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MR. TOWN CLERK,

were fought between them with doubtful 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,mation has been repeated by the comformed Mr. Town Clerk, which infor

as with equals, nor to attack them with warlike weapons, which were signs of freedom, but with each whips and scourges as they had formerly been accustomed to make them feel. This advice being put in execution, the whips recalled their ideas of slavery, and all the pusillanimity naturally attending it. They threw down their arms, fled in confusion, and many of them were taken and put to death-and not a few of the unfaithful wives destroyed themselves to avoid the resentment of their injured hus

bands.

It is supposed that the antient custom in Russia which is now happily forgotten, of the bride presenting the bridegroom on the nuptial night with a whip, originated from this story of the Scythian wives.

Prussian troops under my command, manding officer of the place, that the are to be treated in the same manner, and are to receive the same allowances with the Royal Imperial French troops sibility of a misunderstanding, I repeat in Nuremberg, but to prevent the posin writing, that the officers are to be furnished with four hot dishes at dinner, beside soup, and are to have wine both at dinner and supper; and always two hot dishes at supper, besides soup. Each have besides his breakfast, two hot dishes non-commissioned officer and private is to at dinner, besides soup, and two quarts of beer, and for supper one hot dish, besides soup, and two quarts of beer. I take this opportunity to desire Mr. Town Clerk will observe, that the troops under my command will regulate the police of the town with the greatest exactness, and den, on pain of such corporeal punishthat smoaking in the streets is forbidment as we shall think fit to inflict; and confiscation of the pipe; and after half past nine no inhabitant will be permitted to be seen in any inn or alehouse; the patrols will look to this, and arrest all persons who shall be found out after that hour, who will infallibly be punished with fine and whipping. I expect this order will be exactly obeyed. Mr. Town Clerk will immediately provide me with a penknife and paperfolder, which shall be returned on my departure, he will also take care that we get all the newspapers that are read here. The beer in this house is very bad, and very good is to be had at Kloster Wesenoe; the Town Clerk will therefore have several barrels filled there, and sent to The following extraordinary produc- pitchers every day. It is just the same head quarters, or at least from 25 to 30 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 willin general, although they had not as oblige me by inserting it in your paper.inany dishes as they had a right to deIt is faithfully translated from the All-mand.--Care must be taken to provide gemeine Zeitung of Friday, May 23, 1806, No. 143; Page 571.

Alexander.

FROM LONDON PAPERS.

HUMOROUS.

Hardships of a Military Life. We have received the following letter, with the inclosure, from Hanburgh, and the facts therein may be relied on If the French eat and drink like the Prussians, it is a wonder that any sort of food is to be had.

SIR,

Hamburgh, June 10, 1806.

I remain, Sir, your obedient servant.

L. Y.

a dessert at least twice a week, together with three bottles of champaign.-To preserve good order, and to prevent the exorbitant bills of innkeepers, I make known

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The communication "from Court.
Street," is written with the correctness
of a politician and the elegance of a
scholar. We should be happy to con-
vey to the public, the author's observa-
tions on topics of literature; but the
Emerald will never be engaged in the
discussions of politics. Agreeably to
its orignal design, it will keep aloof
from the storms of party, and afford a
bower of peaceful retirement, uninter-
tention.
rupted by the rudeness of political con-

In this determination, the
Editors are not to be accused of indif-
ference to the interests of their country:
but "non omnia omnibus aptant"-Lite-
rature and politics have no connection.
They are as improper together as Greek
at a tea-table.

S. L's communication cannot be in

serted, yet it shows points of character
which are perhaps better than either
elegance of style or acuteness of obser-
vation. We can address him in the
words of HENRY V. A fair face will
wither, a full eye will wax hollow-but a
GOOD HEART is the sun and moon, or

A letter from Limerick, of the 9th instant, says, "A few days ago a man was summoned to appear before our Chief Magistrate, charged with a species of fraud hitherto known in this part of the United Kingdom, to wit, selling his wife for ten guineas, and then passing ano-its course truly. ther man's wife on the purchaser instead of his own- splendide fallax.

rather the sun and not the moon, for it
shines brighter and never changes but keeps

Muses for his friend.
R**. has nature for his guide, and the

The Poetry of EDWIN is easy and
elegant.

