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that of Noah's dove, will find no rest until returned to the ark of domestic tranquillity. The peace he enjoys at home, entitles him to respect abroad, gives joy to his conversations, and adds vigour to his friendships. It is this, also, which consoles in calamity, and plucks out the arrow of ill natured censure. Happy the man who with cool, determined indiference, can withdraw from the world's applause, and the world's envy, meeting in the smiles of a wife, gratification which the former cannot abate by its subtilty, nor the latter embitter by its venom.

Need I reverse the subject and show the disorders, the horrors of licentious Jove.. I forbear. It is sufficient that I hint that rapine, and murder are anong its evils, and that virtuous affection is the parent of prudence and the nurse of innocence.

The way to secure conjugal love is to deserve it. Reciprocal attention will induce constant contentment; tenderness, itself a virtue, encourage its gister virtues, and "Love be" literally the fulfilling of the law.".

LEANDER.

For the Emerald. DESULTORY SELECTIONS And Original Remarks.

Of Buistrode Whitelock, the memorialist, Clarendon gives the following character. "Whitelock was a man of eminent parts and great learning out of his profession, and singular reputation in it: if he swerved from his allegiance, it was with less rancour and malice than other men; he never led but followed, and was rather carried away with the torrent than swam with the stream.”

The following lines by Beaumont and Fletcher, are descriptive of the state of melancholy; and possess a quaintness, quite original.

"Folded arms, and fixed eyes;
A sigh, that piercing mortifies :
A look that's fasten'd to the ground;
A tongue chain'd up without a sound;
Fountain heads, and pathless groves,
Places which pale Passion loves
Moon-light walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly hous'd, save bats and owls,

A coincidence of idea, appears by William Davenant's with a stanza in comparing the following lines of Sir

the Duenna of Mr. Sheridan.
The lark now leaves his wat❜ry nest,
And, climbing, shakes his dewy wings;
He takes this window for the east,

And to implore your light he sings,
Awake, awake the morn will never rise
Till she can dress her beauty at your
eyes.

The merchant bows unto the seaman's
star,
[takes;
The ploughman from the sun his season

Lord Clarendon's style is pronounced by Dr. Johnson " to be the effusions of But still the lover wonders what they are a mind crowded with ideas, and desir-Who look for day, before his mistress ous of imparting them; and therefore always accumulating words, and invoiying one clause and sentence in another."

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Awake, awake, break through your veils of lawn,

Then draw your curtains and begin the dawn.

The breath of morn bids hence the
night;1

Unveil those beauteous eyes, my fair;
For till the dawn of love be there,
feel no day--Down no light.

There is in his negligence a rude and inartificial roajesty, which, without the nicety of laboured elegance, swells the mind by its plenitude and diffusion.His narrative is not, perhaps, suficient. ly rapid, being stopped too frequently by particularities; which, though they might strike the author, who was present at the transactions, will not equally detain the attention of pesterity; but his ignorance, or carelessness, of the art of writing are amply compensated by The affectation of dressing ill subhis knowledge of nature and of policy,jects one to numerous inconveniences; by the wisdom of his maxims, the just-besides the impropriety of departing ness of his reasonings, and strengur of from the faurs and expectations of soHis characters. ciety.”** An American colene), who had

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spent most of his life among the Indians, used to go habited like one; one day in the Coffee-house, in New-York, he was rather refractory on some occasion, when a gentleman turned him out of the room; "Sir, (says the Colo net) I am a gentleman." "Then dress He one," says the other, turning on his heel and walked in.

Sir John Hawkins in his life of Duc tor Johnson, was little inclined to pane, gyrio. On the contrary he treats the most eminent men in the kingdom with a severity equally unjustifiable, and undescerning. On the article of debates,

he says;

With great judgement does John, son adopt the unrestrained oratory of the other house, and with equal facility iznitate the deep-mouthed rancour of Pultney and the yelping pertinacity of Pitt."

The beauty of the succeeding lines by Doctor South, on a lady walking in the snow, is remarkably striking; and the conceit, partakes both of poetry and gallantry.

I SAW fair CHLORIS walk alone,
When feather'd rain came gently down;
And Jove descended from his tow'r,
To court her in a silver show'r.
The wanton snow flew to her breasts,
Like little birds into their nests:
But, being o'ercome by whiteness there
With grief dissolv'd into a tear ;
And, trickling down her garments hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.

