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ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Emerald.

SONG.

PLEASURE'S HARK AWAY.
Tune..... The Card invites.

Wars Phebe mounts the evening skies,
Then let the jovial crew arise,
And free from sorrow's iron sway,
Huzza for Pleasure's hark away.
Now sound aloud your strepent joys,
For mirth exists but in a noise.
Then laugh from night till morning grey,
And shout for Comus' hark away.
Now pass about the jocund bowl,
For wine exhilarates the soul,
Let every guest with joy obey,
When Bacchus sounds the hark away.
How sweet to join the gallant chace,,
When love's the game and female grace,
Where all their strength & skill display,
And Beauty sounds the hark away.
Your flutes, your horns, your
bring,
Your songs of mirth and pleasure sing;
Quick let the merry musick play,
And join Apollo's hark away.
Then still in revelry advance,

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And drink and laugh and sing & dance,
Till rosy east proclaims the day.
Huzza for Pleasure's hark away.

AMARANTHUS

For the Emerald.
SONG.

FROM WINE ROSY WINE.

Tune.......Dear Tom this brown jug. FROM wine, rosy wine, what advantages rise,

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THOUGH thine eyes as brilliants sparkle,
Though thy lips with rubies vie-
'Twas not lips, that vie with rubies
Nor the lustre of thine eye,
That taught my bosom first to sigh!
No 'tis not that bright complexion,
Rival to the new blown rose,
Nor thy gently heaving bosom,
Whiter than descending snows;
For which my heart thus fondly glows!
'Tis not all thy witching graces,
That around thee, ever play,
Nor thy voice, so sweetly warbling,
Many a wildly pensive lay,
That can drive my cares away!
Charms all these far, far surpassing,

Sole arbiter this in disputes of the wise,
The sons of Apollo and Venus from this
Tabibe inspiration &snatch at their bliss.
The sportsman adventures o'er moun-Taught my bosom first to sigh,
tains and dales,
A soul replete, with virtue, honour,
Truth and sensibility,

Subduing the game, 'tis the wine that

prevails;

The victor pursues till no foe can escape, Less aided by Mars than the juice of, the grape.

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And hence the young lover possest of his maid,

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Cupid returns little thanks for his aid, attributing all his successes divine,

And sorrow-soothing sympathy!
Hence have sprung these soft impress

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Tender, constant, and sincere,
Which for thee I fondly cherish,
Form'd my future life to cheer-
More lov'd more lovely every year!

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For the Emerald.

THE ROSE.

That eye in liquid circles moving.
That cheek, abash'd at man's ap
The one love's arrows, darting round,

"What muse for Granville would refuse The other blushing at the wound.

to sing ?"

Ar morning's cheerful hour
O'erdeck'd with pearly dew,
Within a garden's fragrant bow'r
Two lovely roses blew.

The blush that warms fair beauty's face,
With tints of vermeil dye,
On one was spread with richest grace,
Enchanting to the eye.

The gentle smiles, that softly play,
On sorrow's tearful cheek,
Compos'd the other's sweet array,
Endearing, mild and meek.
With features sweetly sad, forlorn,
A tender, thoughtful maid,

To breathe the sweets of blushful morn,
Within the garden stray'd.

A tear stole silent from her eye,
A tear of secret grief;
Her bosom heav'd a gentle sigh,
But ah! without relief.

Her sigh soft whisper'd to the gale
The sorrows of her mind;
The whisp'ring breeze blew on the tale,
But left her pangs behind.
She saw the flow'rs of richest hue,

That grac'd the thorny bush;
She mark'd the drops of pearly dew,
That slept on ev'ry blush.

But ah! the rose of fairest charms

Its sweetness breath'd in vain,
To lure the pensive fair one's arms,
Her melting kiss to gain.
She view'd with pitying, tearful eye
The flow'r so sadly pale;
And lov'd the more, its languid dye,
So like her own sad tale.
She prest her lips on ev'ry leaf

And kiss'd the dew away,

While down her check the tears of grief
Crept on each feeble ray.....
To him, the moral of my lay
I leave, tho' felt, unsung,
Whose wish "a rival" to portray
The muse's lyre now strung.

LEANDER.

