For a while the intendant resisted the entreaties of this kind visitant; but at last told him that he had lost the imperial stal out of his cabinet, which yet remained locked, and had no marks of violence upon it; and was thereby disabled from doing any thing, and that he had no hope of recovering this necessary instrument of his office. The chief justice exhorted him to keep up his spirits; and, instead of giving himself up to despair, apply the great abilities he was known to possess in devising some means to recover the seal for the fraud he had committed in procuring it to be stolen. Thus, observes the Chinese chronicle, the firmness, calmness, and consequent presence of mind of the chief justice provided a remedy, when a man of superior abilities, but without constancy and equanimity, resigned all hope, and abandoned himself to despair. LONDON FASHIONS. agam. The intendant sighed, and (With an Engraving, elegantly co said that was impossible. The loured.) THE Eastern style of dressing the hair continues to be very prevalent: the hair is bound and twisted on the forehead in alternate binds and knots, and confined in a similar manner behind in a caul of gold net. The intendant instantly adopted the advice, and carried the scheme he had suggested into execution. The fire drew the governor to the palace, as was expected; the cabinet was delivered to him in a seem ing fright; and the next day, when the danger was over, the intendant - In fuil dress is worn a round train sening for it again, found the seal dress of the finest India muslin, over replaced. For the governor, finding a white sa in slip, ornamented with himself over-reached, wisely com- foil and gold embroidery. The sleeves pounded, by thus returning the seal, are full.-For a walking-dress, a VOL. XXXVIII. Uu plain round dress of cambric; cossac spencer; cap of lilac twill sársnet, ornamented with cords and tassels of the same colour, White or strawcoloured kid gloves; white satin shoes, or shoes the colour of the spencer. A MORNING WALK IN SUMMER. By S. Y. • With quickened step, Nor beamed from her mild eye a dazzling glance, Nor flush'd her nameless graces on the sight; Yet beauty never woke such pure delight. Fair was her form, as Dian's in the dance; Her voice was music; in her sitence dwels Expression, every look instinct with thought. Brown Night retires: young Day pours in Though oft her mind, by youth to rapture apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swells on the sight, and brightens with the dawn. Blue thro' the dusk, the smoking currents shine; AT an early hour I broke from the bands of Morpheus, and repaired to the fields to participate of the delights which this lovely season afforded, Nought disturbed the stillness of the morn, save the crowing of the village cock, and the gentle roar of some dis ant rilis: the soothing note of Philomel had not totally subsided, but, at intervals, poured her pensive note to the gentle tanning breeze: the sun had now advanced beyond the eastern hill, and it began to grow very warm. I hastened to the side of a little brook, and under the shade of a bending willow I took my seat to enjoy a few minutes in contempla wrought, Struck forth wild wit, and fancies ever new, The lightest touch of woe her soul would melt: And on her lips, when gleamed a lingering smile, Pity's warm tear gush'd down her check the while. Thy like, thou gentle maid! I ne'er shal view.' I thus indulged the fond recollec tion of those past happy moments, which, alas! are never to return. The cooing of a dove, on an adjoining tree, enhanced my pensiveness, and my mind began to grow melancholy. I pictured to myself the dangers I would endure, if, by the endurance, I could but obtain the object of my heart. I think when Emett wrote the following lines to Julia his misfortunes and his feelings were simi lar to mine. From thy dear converse and enchanting A pensive wanderer, compelled to rove smiles, To mitigate the woes of sever'd love, Where'er the hand of Nature shews a sweet; And through the seasons, as they mark the year, Memorials still of all her beauties meet. The tender graces of the youthful Spring, The glowing loveliness of Summer mild, The ripe luxuriance Autumn loves to fling Abroad, are thine-but oh! through Winter wild, Dreary and joyless, all around I see I at length arose, finding I had too far indulged the feelings of my mind, and hastily retiring from the spot, retraced my steps along the fields. The cawing rook, the blackbird and the thrush, and every little songster of the grove, were now alive to harmony, and soon banished from my breast the sad melancholy dullness with which I had been oppressed. Walking gently on, I met a jolly throng of haymakers, singing as they hastened to their healthful toil. The youths, with short'ning arm and bending head, Sweep their bright scythes along the shiver'd mead. Three blithesome maids the grassy plunder shake; Three drew, with gentle hand, the thrifty rake; And three, mid carol sweet and jocund tale, Scatter the breathing verdure to the gale.' My walk soon took me into a narrow lane, enclosed by two groves of hazel-wood, which afforded a pleasant shade from the heat of the sun. I had not walked far ere I was over taken by a neat-dressed woman with a donkey and peds, and with them a little boy, apparently about two years old. As she passed me, she uttered, It is ery warm, sir.' 'Very warm, indeed,' answered 1: and are you going far this road?' I am going to market, sir,' she replied, with some asparagus, some eggs, cheese, and butter, which I have in those peds. Your little boy appears fatigued with his journey.' Yes, sir,' she exclaimed, 'no doubt but he is; he has no sister to assist him now.' As she uttered this, she shook her hands, and began to weep.