beheld their ship, and humanely did they hoist Anthonio?" cried Alarbus, entering the walk, out their boat for my assistance; for the storm with an eye that darted fire, and gesture was by this much abated. They took me in, speaking wonder. A saint in Heaven, who and carried me on board. The ship was once did own Louisa for her daughter, and English, and bound to America; the world called herself Ismene."-The father caught was now all equally acceptable to me. No his child in his eager arms:-"And is it given opportunity of my return offered for some me to embrace my daughter once again!-be time; and then, as I was attached to the cap- witness, thou dread element, that sawest our tain for his humanity, I was unwilling to dismal parting, of this my blest recovery!→ commit myself to other hands. I completed And didst thou say Ismene was a saint in with him the whole circle of his voyage, and Heaven?-and called she on Anthonio?—and after two years arrived in this Country. The must I weep a pale, a lifeless wife, even when remembrance of past scenes, the noise and I find my long-lost child?"-"Alas! replied busy gaiety of London, made that situation to Louisa, amidst my wishes for a father's care, to me ineligible. Here then I fixed my abode; I dare not call you mine. "Tis true, in early here, where I daily visit that element, that years my fate was as your daughter's; for, robbed me of my every treasure; here l await from the roaring deep, myself and mother were the slow approach of death, and, while I preserved by most unlikely chance; yet, Sir, lament my own, 1 endeavour to lessen the I know my mother sought by earliest opporaffliction of others." Alarbus was silent.-tunity to send to England to enquire after The star of evening now darted its feeble ray in the clear expanse of Heaven, the rising moon played wanton on the summit of the half-formed wave.-The produce of Alarbus's garden had been offered to the strangers, he now led them to enjoy the conveniences of his house. So The sun was forsaking the deep, the lark soared warbling to the sky, the flower began to expand its contracted leaves, when Philario sought the bower. He stood listening and expectant; the bird that perched on the bough, and shook the pearly dew-drop on the rustling leaf, alarmed him with a trembling hope. Louisa was true to her appointed hour; her approach was as the morning of spring; she appeared lovely, and genial was her look; yet it was not the effulgence of summer; healthful showers obscure the dawn of May.The watchful eye of love at once discovered the obtruding gloom.-"Welcome to my love! (cried Philario) welcome as Eve to the firstcreated man. With joy do I observe the charms of health on my Louisa's cheek; but surely the veil of anxiety o'ershadows thy beauties; speak, my love, let not an anxious thought lurk in thy bosom, and Philario be denied to share thy pain." "Thy regard, replied Louisa, has discovered what I meant to conceal; 1 would have saved thee the painful knowledge of my uneasy mind, but I am an ill dissembler. In truth, Philario, the story of this our hospitable friend hath affected me much, for it is most melancholy. My miseries ranking with his so nearly, can you wonder that whilst he weeps a wife, I mourn a wretched parent. When my mother, Philario, was the prey of sickness, even when she lay in the agonies of death, she called me to her bed: Farewell, my Louisa, she cried, and she laid her feeble hand upon my dejected head;Farewell, my child, a happier lot be thine than thy poor parents knew; remember that the votaries of virtue are the favourites of happiness; I go to serve my God, and once again behold my loved Anthonio."- Who named Anthonio, and all she learnt afforded her no hope."-"That early care, my child, was our misfortune; I touched not England's shore till the dull year had twice performed its course; thou art, thou art my daughter; Anthonio was my name, till, that to hide me from officious friends, I changed it for Alarbus.-Ismene was my dear and long-lamented wife. But say, my child! oh! say, to whose kind care I owe thy restoration to these arms-who first received my beloved Ismene-who succoured her distress?"-"Oft', said Louisa, have I heard my mother, while the tear flowed plenteous to your memory, recount our shipwreck, our wonderful escape, our subsequent distresses. When we first reached that shore, which I never hoped to see, would my dear mother say, then, my Louisa, I beheld myself in a far distant climate, friendless and poor; but Heaven, that loves unhappy innocence, has almoners on earth; such is Salinus, such sure he was, when in dry clothes he swathed thy tender limbs, and called the dimpled smile once more to grace thy cheek. Since then, what act of friendship could his power command, that his will has not done? When I shall cease to live, (and grief bears hard upon me) be grateful, my Louisa, for thy mother, I obeyed, and thou, dear Sire, accept it as an earnest of my intire obedience. Still have my steps been guided by Salinus, since I wept my mother's death; and business calling him to this glad isle, with him I came to meet a father's blessing."-Oh Salinus! my friend, my benefactor, cried Alarbus, how shall I express to thee my grateful heart?-how can the labour of my life repay thee?-how!"