ON A BEAUTIFUL GIRL,

by Mr. Sheridan.

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EPIGRAM ON KILLING TIME.

Kill time to day; and, to your sorrow, He'll stare you in the face to-morrow Kill him again, in any way,

He'll plague you still from day to day Mark'd you her eye, of heav'nly blue,Till, in the end, as is most due, Mark'd you her cheek, of roseate hue; Whom oft you kill......at last kills you.

Published every Saturday by BELCHER

ARMSTRONG, State Street.

........SEMPER REFULGET.......

No. 4.

Boston, Saturday, May 24, 1806.

ORIGINAL PAPERS.

For the Emerald.

THE WANDERER,

No. XXVIII.

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because it implies a disposition ridiculously credulous, or shows that time is most egregiously mispent.

Truth may sometimes be very properly communicated through the medium of fiction and morality by fable; but the woman, who should DESCRIPTIONS of imaginary draw her sentiments of virtue from scenes and delineations of ideal the tales of the novelist, would nevcharacter are disseminated with aper be designated for her domestic plause and read with avidity. The acquirements; and that man, who daily incidents of life, however im-should form his courage or his hopportant to the happiness of society, or on the standard of a hero in rcare regarded by a great part of the mance, would be laughed at for his world with an interest, far inferior folly and censured for his rashness. to what is felt for the sufferings of To interest the passions in sympaan heroine, or the adventures of a thy with characters who are drawn knight errant. Some expect an after the model of nature is a danEuropean arrival for an account of gerous experiment, because sympa"Deeds of arms and battles lost or won;" thy leads to imitation and in.itation -some have only in view the is more likely to copy faults than event of mercantile speculations; virtues; but the novelist, to give a others are concerned for the new brilliancy to his hero not unfrefashions of dress and the regalia of quently contrasts the numerous exthe assembly room, and many anx-cellencies of his character with some ious inquiries are heard for the last gay and fashionable vice, and surplays and the new novels, the in rounds him with so many causes for vention of prolific talents, or the re-approbation, that experience is too source of ingenious mendacity. apt to admire the character in gross. There needs no other proof of The interest of an entertaining the interest which is entertained novel frequently occasions intrufor tales of wonder and fictitious ex- sions on time which might be more hibitions of distress than the view profitably employed. True indeed, of a circulaiing Ebrary, and so cap-at the end of three or four voltivating are these extraordinary acumes a moral may be found, and percounts, that several daily papers in haps a judicious observer would gain England have found it expedient to opportunities for instruction from employ writers to give forcible de- many of the incidents. But who scriptions of highway robberies that reads a novel for morality? We have were never committed, and distress-heard of a soldier who demonstrated ing accidents which never occurred. to a Justice that a pack of cards was A taste for the marvelous is no ev-of the same utility as a Bible, and idence of superior understanding, the intelligent FRANKLIN has morVOL. I.]

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The funds for conversation which are obtained by novel-reading are be

azed on the Game of Chess. Few the world will afford; innocence is however, have such excentric genius represented more artless to make it as to learn morality from the gam- more captivating, and vice more ing table, and the pretence is equal-deceitful to make it more detestable. ly idle that they learn it from the Every character in a novel has some circulating library. We would distinguishing traits-some marks excuse however from farther re- of originality, or it would not be insearches into ethical science, those troduced-but in the world people whose whole time has been em- are neither very good nor very bad; ployed in gaining lessons of moral- they are neither celebrated for virity from the adventures of a love tues nor notorious for vices; they sick heroine, and the expedients of will deceive without any of those officious chamber-maids. If their marks which the novelist has atattention has been rightly directed, tached to a villain, and may be honthey must be examples for every est without that simplicity by which virtue and rigid practitioners of the virtue is designated. sublimest morality. Let them be asked however, whether in softening their heart, they have not inadvert-neath the notice of a man of underently been hardening their brain? standing. The flippancy which it Whether they have gained as much affords the stringing of sentence useful information, as though their after sentence, and the rapid uttertime had been devoted to studying ance of unmeaning remarks are not the varied history of their own to be considered as elegant convercountry, rather than the uniform sation; nor are exclamations of pity happiness of Arcadia; to an ac- for an unfortunate catastrophe to quaintance with the illustrious char- claim the merit of tenderness or senacters whose examples still shine in timent. The person whose ideas are the hemisphere of science, rather confined within the compass of a than the intrigues of disappointed love tale, unless occasionally roused affection, and the rts of imagina-bysome storyof supernatural agency, ry agents. Or ask them whether can have made but few useful observathey would not have experienced more delight from Mrs. Radcliff's Romances, if they had been acquainted with the geography of the country in which her heroes were placed? They will perhaps reply that in lieu of the lumber of scholastic learning which never could be of prac-fruition of similar enjoyments fill tical utility-they have gained a them with sensations, which should knowledge of the world-they have never have been indulged and oftenthe pleasant arts of conversation, and times lead to actions which should have fashioned their manners on never have been committed. With models which had been considered the best intentions in the world a standards of perfection. With re-reader of novels may be duped by spect to the world,not a single novel arts that might prove fatal to her existing gives a correct exhibition quiet, when a girl whose mind had of it-the characters are over drawn not been lethargized by these sleepto make them interesting virtues ing potions, would instantly have de are described which are purer than tected and exposed thein.