The communication on “friendship," will be attended to in turn.

Literary Notice.

The Monthly Magazine, already acknowledged to be the best literary Journal in Europe, has acquired 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 wov new Poem, entitled "HOME." and discernment of its original pro- en paper, and will be comprised in about jector and conductor. 150 pages, neat pocket size.

The

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Emerald.

SUMMER.

SUMMER in his glowing car,
Gleaming resplendent from afar,
Pours his flood of glory forth;
Scattered by his lightning eye.
More distant still, the chill blasts fly,
And howl around their ice thron'd king
the north.

O whilst he sends his scorching ray
And sheds "intolerable day,"
Give me the forest's gloomiest
shade;
[round,
And where sweet coolness lives a-
And leads her streams of soothing
sound,
[laid.
There I'll recline at ease, in moss bed

Farsweeter there such shades among, The insect's hum, the bird's sweet song,

And every sound of humblest birth; The buzz of bee in honied flower, What time its leaves his limbs em

bower, And with his weight he bends its head

to earth.

Quick let me fly; in western skies,
Lo! where the thick'ning clouds arise!
Hark, heard you not the thunder's
sound?

E'en now the vaulted sky is riven, With the deep artillery of Heaven, And see the swift wing'd lightnings dart around.

Now the embattled clouds do pour, Heavy & quick the big dropt shower; And thunders rock the pole, Till showering all their stores amain, Full soon they fly the ethereal plain; Yet still the distant rolling awes the soul. And did not then the Almighty king, Ride upon the tempest's wing,

And make his chariot in the cloud? Bow down your heads, ye sons of earth! [worth! How low your state, how mean your He speaks the mighty shake, and fall to dust the proud.

But lo! where blushing sweet, the

morn

With roses doth her brow adorn,

And smiles enraptur'd on the world. How mild the air,how fair the flowers,

O then, whilst calmness round she showers,

I'll brush the dews before day's banner is unfurl'd.

Ye fair,whose blush with morning vies, Up, from that languid couch arise, Climb, cheerful climb the mountain's side;

'Twill give to every charm new grace, Deepen the roses of the face,

Thee lovelier make, and man's yet greater pride.

Night too hath many charms for me,
When silvering o'er the rippling sea,

The full orb'd moon doth rise,
Then quiet o'er the mind is spread,
Then doth she contemplation wed
And raise sweet forms, deck'd out in
rainbow dies.

Then fairy beings flit around, With tiny footsteps print the ground, Following Fancy's mazy tread; The sober Wisdom's heavenly form, Of passions quells the raging storm: Or bids us praise his name who all this goodness shed.

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Repeats his numbers to her callow | Nor claim creation from a pow'r above? Ah no! a sweeter thought the bosom cheers,

young. Sing on, sweet birds, such strains, as thine, impart

Celestial raptures to the heart!

And, perch'd upon the cedar's topmost
bough,

That bends beneath his weight, the
blackbird sings,
While zephyrs sport around his jetty
brow,

Or kiss the ruffled carmine of his wings.
He shakes his plumes-Diana sounds
her horn,

[morn.

All nature joins to "welcome in" the

Lo, yonder sporting with a "dear delight,"

Free from the anguish of Reflection's pain,

The lambs in love and harmony unite, And chase their shadows o'er the fiorid plain.

How free they bound, unconscious of

their doom,

And crop the lily in its infant bloom!
Hark! hear on yonder di'mond-span-

gled mead,

Beneath the branching of a tufted pine,
The shepherd, piping on his rustic reed,
Awakes the mountains with his strains
divine;

While 'neath the copse the green-clad
sylphs advance,

And laughing trip it down the mystic dance!

Mark his smooth brow! how joy illumes

each smile!