The poetry of Parnell, possesses a Beatness, and quaintness of expression, equally removed from high sublimity and low vulgarity; but it is always so pleasing as to repay for the second-perusal. The arrows of the god of love, he supposes to be differently feathered, according to the characters of the different objects of his archery. And ev'ry dart can boast a kind, Which suits each proper turn of mind, From the tow'ring eagle's plume The gen'rous hearts accept their doom. Shot by the peacock's painted eye, The vain and airy loyers die.

For careful dames and frugal men
The shafts are speckled by the hen.
The pyes and parrot deck the darts
When prattling wins the panting hearts

Alluding to the story of Danae.

When from the voice the passions spring,

The warbling finch affords a wing: Together, by the sparrow stung, Down fall the wanton and the young; And fledg'd by geese the weapons by, When others love they know not why.

It is said of the celebrated Dr. Radcliffe, that he was not in the habit of paying his bills without much following and importunity: nor then, if any chance appeared of wearying out the patience of his creditors.

A paviour after long and fruitless attempts, caught him just getting out of his chariot at his own door in Blooms

bury square, and set upon him. "Why you rascal, said the Doctor, do you pretend to be paid for such a piece of work? Why you have spoiled my pavement and then covered it over with earth to hide your bad work." Doctor, said the paviour, mine is not the only bad work that the earth hides. dog you," said the Doctor, "are you a wit? well you must be poor, come in " The man was paid.

"You

Lo! Surrey's Lord that chapel quits
Modern Epigram.
Where priests dull masses chaunt,
And in St. Stephen's Chapel sits,

A zealous protestant.
But since call'd up, by fates decree,
The Upper-house to enter
A further reformation see!

His grace becomes dissenter.

Some one says prettily enough, "it is no evidence of a man's understanding that he is capable of discovering the er rors of another; or of his humanity, that he is capable of exposing them"

A Mr. Foster Webb, who contributed some time ago to the amusement of the English public, by various enigmas, was beautifully dissuaded from his were written by a friend. pursuit, by the following lines, which

Too modest bard, with enigmatic veil No longer let thy muse her charms conceal, [disguise, Though oft the sun in clouds his face Still he looks nobler when he gilds the skles,

Do thou, like him avow the native flame, Burst through the gloom, and brighten inte fame.

For the Emerald.

necessary to render their travels easy 1500 miles into the interior, to a place and speedy-they had penetrated about

Numerous have lately been the scenes of amusement, for the citizens of Bos-called Sego, which Mr. PARK has deton. The Panorama of the Battle of Alexandria; two Dromedaries; The Poulican, alias a shaved bear; the Tunisian Ambassador, and a quarrel of Physicians.

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scribed in his former Book of Travels.— The number of his attendants had been reduced by sickness and death to three, exclusive of himself;-the King of this place, after carrying him into every part of the city, which is walled in and considered the largest in Africa, and shewing him every curiosity which it afforded, had cruelly and brutally murdered him, together with his attendants. This intelligence is furnished us by a gentleman recently from the Rio Pongus, who received the information from traders from the interior country, and on whom reliance might be placed. Charleston Courier.

LITERARY NOTICES. Translated for the Emerald, from the French Journals.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree? The weapons of warfare used by the combatants respecting the vaccine virus, are neither so keen as the lancet, nor so penetrating as the probe; they are handled without the nicety of skill, and lacerate the subject, without searching the wound. The antagonists are evidently "enrag'd with war," but their swords are rusty; being "worn with war's disuse," they had neglected to brighten them before the fight began, otherwise we should not see expressions of abuse and virulence escape from the pen of Dr. Waterhouse, or any “ ber of the Medical Society," which are cousin-germans to the slang of St.Giles'. Junius said to Sir William Draper, "An academical education has given you unlimited command over the most beautiful figures of speech. Masks,hatchets,racks and vipers dance through your letters in all the mazes of metaphorical confu-result of his researches is, that this celsion."Of these gentlemen it may be said, that they have abundance of "metaphorical confusion, dancing unmasked in mazes through their letters," and though no "hatchet" has been used, and no 66 viper" has bitten them, there evidently appears to have been venom instilled somewhere, sufficient indeed to put their genius to the "rack."

