The child of laughter and of tears,
Stare in face—with a grace, Still vainly scourg'd by hopes and fears
How d' ye do?-how d'ye do?
This is “The Whim of the Day," says Condemn'd no medium to know, But in extremes his life to flow;
she, While smoothly with the plodding Yes, this is “The Whim of the Day." throng,
The wife must be little I wed,
Her cheeks and her ribbands all red,
And she, too, must wear a grey wig,
No pockets so heavy to drag ; XIy fair one, thy cheeks are as red as For fear of appearing too big, the rose,
She must carry her clothes in a bag. And thy lips with the ruby can vie ; A vermicule-ridicule, Thy bosom's as white and as pure as Pretty soul-parasol, the snows,
Spencers blue-sce 'em through, And how sweet thy blue languishing Hanging vails-catch the gales ; But why do I call thee most graceful This is "The Wbim of the Day,” says and fair,
she, Tell the beauties united in thee? Yes, this is “The Whim of the Day." Do they call the soft sigh from my Little girls, so all things are reverst, heart, and does there
In trowsers appear, I declare, Dwell young Love ? for perhaps it Then for girls, sure this age is the worst,
So carly the breeches they wear. O yes! there is something your smile Yet one thing poor mortals must cheer,
That females are so full of graces, can impart, When those clegant beauties I view, if failings in fashion appear, A something, a thrilling, a tumult of heat, They sink when you look in their faces.
Beautiful--dutiful, Which inform me alas! it is true.
Fashions all--follies call,
Wish for more-say encore.
This is “The Whim of the Day," says I, My mother, good woman, says she,
Yes, this is “The Whim of the Day." O Toucy when you go to town,
(London Sporting Magazine. If you do not listen to me,
You'll be thought an ignorant clwn. STANZAS FROM THE PORTUGUESE. Now, she was a woman of scnse, Important instructions she gave,
Tue jutting rocks, the ocean laves, Which, pro bono, I mean & dispense,
And soon or late those rocks decay ; To shew you how I musbelare :
Until, with liqnid powers, the waves,
Sweep every rugged stone away.
Not so the seas of tears I pour,
Those seas of tears but barden more This is “ The Whim of the Day," says That unrelenting beart of thine.
she, Yes, this is " The Whim of the Day." Bostur, ( Miss.) Published Imprimis, I must wear a vin,
BY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG, So furiously frizzled .ow think
N970, State Street,
THE WHIM OF THE DAY.