-Salinus interrupted the effusions of gratitude:-"The repayment, my friend, may be easily made; I am verging to the grave, and in the happiness of my child is my only joy. The young couple, I am sure, will not oppose my desire; permit Philario to assimilate his fortunes, to those of the loved Louisa; let the day which restores her to the best of fathers, unite him to the best of wives; then will your debt of gratitude be fully paid, and I resemble him, who saves the diamond from the raging main, and wears it in his bosom," "My consent can wait alone for the inclinations of my child, replied Alarbus; and, whether I consult the merits of your son, or the cheek of my Louisa, either may obviate that delay. Permit me to retire; the memory of my Ismene must be honoured, and lamented; when I have paid a small tribute to her merit, I will return to my child, and from thence, let us strive, Salinus, who shall best express the fond feelings of a parent's heart. THE MATERIAL DIFFERENCE BETWIXT GOING AND COMING, Exemplified in a short but true tragic-comic Tale. Dick met a friend as down the street He saunter'd out the hour, "I'm glad my Samuel thus to meet, But prithee why so sour? And give a truce to care, That ever lugg'd one's hair." Poor soul she's going, going.” Still urg'd for Meux's humming, So urgent was his case. SUSPICION. P.M.D.M. Rendered into Verse from le Tableau de Paris. An Englishman, who made it his delight To study nature in its varied light, His friend maintain'd this maxim too severe, The value in new crowns, which shone so bright, The heart of av'rice kindled at the sight. Each one was worth six livres, which he, retail Was bound t'expose two hours for public sale: For the small sum of four and twenty pence He'd give a crown to ev'ry judge of sense; If in that time an empty bag remain'd, His friend both argument and wager gain'd. On the Pont-Neuf our hero took his stand, And soon encircled by a motley band, Cries with loud voice, "Who'll buy these crowns quite new, For four and twenty pence I'll sell them you." His smiling mien spoke him nor mad nor fool, And quick they judg'd him by more common rule, "A cheat! a cheat!" resounded midst the throng, Each, self-applauding, wisely march'd along;. At length a female, by their beauty lur'd, I give this sum thro' curiosity." No other customers; his skill proclaim'd, 64 he faith? Gluttonous bird! Why, what did he get that he liked so well?" "Horse-flesh Sir: he died gorging horse-flesh." 66 How come the silly bird to get so much carrion?" " Your father's horses Sir." "What has be lost any?" "Yes Sir, five died last Thursday by overwork."" And why were they worked so hard, Israel?" " Conveying water Sir, to quench the fire?""Fire, what fire?""The fire at your father's house, which is now a heap of ashes.""My father's house burnt to the ground! Good God, how came it on fire?""It is generally supposed by the torches Sir." "Torches, what torches?" Why Sir, the torches used at your mother's funeral." "What, my mother dead?" "Yes, Madam is no Tuore." "Of course you have brought a letter from my father?" "Why Sir, he took to his bed, and died yesterday, about two hours after the bad news." "O my God, what afflicting intelligence-what news do you allude to, that affected the old Edinburgh gentleman so deeply?" The run upon his bank Sir, which has stopped payment-the credit of the Heartnells is gone, and you are not worth a shilling, and I have made bold to take the stage waggon, to let you know about it, that you might have early intelligence of the dis asters. 66 THE BOASTER REPROVED. THAT every man has his faults, is a sentence repeated by every mouth; but while we bear with difficulty those of others, we give way to our own propensities, without reflecting on the fatiguing task we impose upon our friends. Ridicule is the only remedy that can cure this disorder of the mind, and it is to it alone we should have recourse on such occasions.. A descendant of one of the most celebrated families of Gascogny, celebrated, I mean, for its flow of language and love of talking, and not for any deeds of glory, descanted before a numerous company upon the well-known bravery of his ancestors and relations: had he confined his boastings to ancient tales, he might have diffused more amusement than disgust, among his hearers; but, desirous of showing that the race had not degenerated, he modestly pany, had not one of his countrymen, who, more enlightened, frankly acknowledged the natural propensity which leads the greatest part of the inhabitants of Gascony to revel in imaginary scenes, resolved to awe him into silence, and thus begun; "All your exploits are mere common-place, in comparison to those I achieved, and I will relate you a single one that surpasses all yours." My babbler opened wide his ears, secretly intending to appropriate this story to himself, in future time, when none of the hearers should be present, and modestly owned, thall all those he had mentioned were mere children's tricks, performed without any exertion, but that he had some in store, which might shine unobscured by the side of the most brilliant deeds of ancient ages. "One evening," said the other, "as I was returning to town, from the country, I had to pass through a narrow lane, well known for being infested