tions or stored his mind with facts which enliven and enlighten society.

With regard to manners it might be remarked that every woman was not intended for an heroine. The romantic descriptions of unadulterated happiness, and the promised

FOR THE EMERALD.

No. 1.

To such arguments this objection is produced. The truth of history does not depend upon the obscurity of the place in aftertimes, or the uncertainty of its situation ;What remains are there of Ninevehr and Babylon? and, in England, of Silchester and Verulam?

THE ingenious Mr. Jacob Bryant, in 1796, published a book entitled "A Dissertation concerning the war of Troy, and the expedition of the Grecians, as described by Homer; shewing that no such expe- But this does not meet Mr. Brydition was ever undertaken, and ant fairly; for although the objection, that no such city of Phrygia ex- as far as it applies, may be admitted, sted." This singular attempt has for the sake of the argument, yet, found its supporters and defenders Mr. B. went further and said, not in the higher ranks of literature, only that there are no ruins of Troy, and has excited the attack of a but that the most early natives of champion, who is eminent for his the region had no account of it, nor adroitness in the field of polemics. even tradition. They not only had Among the first, may be mentioned no account where it did stand, but the author of the Pursuits of Liter- found it impossible, upon examinaature; the last is Mr. Gilbert Wake- tion, to ascertain where it could have field. The arguments of Mr. Bry-stood. ant are considered powerful; those and Babylon, the natives had tradis of Mr. Wakefield comparitively tions and histories; likewise in feeble; for, in the language of the respect to Verulam and Silchester Reviewers, notwithstanding his we have histories and traditions ; vigour in advancing to the charge, the places retain their names and and intrepidity displayed in the their identity was never disputed." conflict, his adversary remains on This is the author's defence. the field with his head-quarters unforced."

"In respect to Nineveh

Mr. Wakefield, in his letter to Mr. Bryant, assumes two general propositions, by which he thinks to destroy every vestige of argumentation and every delusory appearance of prolability, in favour of his hypothesis.

The first proposition is this. "No leading point of history, of various connection, abundant attestation and general belief, from remote anti

Mr. Bryant argues thus; First. It was the opinion of Anaxagoras, the celebrated philosopher, and his friend, the historian, Metrodorus Lampsacenus, that the poem was Tan allegory, and the armament of Grecians a fable. Besides, Hestica Alexandrina, a learned female of Troas, wrote concerning the war, but could never determine the ex-quity contiguous to its achievement, istence of the city, nor was it known can be disproved or discredited by any of the early natives of that the disagreements and inconsistenregion. These three persons lived cies of writers relative to concom-the country where the city was itant circumstances of subordinate upposed to have stood. Second consideration, and much less by the t is improbable a ten years' war vague and arbitrary conjectures of in-ver took place to bring back Helen genious disputants in distant ages?” om Troy, when, by the accounts Simonides, Herodotus and other spectable writers, she never was

ere.

Here Mr. Wakefield does not fairly apply his proposition to the question. For admitting that "no leading point of history, of various

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