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In ev'ry scene a smiling God appears!
Then teach me thou, whose all-creative
word
[arise,
From mists chaotic bade these scenes
Thou great first cause, creation's po-
tent Lord;

O, ever teach me these thy gifts to
prize;
[desire,
And may each morn excite a chaste
And warm my bosom with devotion's
fire.

Newton, Aug. 1st, 1806.

EDWIN.

FOR THE EMERALD.

THOU, who taught me first to dream,
"Tis visionary all!"
Smile, bright Fancy, on my theme;
For to dreams alone we owe,

Sprightly joys and deep-felt woe!

We're actors all, old Shakespeare
said:

We're dreamers all shall be display'd.
In early youth what visions rise, [plies;
What glaring dreams young hope sup-
The world a paradise of joy,
Its pleasures such as ne'er can cloy;
For, borne on Fancy's wings we fly,
O'er all that can create a sigh,
And basking in bright Fortune's ray,
Enjoy a clear unclouded day,
Until, alas! some dire mishap,
Awake us from the pleasing nap,
And bids us mourn those blessings past,.
Which, ah! we dream'd in vain would

last.

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Even Doctors too, as I've been told, | How beautiful, burley, and big,
Among the dreaming sect are roll'd,
Pronouncing with supreme decision,
That life and death are but a vision.
The Poet-ah! what dreams assail,
What visions round him still prevail :
Now soaring high on wings of air,
Now whelm❜d beneath the waves of care;
The child of laughter and of tears,
Still vainly scourg'd by hopes and fears
Condemn'd no medium to know,
But in extremes his life to flow;
While smoothly with the plodding
throng,

With my stockings a delicate pink;
And then a flat opera hat

With tassels, tuck'd under my arm,
My quizzing glass, rings, and all that,
The dear little angels I charm.
Pretty lass-cocking glass,
Taking snuff-talking stuff,
Stare in face-with a grace,

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THE WHIM OF THE DAY.

My mother, good woman, says she,
O Toney when you go to town,
If you do not listen to me,

'You'll be thought an ignorant clown. Now, she was a woman of sense,

Important instructions she gave,
Which, pro bono, I mean to dispense,
To shew you how I mus: behave :
Learn to dance-fence and prance,
Hat so white-boots so bright,
Gaining praise-driving bays,
Hand 'em in-tandem in; i
This is "The Whim of the Day," says
she,.

Yes, this is "The Whim of the Day."
Imprimis, I must wear a vig,

So furiously frizzled now think

How d'ye do?-how d' ye do? This is "The Whim of the Day," says she,

Yes, this is "The Whim of the Day."

The wife must be little I wed,

For fairies are now all the taste;
Her cheeks and her ribbands all red,
And her handkerchief tied to her
waist.

And she, too, must wear a grey wig,
No pockets so heavy to drag;

For fear of appearing too big,

She must carry her clothes in a bag.
A vermicule-ridicule,
Pretty soul-parasol,

Spencers blue-see 'em through,
Hanging vails-catch the gales;
This is "The Whim of the Day," says
she,

Yes, this is "The Whim of the Day."
Little girls, so all things are reverst,

In trowsers appear, I declare,
Then for girls, sure this age is the worst,
So early the breeches they wear.
Yet one thing poor mortals must cheer,
That females are so full of graces,
If failings in fashion appear,

They sink when you look in their faces.
Beautiful-dutiful,

Fashions all-follies call,
Pardon beg-make a leg,
Wish for more-say encore.
This is "The Whim of the Day," says I,
Yes, this is "The Whim of the Day."
{London Sporting Magazine.

STANZAS FROM THE PORTUGUESE.
THE jutting rocks, the ocean laves,

And soon or late those rocks decay:
Until, with liquid powers, the waves,
Sweep every rugged stone away.
Not so the seas of tears I pour,

Ah cruel!, while for thee I pine:
Those seas of tears but harden more
That unrelenting heart of thine.

Boston, Mass.) Published BY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG, No. 70, State Street.

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