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coffin placed before the vault, than the wind suddenly dissipated the gloomy clouds; the Moon, in mild majesty, burst forth, and threw her first beams on the coffin with the precious relics. They were carried into the vault, the Moon again veil-presented there, for which he re ed herself in clouds, and the wind roared with augmented violence. "Schiller has certainly left behind works worthy of the press. Among these is a finished performance entitled "The Expedition of Bacchus to India." His latest tragedy, "Attila," is not completed. His papers promise a rich harvest for universal history. His respected brother-in-law the privy-counsellor Von Wollzogen, perhaps with Gothe's assistance, will undoubted take the necessary measures for giving this rich treat to the world." Schiller did not die rich. He was neither narrow-minded nor prosaic enough to scrape money together. As the master of a family, in which he maintained the utmost regularity, his conduct was unblemished: he was an excellent husband, and the father of four children. But hurry down the stream of loquacity the state of his health, and his enwithout ballast or rudder, convince tire mode of life, which was regu- the mouth and not in the underus that their speeches originate inlated by the rooted disorders with which he was afflicted, rendered standing. It is observed that the

it, cost him considerable sums. A few years before his death his pension was increased by the Duke, but in return he performed very essential services to the theatre. He suffered all his plays to be first re

quired no compensation, and acted on all occasions in the most disinterested manner.

The hereditary Princess of Weimar has not a little increased the enthusiasm which every heart feels for her, by the declaration that she will provide for Schiller's two sons.

necessary a proportionably greater
expense, though in his exterior he
observed the utmost simplicity, and
was a decided enemy to ostenta-
tion. Schiller was made a citizen
of France, and was elevated by the
Emperor to the rank of a nobleman
of the German empire.
Both

these privileges
solicited. During the last four
years of his life he resided at Wei-
mar, in a house of his own, situated

were conferred un

in

an alley that runs through the

midst of the town, and combining a

For the Emerald. DESULTORY SELECTIONS And Original Remarks. GARRULITY is no slight disturber: of domestic quiet. The following strictures though severe are elegant and contain a metaphor well carried through.

"Persons who are trifling, tedious and incessant talkers, and who

be permitted to float loose and free tongues of such babblers should not

strained and directed by the strong in their mouths, but should be re-. and deeply fixed anchors of judge

ment and discretion."

An Epigram may further shew. the tolly of too frequent speaking. Because I'm silent, for a fool,

Beau Clincher doth me take;
I know he's one, by surer rule,
For I heard Clincher speak.

Vacuum.

There are some persons, from

Fariety of conveniencies. The whose conversation we retire with purchase of this house, and the a thorough conviction of the exiselegant style in which he furnished tence of a vacuum.

The plagues of small towns. A lawyer with great knowledge, great sophistry, and no justice; an eminent physician, with little skill or conduct; a preacher without any conscience; a politician without principles; and a man of letters who eternally dogmatizes.

of moral sentiments clothed in elevated metaphorical language, and worthy of being compared with the philosophical strains of Simonides or Theognis. I have rendered a few of these sentences into English verse, and will here present them, in order to illustrate the comparison I have made:

uous stage,

UNTHINKING youth, life's first impet-
Lage,
Too oft partakes the swift approach of
Woos to his arms the tyrant of his race,

And dies, empoison'd by the foul em.

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Selim I. emperor, of the Turks, was the first emperor that shaved his beard after he ascended the throne, contrary to the Koran and the received custom; and being reprimanded by the Mufti, he answer-This frame of man three unrelenting Besiege with sure variety of woes, Death and old-age their blasting force [arch's might; Against the peasant's toil and monThe third, ordain'd by hostile pow'rs above,

ed, "That he did it to prevent his vizier's having any thing to lead him by."

Impromptu.

J'avouerai sans peine avec vous
Que tous les poetes sont fous,
Mais sachant bien ce que vous êtes,
Tous les fous ne sont pas poetes.

The above has been happily translated as follows:

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool:
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.

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Charity.

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Is separation from the friends we love. That pang strikes deepest in the human heart,

That bitter anguish, when we say-"We part"

The moment when our lips pronounce -"Farewell!"

joys,

Is as the fall from upper heav'n to hell. The life of man, and all his glitt❜ring [toys; Are the most frail of Nature's frailest Like rain-drops trembling on the leafy spray,

The gale scarce breathes, and scatters them away.

Herodes, a celebrated Athenian philosopher, one day relieved a man, by granting him the subsistence of a month. "I know this man," says he who affects the garb and manners of a philosopher, to be a knave and an impostor; but I give him my charity as, though he has lost the character of humanity it is not for me to dispense with its feel-natural, or that come more home ings."

