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For my head is white with winter snow,
Until I come to my waiting home,
Then lean once more upon my breast,
We have (ourself) been indisposed for the last four weeks, and consequently have been unable to attend to our editorial duties
|We are, however, thanks be to Providence,
entirely restored to health and activity, and shall be enabled to resume our goose quill.
N. P. WiLLIS.—We are not malicious
the sake of criticism; neither are we back ward in expressing our honest opinion— favourable or unfavourable. The person whose name heads this article, has for several years been prominently before the public in the character of a poet. He has acquired a fame, but it will be as ephemeral as the existance of a butter. fly. Fame did I say ' I mistake—notoriety was the word which I intended to use. The truth is, Mr. Willis owes every thing to puffing. No person thought of
|reading that which he wrote till it was
puffed. Puffed it was, and puffed it colo tinues to be ;-in short, it is altogether PUFF.
We shall, as soon as the Winter Fashions arrive from Europe, give a description and plate of the same. Our readers, on reflection, will agree with us, that it would be useless to give a cut of the present Fashions, as they will soon be superceded by those adapted for the coming season.
. . TERWIS.
The PHILADELPHIA VISITER AND PAR LOUR COMPANION, is published every other Satruday, on fine white paper, each number will com: tain 24 large super-royal octavo pages, enveloped in a fine printed cover, forming at the end of the year a volume of nearly 600 pages, at the very low prico of $125 cts. per annum in advance. $200 will a
charged at the end of the year.
enough to traduce any author, merely for
POETRY, . . . . .
ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.
Then fly ye tedious months away, -
Ah, then what pleasure 'twill excite, . •
What bliss, what transport, what delight,
The name of husband to unite -
Then shall this beating boom thrill
SHE IS THINE.
She is thine—the word is spoken, * Hand to hand, and heart to heart, Though all qther ties are broken, . . Time these bonds shall never part, • Thou hast taken her in gladness, . . From the altar's holy shrine, Oh! remember her in sadness, She is thine, and only thine. In so fair a temple never Aught of ill can hope or come, Good will strive, and striving, ever Make so pure a shrine its hone. . Each the qihcr's love possessing, Say what care should cloud thy brow, She will be to the a blessing, . • And a shield to her be thou.
Hope is a bright, a sempiternal star
By whose softlight the traveller from for,
| "south wine, and forgets to fir: *
iner of the brass rimmed fender, luxurious. ly commenced its perusal. It is impossi. |ble for me to say how long I had been thus occupied—for I was too much ab. sorbed in my subject to take note of time |—when I was interrupted by a light hesiThe motives which induced me, in the tating tap at the door of my room. Sup. year 18–, to embark in the good ship posing that my landlady, who occasional. Thunderbolt, Captain Driver, bound fromly called to have a chat and a glass of New Orleans to London,.as they in no brandy toddy with me as she ‘progressed' way bear upon what I have to relate, to her domitory in the fourth story, was would be of little interest to the reader.doubtfully speculating on the possibility of To detail the occurrences of the voyage, my being awake, and the contingency of would be supererogatory, as well as ir-the brandy toddy, I immediately respond. relevant—-for the regular routine of squalls, ed with a loud sonorous. “Come in" calms, and head winds—the heaving of Straightway the latch was noiselessly turn.
From the Knickerbocker Magazine.
A PENCIL-SKETCH OF A NIGHT SCENE IN
the vessel, and the corresponding and sym-led, the hinges, guiltless of their usual dis.
pathetic heavings of the passenger's dia-cordant creak, oleaginously revolved, and phragms—the glories of a marine sunset slowly entered—not my bustling lady, nor. —the scintilating magnificence of Ocean'salas! any other lady—but a tall, o, eleconstellated mirror, when, on a calm, moon-gant. elderly man, with hat in hand, and light, and starlight night, the tall bark, that perfect self-possession and consum. with her drooping drapery unstitred by amate tact of manner, which enable a man single zephyr, seemed as if floating on an of the world to cloak the most infernal inverted firmament, with all its gems un-impudence of act, with the semblance of fixed and quivering—the various devices polite and friendly attention. More intefor expelling sea ennui-the first sight of resting particulars, connected with thisin. land, and the last sight of water—are they dividual, have blotted from my memory not all written in the journal of every all reminiscences of the minutiae of his emigrating individual who has committed costume. I can only partially enlighten
the sin of print? -
snuffed the candles, swung the baek of my old-fashioned easy chair against the wall,
in the manner depreciated by Mrs. Trol. lope, and in placing my feet on one cor
the curious in such matters, by stating,
said he, with an odd sort of emphasis on
‘On I am a very obscure individual'
ligious enthusiast, on' a crusade against a depravity of the age. Ahem —why not exactly,–though I feel a warm interest in some of its af fairs—the collection of tithes, for instance.' “Ah! in the law perhaps” suggested I, imagining from the significance of his last observation that he came to serve a tithe process on my hostess. - 'No, I never take, though I have been accused of sometimes giving a retaining fee.' - “Of my own profession”. ‘No, Sir; but I can well appreciate the glowing ardor of the spirit that burns for glory, returned the stranger, with a slight twitching of the corners of his mouth. ‘Will you permit me to ask you what is your profession?' I inquired, tartly, for I felt nettled at the manner in which he evaded my leading questions, and deter. mined to assume the tone peremptory. ‘I'm Surveyor General,' said the stranger, with a quiet smile. “Do you wish to see Mrs. —” (my landlady.) ‘No, Sir.’ ‘I presume you have business with some of my fellow lodgers?" ‘Yes, Sir.’ 'May I inquire with whom " “With all, Sir.’ - ‘Well, have the goodness to despatch any you may have with me, as expeditiously as possible.” - - . “Humph!—few people who deal with me are in such a hurry, Major Mysticott; but you'll perhaps not be so impatient, when you know me better.’ “I say stranger, exclaimed I, waxing Wroth at his cool, imperturable, though oil courteous demeanor: “I suppose you think it's a devilish fine joke to walk into a gentleman's private apartment, at this hour of the night, without stating who you * Qr where you come from.” ‘Devilish fine.” You do, hey! Well, then, if you don't *ighten me on these two points, within * many minutes, I shall take the liberty "kicking you down stairs.' ‘Where do I come from ?-I think you *Major now don't you think you could guess?' -