with highwaymen. My horse was in good order, my pistols loaded, and my broad sword hung at my side: I entered the lane without any apprehension. Scarcely had I reached the middle, when a loud shout behind me made me turn my head, and I saw a man with a short gun running fast towards me; I was going to face him with my horse, when two men with large cudgels in their hands, rushing from the hedges, seized the reins, and threatened me with instant death. Undaunted, I took my two pistols, but before I had time to fire, one was knocked out of my hand, the other went off, and one of the robbers fell. I then drew my sword, and though bruised by the blow I had received, struck with all my might, and split the head of the other in two. Freed from any danger on their side, I attempted a second time to turn my horse.". Here he paused a while, and our babbler longing to know the end of this adventure, ex, claimed, "and the third?"-"Oh, the third!" answered the other, "he shot me dead." Translations. THE ROSE AND THE THORN. launched into a faithful description of his A free Translation from the Italian of Lorenzo battles, duels, and successes. He was once a passenger on board a French frigate during the last war, and falling in with an English squadron, composed of three seventy-fours, fought with them for five hours, when luckily the ship taking fire, he was blown up with ten of his countrymen, and dropped into one of the seventy-fours, the crew of which, thinking they were falling from heaven, laid down their arms and surrendered; while the two remaining men of war, struck with dismay at the sight of one of their ships in the possession of the enemy, crowded sails, and rau away. Such were his faithful accounts, and he would have Jong continued to fatigue the ears of the com Pignatti. Clasp'd in a wild Thorn's rugged arms, And hid in sheltering gloom, Bright as the virgin's blush of love, A Rose began to gloom. The thick'ning foliage round her spread Expell'd each smiling beam of day, No mortal's quick, exploring eye, Her bursting buds allure, With lonely splendour crown'd they blow, Less known, but more secure. Vain of her gay unfolding charms And long'd t' excel each springing flow'r And scorning slavery's humble peace, Like a young witless maid, She call'd the blasting wrath of heav'n On the Thorn's lofty head; "Why, cruel, doom my spotless youth In ceaseless gloom to fade? "I hear the sighing breeze, I feel The warmth of nascent day; The breeze, though pure, it cools me not, I see no cheering ray!" "Stay," cried the Thorn, with angry voice, "Forbear thy causeless moan, Repress the swelling notes of pride, "Who, when the south his tempests flings, When howls the blast, when show'rs the hail, Thy brow in verdure shields? "Ah! know the sweets of lowly peace, Cherish thy safe retreat; Soon will thy morn of glory dawn, "But when aloft thy bloom unfolds, And spurns my sheltering arms, What threat'ning perils will surround Thy unprotected charms!" IIe said; but on the dewy breeze, What swelling notes are borne? "Tis the woodcutter's cheerful song, That hails the rising morn. He came; and in his hand the scythe With murd'rous lustre shone; It rose, it fell upon the bush, But struck the Thorn alone. With joy the haughty maid beheld Her frowning guardian die, And caught the blazing stream of light, That rush'd upon her eye. At last, from her long bondage free, Around her plays the morning gale, Her charms the birds proclaim, The bright expanding flow'rs, Her tints began to fade; 'Twas then with alter'd voice she cried, No Thorn could lend its aid! Wither'd and pale, she droop'd her head, Young, unexperienc'd, artless maids, If e'er the yoke of duty hang Too heavy on your heart, The Rose behold, the present bear, Trifles. VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU. Once (says an author, where I need not say) THE PASSIONATE MAN. Than it away doth fly." "Tis very true; but sir, you know, (Replied departing John) Your rage no sooner's fairly off But instantly it's on." Verses. TO A YOUNG GIRL, If your pointed tongue could prove Talks with th' cold north star of heav'n. * Banks of Nith. HOHENLINDEN, By T. Campbell, Esq. Linden, when the sun was low, P.P. HIDALLAN. All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, But Linden shew'd another sight, The darkness of her scenery. Then shook the hills, by thunder riven; But redder yet their fires shall glow, Of Iser rolling rapidly. "Tis morn;-but scarce yon level sun Few, few shall part where many meet; ZEPHYR AND THE STORM, By the Duchess of Devonshire. The laughing Zephyr thus the Storm addrest: "My pride is havock, and my joy is dread! Destroy the hamlet, and the village tear! Begone, fond Hope! at my approach begone; Unalterable Nature drives me on." LOVE'S WREATH. The wreathe that I weave for the brow of my fair, Her touch and her step are the lightest. And the warm looks of Love are they warmer;they gleam Like an Iris, entrancingly ever; And we gaze till the spirit is rapt, and we deem And innocence sits on her cheek as a throne, And happiness beams from her eye, where the bliss And the pleasure that glows in pure spirit, is And the bright rays of mind, like the sun's, gleaming forth, Her loveliness hallow and heighten; And virtue, like incense that burns on a shrine, |