The miseries of parting and of absence have in all ages afforded an ample theme to the amorous muse in her tenderest and most melancholy moods; and there is no subject on which descriptions more

to the softest feelings of the human From the Monthly Magazine. heart, occur to us in the writings In the Asiatic Researches is a both of ancient and modern poets. translation of an Indian grant of It is alluded to in the foregoing land which was made about the year verses with all the warmth and force of our Lord, 1018. So strongly did of Asiatic imagery. In the followthe warmth of their poetical imag-ing lines it appears to us in a style inations incorporate itself with eve-of playful gallantry, resembling the ry production of the Oriental wri- lighter compositions of our own age ters, that even in this simple legal and country; yet there is no lover transaction we meet with a string who has not more than once experi

enced sensations very similar to fof men.
those which it describes, when the
avocations of business, or the com-
mands of parents, have forced from
him his unwilling consent to a tem-
porary banishment.

When I left thee, Love! I swore
Not to see that face again
For a fortnight's space or more;
But the cruel oath was vain,
Since the next day I pass'd from thee
Was a long year of misery.

They should each of

them, therefore, keep a watch upon the particular lias which nature has fixed in their minds, that it may not draw too much, and lead them out of the paths of reason. This will certainly happen, if the one in every word and action affects the character of being rigid and severe, and the other that of being brisk and gay. Men should beware of Oh then, for thy lover pray being captivated by a sort of savage Every gentler deity, philosophy-Women by a thoughtNot in too nice scales to weigh less gallantry. Where these preThat constrained perjury! cautions are not observed, the man And thou! Oh pity my despair! often degenerates into a cynic; the Heav'n's rage, and thine, I cannot bear. woman into a coquette the man On account of the strong affinity grows sullen and morose; the woin sentiment of the foregoing epi-man impertinent and fantastical. gram to many of our modern lovesongs, I have given it such a form of verse in my translation as might render the resemblance more complete to the car of an English reader; and the same reason led me to adopt the peculiar metre in which I present the following:

Why will Melissa, young and fair,
Still her virgin-love deny,
When ev'ry motion, ev'ry air,
The passion of her soul declare,
And give her words the lie!
That panting breast, that broken sigh,
And those limbs that feebly fail,

And that dark hollow round her eye,

The mark of Cupid's archery,

Too plainly tell the tale.
But oh, thou God of soft desire,

By thy mother, thron'd above,
Oh let not pity quench thine ire,
Till, yielding to thy fiercest fire,

She cries, at length,” “I love !”

The following beautifully solemn and impressive Hymn, extracted from Carr's Northern Summer, is said to be recited over the dead body of a Ruse sian, previous to its inhumation.

OH! what is life? a blossom! a vapour or dew of the morning! Approach and contemplate the grave. Where now is the graceful form! where is youth! where the organs of sight! and where the beauty of complexion !

"What lamentation and wailing, the soul is separated from the body! and mourning, and struggling, when Human life seems altogether vanity; a transient shadow: the sleep of error; the unavailing labour of imagined existence; let us therefore fly from every corruption of the world, that we may inherit the kingdom of heaven.

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Women in their nature are more gay and joyous than men ; whether "Thou mother of the sun that it be that their blood is more refin-never sets; Parent of God, we beed, their fibres more delicate, and seech thee, intercede with thy divine their animal spirits more light and offspring, that he who hath departvolatile; or whether, as some haveed hence, may enjoy repose with imagined, there may not be a kind the souls of the just. Unblemished of sex in the very soul, I shall not Virgin! may he enjoy the eternal pretend to determine. As vivacity inheritance of heaven in the abodes is the gift of women, gravity is that of the righteous."

THE EMERALD.

While the American fair continue to imitate Trans-atlantic fashions without aiming at originality in dress, occasional descriptions of European costumes cannot be unacceptable.— | We this evening present THE LONDON FASHIONS FOR APRIL. Full Dresses.-A loose robe of undressed crape over a dress of white satin or sarcenet, embroidered all round with silver; the sleeves quite plain, and embroidered to correspond with the dress. A tiara of silver, or steel, adorned with gems or cornelians. White gloves and shoes. A round dress of fine muslin over white sarcenet.-Broad lace let in down the front and round the bottom. The bosom quite plain, trimmed with a quilling of lace, and ornamented with a medallion or broach. A long silk shawl, the ends embroidered in colours. The hair dressed with a bandeau of

velvet and diamonds. White gloves

and shoes.

Head-Dresses, c.A turban made of an Indian shawl, ornamented in front with a medallion. A turban of very thin muslin, finished with a long end from the top. A small round cap of thin

muslin; the front ornamented with

worked vine leaves.-The hair dressed with a tiara.-A morning dress of thick white muslin, made up close to the throat with a collar.-Necklace and armlets of cornelian.-A straw hat turned up in front.

The volume of poems expected from Robert Bloomfield has been published under the title of " Wild Flowers; or, pastoral and local Petry."

"Lectures on Belles Lettres and Logic," by W. Barron, F.A.S.E. and professor of Belles Lettres and Logic in the University of St. Andrews, have been published in 2 vols. octavo. the life and writings of James Beattie, The publication of "an Account of L.L. D. in two volumes quarto, was expected at London in April.

Mr. Carr, author of the "Stranger in France, a northern summer, &c." is preparing to publish a work under the title of the Stranger in Ireland.