-'Be comforted, good woman,' said I, and tell me the reason of your sorrow.'-She then wiped away the sears, and taking hold of the little boy's hand, as we trudged on, told me the whole of her daughter's mis fortune. Poor Mary, sir, was my first and only girl; and you will not consider me vain if I tell you she was handsome, and had just reached her eighteenth year, when a young mafi of some respectability paid her his attention, and proposed marriage to her, and at the same time fully acquainted me of his intentions. 1, ter's happiness, and hoped all was as a mother, anticipated my daughwell;-but, alas! shortly after my fondest hopes were frustrated. A young person of more wealth and note came to reside in our village, and soon the faithless youth advanced, offered his perfidious vows, and promises, and left poor Mary to weep neglected. She, dearest girl! could not endure this cruel treatment: she soon fell into a decline, and died! Here again she wrung her hands, and cried bitterly." I walked with them for a considerable distance, and was happy to find at last that I served as an anodyne to alleviate her sorrows.-The fol lowing pleasing extract from the Village Scenes,' will I trust not be ill applied: The cruel pangs that wound thy bleeding Unhappy man! what language shall impart heart? In vain he turns, with eyes of love, to trace The rose and lily blooming on her face; And sees the radiance of those orbs expire, That erst were lighted with celestial fire; Sees the warm hues of panting life impress'd, And dire convulsions tear her lab'ring breast; Feels the weak Au tering pulses sink away, While Nature struggles in her last decay; Then a fond look of panting love she cast, And press'd his hand, and sigh'd, and breath'd hier last.' 1 Read this and tremble, ye sons of perdition! and forbear to spread a blighting mildew over the fair flourishing gardens of innocence: and you, my gentle readers, plead softly for poor Mary's fate. Ye whose hearts overflow with tender-views scorns to use the language of ness, and whose gentle bosoms are the seats of pity and compassion, read this, and reflect to what a state. your guardless sex are liable; and shun, oh! shun the artful flatterer's wily snares, whose soft insinuating tale so often betrays you, and puts: even innocence and all its meekeyed train to rout. Know that, to gratify a momentary passion, a villain has often made the innocent wretched for life, and distressed a family that had nothing but industry for their protection and honesty *r their portion. Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, So many of your sex would not in vain I cannot help dropping a friendly tear while I reflect to what a sad situation many are brought; their reputation, peace, and happiness gone for ever; lost in the estimation of their friends and acquaintance, deprived of domestic comfort, and at last become a prey to repentance and sorrow. Think, dear readers! how can you pass each lingering hour when corroding thoughts distub your peaceful mon cuts! Then listen not to the deluding tale of the spoiler man, lest you imbibe the noxious fluvia of a poisonous vapour, which creates dissipation, and ends in sorrow and repentance. How applicable here are the lines of Young! • Self flatter'd, unexperienced, high in hope, When young, with sanguine hope and stream We cut our cable, launch into the world, All in some darling erterprise embark'd: I flatter myself what I have advanced may not be offensive to the mind of any, but rather approved and attended to than neglected and despised and be assured, the man who approaches you with honourable romance. He will treat you as a woman of sense who despises flattery, and not as one whom he vor、 ships as the idol of the day. Think, then, how unhappy is woman; one false step for ever ruins her: while man, on the contrary, triumphs in his perfidy; and the world countenances the barbarous executioner, while it condemns the innocent victim. With the following stanzas of Goldsmith I conclude my walk: "When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, ON DRAMATIC SOLILOQUY. THOUGH a soliloquy in the perturbation of passion is undoubtedly natural, and indeed not unfrequent in real life, yet Congreve, who bas himself penned several good soliloquies, ' grants, perhaps with more candour than truth, that they are unnatural; and he only pretends to justify them from necessity. This he does in his dedication of the Double Dealer, in the following words: When a man, in a soliloquy, reasons with himself, and pros and cons, and weighs all his designs, we ought not to imagine that this man either talks to us or to himself: he is only thinking, and thinking (frequently) such matter as it were inexcusable folly in him to speak. But because we are concealed spectators of the plot in agitation, and the poet finds it necessary to let us know the whole mystery of his contrivance, he is willing to inform us of this person's thoughts, and to that end is forced to make use of the expedient of speech, no other better way being yet invented for the communication of thought,' POETICAL ESSAYS. ODE FOR HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY, 1807. BY HENRY JAMES PYE, ESQ. P. L. STILL does the trumpet's brazen throat To grateful BRITAIN ever dear: Yet while Bellona's iron car Whirls o'er th' ensanguin'd plains, Calls to his scatter'd naval host- Behold, the sov'reign queen of isles, TO GEORGE's mightier name. Firm are the sons that Britain leads That drives the foe from ocean's tide; And loudly too, with fond acclaim, Chant trophi'd Maida's deathless fame With military pride. |