‘You are perfectly correct,” said the stranger, calmly laying his hand on my arm, as, uttering the above elegant exple. . tive, I was about to seize the poker: you are perfectly correct.' Then leaning the table over, he whis. pered in my ear—no matter what—it was sufficient. - Reader, have you ever been much at If you have, you probably understand the meaning of the term “taken aback,' and are aware that the predicament it denotes, is caused by a sudden and directly retrogade change of wind, which sends the vessel, with a startling revulsion, on her haunches, as it were, while every sail, beam, plank, spar, and rope in her fabric, is quivéring beneath the sudden shock of the counteracting impulses. I was in a similar situation, on receiving the stranger's whispered information, and sat for some moments with every nerve and sinew paralysed,—every artery beating like the hammer of a fulling mill,—and each particular hair' twisting like a young black snake, with exquisite horror. The bland tones of the intruder's voice, however, soon, in some measure, re-assured me; and I ventured to steal a look toward his lower extremities, in order to ascertain if his feet had any ‘little peculiarities' about them. . The D—l,—I mean the stranger, laughed, as he observed the direction of my eyes, and tapping his exquisitely polished boots with a long, tapering, flexible black cane, which he held in his hand exclaimed: • ‘Pshaw --you'll see nothing of that. Hob, made these Wellington's. I asked him, when he was measuring me, if he could hide the deformity of a club-foot. ‘Yes,’ said the fashionable artiste, with confident nonchalance, though it was the D—l's own.” He little thought—but no matter. The boots are sans reproche.' “That's a neat cane you have,” said I, in a tremulous semi-tone, more for the sake of trying if my tongue would perform its office, than any thing else. ‘Yes, he replied, handing me the beforementioned long, black, flexible, taperin riding rod; but, Yankee as you are— mean no disrespect—I don't think you'll ever guess what it's made of'.
to take their cue from
... your cicerone.
my own dominions, that I was unable to resist the propensity here. It had an odd effect in company, and frequently led to unpleasant eclaircissements;–so. I deter
mined to divest myself of so annoying an
appendage. Unwilling, however, to part with an old fiend, I had it, as you perceive, mounted with gold, and it really makes a very stylish rattan.' . At this point of the colloquy, St. Paul's clock, struck one, and was immédiately responded to, in every variety of tone, from the innumerable steeples that seem his patriarchal chime." - * ~ * . ‘It’s getting late,' observed the gentleman, and that reminds me of the object of my visit. Do you feet any inclination to see one of the establishments of which you have been reading, in actual operation?: If so, it will give me pleasure to be - y * “I should like it, of all things.’ replied I, hesitatingly: that is, I should—I mean, it would give me..pleasure—but—are there any—ahem —any’— . . "Oh! make yourself easy,'..said my visitor, (who of course every body has by this time discovered to be a branch of the Sa.tanic family,) “make yourself. perfectly easy; there are no conditions—my offer is disinterested—quite uninfluenced by any mercenary motives, I assure you. As a * talented' stranger, coming trom a country, I respect, (I bowed to the double compliment.) I shall be happy to show you some of the ‘happy institutions of this fa.
voured land'—to lionize you, in my par
ticular department. Now is, the time to inspect it to advantage; and if you will
I continued, putting on my chapeau, with an emphasis, and giving it a ‘devil-maycare' slap on the crown, as much as say, ‘Who's afraid –d—me, let's to 0 1" , - - * 9. Having reached the street, we proceed. ed to the nearest hackney-coach station. There was but one vehicle on the stand. It was a miserable, broken-springed affair, to which were attached two shadowy caricatures. of horses, whose locomotive power, compared to the vis inertia of the unwieldly, shattered machine behind them, seemed as nothing to infinity. Their heads, divested of bridles, were turned toward the empty seat of the driver, and there was a touching expression of hopeless hunger in their countenances, as they gazed wistfully on the loose hay which formed its cushion: it was a Canaan they might not attain. My companion, however, displayed no sympathy for their sorrows. Hastily slipping on the bridles, he seized the reins, motioned me to ascend the box, leaped up after me, and then taking a heavy whip from the top of the carriage, began to apply it with singular energy,per. severance and effect." Had any member
Cruelty to. Animals' seen the infliction, his Infernalship would probably have had a taste of ‘Martin's act.” #. said they ‘needs, must go that the d–l drives: be that as it may, the belabored quadrupeds dashed on at a rate that promised to bring us expeditiously to our destination. On reaching the Haymarket, my companion suggested the propriety of alighting, allegiag, reasonably enough, that if seen by any of his quality friends “tooling' such a shabby drag,' he should lose his reputation. We consequently drew up, and do
accompany me to St. James street, I will
a huge Spanish cloak carelessly over my
ready to attend him—allons, my old boy,
of the “Society for the Suppression of