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MUNGO PARK-We are sorry to communicate to our readers, the death of this enterprising and indefatigable traveller, whose researches in Africa have been read with so much avidity, and have afforded so much instruction. He had been amply supplied by the British government with every thing necessary to render his second tour through the interior of that country, of the highest benefit to mankind He arrived at Goree, in a British ship of war in the month of March, 1805; from which he ascended the river Gambia, with about forty attendants, provided with portable canoes, and every thing

A learned Italian, Mr. J. C. Galecini Napione, member of the Imperial Academy, at Turin, has lately published a Dissertation, in Italian, upon the native country of Christopher Columbus. The

ebrated navigator was born, not at GeNOA, as is generally believed, but in a little town of the province of Liguria, of which Genoa was the capital, but the name of which is not positively known; that he originated at Montserrat; that his parents were of Cuccaro, a little village of Piedmont, and that conse. quently Montserrat is the native country of this great man, notwithstanding he first saw the light in another part of Italy. Thus Florence is regarded as the country of Petrarch, though he was really born at Arezzo, and of Boccace, notwithstanding he came into the world at Paris.

Mercure de France.

M. Collin d'Harleville has just published a collection of his works in 4 vols. 8vo. The three first contain his dramatic writings; and the last his fugitive pieces. Ibid.

A subsequent number of the Mercure announces the death of M. d'Harlville, after a languishing illness. "His obsequies were performed on Wednesday morning. The presidents of the four classes of the Institute bore the pall. In consequence of the absence of M.

Suard, perpetual secretary of the Acad emy, M. Andrieux pronounced in accents of the most lively grief, an address in which he recalled in a few words, the rare talents, and the still more rare virtues of his friend. He closed with these affecting words: "O my friend, faithful companion of my life, where are now our common labors, our peaceful amusements, our much loved readings, and our solitary conversations? I have lost all-Listen to the last adieus of thy relations, of thy associates and thy friends, expressed by a voice which was dear to thee! Repose peacefully in this last asylum, which must one day ingulph fortunes, and ambitions, and brilliant projects, and protracted hopes: thou hast at least marked thy passage through this earth, and there remains of thee, that which even death respects, the name and the works of a poet, and the remembrance of thy virtues which thy literary glory shall protect and perpetuate in the memory of men."

Mercure, for March!

From the Monthly Magazine. Mr. Carr, who has already favored the world with his Stranger in France, and with his Travels round the Baltic, has lately made the Tour of Ireland, and is now preparing an Account of that almost unknown country, which he intends to publish under the title of THE STRANGER IN IRELAND. The work will make one elegant volume, quarto, similar to the Northern Summer, and will be embellished with a variety of engravings by Medland from drawings by Mr. Carr.

Mr. Nicholson has invented a secret'

by adding a fifth, the combinations would be increased to nearly sixty thousand.

M. Klaproth, a short time before his death, discovered that the solution of the metallic oxydes in alkalies are as easily precipitated in their metallic state, by the other metals soluble in the ssme alkalies, as the acid solutions of these metals are by phosphorus. He has made a very ingenious application of this process to the analysis of tin ores. In the operation, tungstein is separated from tungstate of ammonia by the addition of zinc, in the form of black flakes.

M. Lartigue has at length completed a large and beautiful raap of America in relief. The mountains, islands, and the tints of the sea, are all exhibited in a manner most capable of interesting those who make geography their study.

A society is established at Petersburg, under the name of Museum Alexandrinum, for the purpose of making a collection of works of art of all kinds, and to combine with it a collection of the best scientific works and journals,

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Mr. CARPENTER, of Charleston, (S. C.) the well known editor of the Monthly Register, proposes to publish by subscription, his "Miscellaneous Works." We trust that public patronage will be largely bestowed on these writings, the merit of which cannet be doubted by those who have had an opportunity of appreciating the talents of their author.

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Messrs. Thomas and Thomas of Wallock of more than six thousand combi- pole, N. H. are about publishing a collection of sermons which were publishnations: it possesses the following reed under the name of Taylor, but are quisites: 1. That certain parts of the known to be the productions of the cel lock are variable in position through a ebrated Dr. Johnson, a circumstance great number of combinations, only one which cannot fail to secure them an of which will allow the lock to be open extensive sale. ed or shut. 2. This last combination is variable at the pleasure of the posses. sor. 3. It is not possible, after the lock is closed and the combination disturb. ed, for any one, not even the maker himself, to discover by any examination what may be the proper situation of the parts required to open it. 4. Trials of this nature will not injure the work. 5. It requires no key; and, 6. It is as easily opened in the dark as in the light. This lock consists of four wheels, and

Messrs. Munroe and Francis of this town have just published the 5th and 6th numbers of Madoc, which complete the first volume,

The selections for the Emerald "on the dramatic powers of Shakespeare and Johnson" cannot be admitted; to the author may well be applied that line of his poetry, where he mentions the the stammering of melody."

