The index now alone remains,

Of all the pages spoil'd by Pleasure, And though it bears some honey stains, Yet Memory counts the leaf a treasure!

And oft, they say, she scans it o'er,
And oft, by this memorial aided,

Brings back the pages now no more,
And thinks of lines that long have faded!

I know not if this tale be true,

But thus the simple facts are stated; And I refer their truth to you,

Since Love and you are near related!

EPISTLE VII.

ΤΟ

THOMAS HUME, ESQ. M. D.

TO THOMAS HUME, ESQ. M. D.

FROM THE CITY OF WASHINGTON.

ΔΙΗΓΗΣΟΜΑΙ ΔΙΗΓΗΜΑΤΑ ΙΣΩΣ ΑΠΙΣΤΑ, ΚΟΙ ΝΩΝΑ ΩΝ ΠΕΠΟΝΘΑ ΟΥΚ ΕΧΩΝ.

XENOPHONT. Ephes. Ephesiac. lib. v.

'Tis evening now; the heats and cares of day
In twilight dews are calmly wept away.
The lover now, beneath the western star,
Sighs through the medium of his sweet segar,
And fills the ears of some consenting she

With puffs and vows, with smoke and constancy!
The weary statesman for repose hath fled
From halls of council to his negro's shed,
Where blest he wooes some black Aspasia's grace,
And dreams of freedom in his slave's embrace! *

In fancy now, beneath the twilight gloom,
Come, let me lead thee o'er this modern Rome! †

*The "black Aspasia" of the present ********* of the United States, "inter Avernales haud ignotissima nymphas," has given rise to much pleasantry among the anti-democrat wits in America.

† “On the original location of the ground now allotted

Where tribunes rule, where dusky Davi bow,
And what was Goose-Creek once is Tiber now
This famed metropolis, where Fancy sees
Squares in morasses, obelisks in trees ;
Which travelling fools and gazetteers adorn
With shrines unbuilt and heroes yet unborn,
Though nought but wood † and********* they see,
Where streets should run, and sages ought to be!

for the seat of the Federal City (says Mr. WELD) the identical spot on which the capitol now stands was called Rome. This anecdote is related by many as a certain prognostic of the future magnificence of this city, which is to be, as it were, a second Rome."-WELD's Travels, letter iv.

* A little stream runs through the city, which, with intolerable affectation, they have styled the Tiber. It was originally called Goose-Creck.

"To be under the necessity of going through a deep wood for one or two miles, perhaps, in order to see a nextdoor neighbour and in the same city, is a curious, and I believe a novel circumstance."-WELD, letter iv.

The Federal City (if it must be called a city) much increased since Mr. Weld visited it. public buildings which were then in some

has not been

Most of the degree of for

wardness, have been since utterly suspended. The Hotel is already a ruin; a great part of its roof has fallen in, and the rooms are left to be occupied gratuitously by the miserable Scotch and Irish emigrants. The President's House, a very noble structure, is by no means suited to the philosophical humility of its present possessor, who inhabits but a corner of the mansion himself, and abandons the rest to a state of uncleanly desolation, which those who are not philo