The Poems of Ossian, in the original Gaelic, are in considerable forwardness, and will speedily appear, accompanied by a latin translation.

A new and enlarged edition of ably advanced at the press and will be "Pinkerton's Geography" is consider. published in the course of this year.

Mr. Bigland has in the press, and nearly ready for publication, Letters on Natural History. The object of this work is to exhibit a view of the wisdom and goodness of the Deity, so eminently displayed in the foundation of the uni verse, and the various relations of utility which inferior beings have to the human species.

Domestic.

THE first half volume of the American edition of Dr. Rees' New Cyclope

General Observations.-The favourite colours are pea-green, lilac, and yellow. Spring pelisses of soft silk of various dia, has been published at Philadelphia, colours are worn, but not generally the Original work has appeared in Lonby S. Bradford. The eleventh number of Spencers and mantles are more worn don, where 5000 copies of the early nnmFeathers have almost entirely disap-bers have been sold, and a second edition peared, both in full and undress. Small wreaths of flowers painted on lace are called for. much used for the dress or the head.

Foreign Literary Intelligence. A Supplement to the Life and Posthumous Works of Cowper, consisting of Original Letters, addressed chiefly to the Rev. Walter Bagot; to which is added, an Index to the whole work; by W. Hayley, Esq. was published in March.

A volume of ORIGINAL POEMS by Thomas G. Fessenden, author of Terrible Tractoration &c. has just been published at Philadelphia.

Samuel Stansbury and others will speedily publish an octavo edition of WALKER'S CRITICAL PRONOUNCING DICTIONARY, from the London quarto, containing the last improvements and corrections of the author.

"AN ORIGINAL TRANSLATION"

Mrs. West, whose "Letters to a shall be inserted in our next. Spirited young man" have been so much admir-translations from any of the modern ed, has published "Letters to a young languages will always be acceptable. lady, on the duties and characters of Women."

We welcome PHAON......we want SAPPHO.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Emerald.

SPRING,

SPRING, the rosy queen of flowers,
Farent of the genial showers, '
Comes the languid world to cheer.
Earth oppress'd by winter's gloom,
She arrays in roseate bloom;

And wakes to light and life the purple!

year.

Lo! I see her glide along,
Circled by the blooming throng,
Of Pleasures, joys and graces,
Coupled warblers twitter sweet;
Bound the flocks with nimble feet;
While peeping flow'rets shew their
laughing faces.

Zephyr, of her winds the chief,
Sweetly kisses every leaf,

Pants

upon

the blossom's breast; While the ceaseless hum of bees, Noise of water brooks, and trees,, Ehed calmness round, and lull the soul to rest.

Sweet upon some high hill's head, To see the lovely scene wide spread To meet the enraptur'd eye; Sweet the boundless, placid seas Just ruffled by the slow-wing'd breeze, And sweet the gilded town afar to spy. But sweeter, dearer far, to me, From noise, from care, from business free,

To rove dark woods among ; [er, To make acquaintance with each flow. Each plant, which envious woods embower,

And listless set me down to hear the wild birds song.

Love, so poets us'd to sing,
Revell'd in the bowers of spring,

Then lov'd to lurk in ladies' eyes,
Would burnish bright his disus'd bow,
And laughing aim the secret blow,
Or glide himself within and make the
heart bis prize.

So, indeed he us'd to play,
Till once upon a luckless day,

And

Old Plutus stopt the roving boy, gave him gems, and shining gold, Glittering clothes his limbs to fold, And, infant like, they are, become his only joy.

Is it then the glare of riches,
Which the glowing heart bewitches;

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[Translations and imitations of the 9th ode of Horace have not been unfrequent. We, however, insert the following, because we think it will not suffer by a comparison with preceding versions.]

Vides ut alta stet nive candidum
Sorace, nec jam sustineant onus
Silva laborantes, geluque
Flumina constiterint acuto.

HOR. ODE IX. BIB. 1.

I SEE the lofty mountain now,
All white with heaps of frozen rain,
And oaks of many an age below
Their pond'rous load can scarce sustain.
The streamlet, which, in murmurs mild,
Meander'd thro' the mead before,
By winter's iron finger chill'd,
In murmurs now is heard no more.
To drive away the brumal air,
And warm my soul with thoughts divine.
The gladd'ning blaze aloft I rear,
And quaff in cups of racy wine.
But trust me Flaccus, all is vain
To drive from out her caverns rude,
Grim melancholy, grief, and pain,
Sad imps of green-ey'd solitude.
Let him, consum'd by iaward rage,
Or whom faise love has taught to pine,
His rage forget, his love assuage,
By all the mystic powers of wine.
Unanswer'd love and rage within,
I know ye not, vile sadd'ning brood,
But pangs beyond the power of wine
I know, the pangs of solitude.
The friend alone of kindred mould,
(Vain is the sparkling racy flood,)/
Can drive away that inward cold,
The chill of wintry solitude.

PHAON.

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