ORIGINAL POETRY.

FOR THE EMERALD.

THE CHOICE.

A RHAPSODY.

"Since wishing is the poet's chartes, "Then let me not my birth right barter; "An bards have leave to wISH what's wanted, "Though few e'er found their wishes granted. "Extensive field where poets pride them, **By singing all that is denied them."

SHENSTONE.

ONE custom (which is always law,
To keep poetic folks in awe,)
And which the poet always uses
"T' invoke Apollo, or the muses."
If then this custom I should pass ;
All poetry is turn'd to farce;
This from religious motives sprung,
Unless inspir'd no poet sung;
For this was deem'd a good specific,
To make the barren brain prolific.

The poet (as a man doth choose
A wife) to help him, takes a muse.
The wretched husband ever pays
For all his wife's eccentric ways.
She gets off clear-he has the blame,
And bears the load of evil fame :
Thus if a critic searches round,
And sins in poetry are found,
It brings the wretched bard to ruin,
Altho' it is the muse's doing.

What mortal ever took a peep in
Th' assembly call'd a Quaker-meeting?
Here ev'ry thing so neat and plain!
Here solemn silence seems to reign!
'Till some one of the congregation,
At Holy Spirit's instigation
Starts up(tho he himself wants teaching)
A minister, and falls to preaching:
An orthodox divine--though once
He possibly might be a dunce;
Yet such the powers of inspiration,
He teaches all the congregation.
What a full proof that he's inspir'd,
Who's with such glowing raptures fir'd!
The Quaker, and the bard alike,
At hallowed inspiration strike.
Do Quakers or do poets fear
The envious world, or critic's sneer,
Or do they dread the satire's scourge
That either should credentials forge?
Apollo! if it is thy will

That I should share some little skill
In thy divine, celestial art,

No!-inspiration's but to dream,
To lengthen, or begin the theme,
I pray, Apollo, you'd allow
The laurel to entwine my brow.

What is this wreath! that ev'ry swain
Should with such ardour strive to gain ?
This crown for which so many run,
By which so many are undone!
The object of our toil and care,
That all pursue, and few must wear.
As Spenser (in Eliza's reign

He dragg'd this tedious life of pain)
Pursued with grief his Fairy theme,
He swell'dwith tears fair Mulla's stream.
Oh, Churchill! from thy grave arise―
Or else descending from the skies,
Is not the Famine which you feign,
On Scottish barren cliffs to reign
The goddess-say, thou doleful elf,
The real picture of thyself?
Unhappy Gay! thou know'st at best,
A poet's "life is but a jest,"
"A hare" which o'er the mazy grounds
Pursa'd—soon falls a prey to hounds.
You sunk beneath your cruel fate,
For Queensb'ry's friendship came too late.
Otway, the world with grief we see
A rough Priuli prov'd to thee.
Thou, a poor Orphan, by whose means,
Actors liv'd by thy labour'd scenes,
And yet these labour'd scenes,poor sin.

ner,

Could hardly purchase thee a dinner.
Thus poetry beyond a doubt
Won't yield, until you starve it out.
Dryden, could not thy wit secure-
Thee bread, when thou wast old & poor!
Could not thy varying genius keep
One friend until thou fell'st asleep?
No! when thou ask'd for bread, they

gave

For sumptuous cates-a sumptuous grave!

How great the Christian patron shone,
Instead of bread to give a stone!
But Chatterton and Hudibras
'Tis best for pity's sake to pass!
True genius, oft thro' want has di'd,
While the vain, senseless sons of pride
May live licentious as they please,
Wrapt up in luxury and ease,
As great, forsooth, as lord or king,
"It makes me angry when I sing,"
Too true it is-Alas! for hard

I ween's the case of many a bard,
What tho' his genius is applauded,

To raise the mind and cheer the heart, If genius must go unrewarded.

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