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rested, the names of coward, treacherous mortal, || small point faintly lighted; whilst I waded rapidly astounded my ears; and I was reminded of the through damp and thick darkness. Instead of oaths I had taken the night before. “Yester. the deafening thunders of war, a calm and uniday," they told me, “whilst you were drunk || versal silence reigned around me. Liglit sport of you promised"- "I promised !-Alas! gentle- | the winds, I began to feel anxious about my fate, men, I must have been shamefully intoxicated when my feet touched a more solid ground. I when I promised to slay my fellow creatures." I then perceived I was become a skeleton of a daz. was about to make a long speech, to prove that I || zling whiteness, yet I was not displeased or disought not to be compelled to fight, but they gusted with this sudden change. And in reality would not hear my reasons, and I was dragged I cannot conceive why we shrink at the sight of away by the obedient crowd. The thunder of fleshless bones, the timber frame of a building is man, which in a day destroys more men than the equally deserving of our admiration as its out. thunder of Heaven does in ages, gave the signal ward ornaments. for the battle. The sky was on a sudden wrap- || My white skeleton soon found itself in comped in flames, then darkened with clouds of ll pany with other skeletons of the same nature, and smoke. Hissing bullets flew around us; whilst equally naked. Our bones clashed together, and . our officers animated and impelled the obedient | formed a loud and far-heard ratiling noise, which files of soldiers, who rushed forward to deluge filled me with an involuntary terror, and made me with their blood the heaps of corpses which loath my abode. I viewed the surrounding crowd strewel the field. Compelled to fire my musket, |with anxiely and apprehension. All their molike the rest of my companions, I shot the empty |tions were quick and rough, and though reduced air, and preferred death to killing a fellow crea. I to the most deplorable state, they held their heads ture. Pale with horror, I was forced to proceed; I proudly erect. Heavy clouds rolled over us, and and those who rallied at my fears attempted to | darted the flaming arrows of lightning, which shed drown theirs in strong and intoxicating liquors. a red glare over the hovering gloom. What a dreadful scene was spread around me!
A mild and angelic voice stole upon my ear, the blasted abode of the damned could not pre
and addressed me thus:--" Thou art now in one sent a more terrific spectacle. Mournful shrieks, || of the vales where justice tries the guilty mortals; the rauling peals of cannon, the bursting thun. | it is called the Valley of Murderers.” “() God der of the bombs deafened our ears, and hard of Heavon! is it possible! my heart is pure; ened every heart. Panting bodies lay in the midst my hands are spotless. I have been forced to join of expiring horses; others half crushed beneath the crowd of the murderers, but I have committhe merciless feet of men, dragged themselves ted no crime."-“ Fear not,” replied the voice, along the ground, and, howling with anguish, “ many who are innocent are mixed with these called in vain for mercy. Here, wan and gory barbarians; but I am sent to comfort them, and façes, with maited hair, lingered gasping in the
tell them, that they are placed here, in order expectation of death; and there, despair and
ll when the last trumpet shall sound, to shame soffering, and all the scenes of horror started up
those wbo wished to drag them into guilt. Jus. by war, all the wounds, the varied torments
tice, the eldest daughter of the Supreme Being, which it inflicts, burst upon the sight. Nature
visits this valley once every six thousand years, and humanity were incessantly outraged by sacri
and five hundred more still remain unexpired." legious hands; the birds of the air Aew away
I expressed the impatience of my grief at this struck with dismay; whilst a cloud of hungry
intelligence, and the voice thus replied: "You ravens watched with screams of exultation each
fancy, perhaps, that ages, years, days, and hours, bloody carcase, each mangled limb that strewed
will roll as slowly as when you inhabited the the earth. I pursued my way over the heaps of
earth ; undeceive yourself, while I speak fifty the wounded, and the teeth of a dying wretch
years are already elapsed.” At these words hope were fastening on my leg, when a man, more
cheered my heart, and I observed more attenimpetuous than the fiery courser which he rode,
tively the walking skeletons that moved around grasping the hair of my uncovered head, listed
me. The hardness of their souls still pervaded high his murderous steel, but a burning cannon
their bones, and they struck each other as they ball spared him the trouble of killing me, and
passed. I then listened to a distant murmur,
and distinguished the deep and awful roar of the scattered afar my lacerated limbs. . No one was ever so glad to be slain as I was at
rapid torrent of ages, which the hand of time this moment. I soon lost sight of the field of Il poured into the motionless lake of eternity. On battle, and of those senseless beings, who, led || a sudden
ledll a sudden this torrent ceased to flow. Nature by a deceitful phantoni of glory, slaughter each ||
paused awhile; a hundred raging thunders burst other. The earth assumed the appearance of all from the clouds, and a rain of blood fell upon the No. XXIV. Vol. II.
guilty. That blood was shed since the birth drop is the blushing image of a murder. It of the universe, and it deluged every murderer terrifies and condemns them, it betokens grief, In a few minutes I perceived almost every remorse, and despair. Behold their fate, the s keleton covered with stains, which they vainly dreadful hour is come." attempted to wipe away. “ Fear none of these spots," said the voice of the comforting angel,
(To be continued.) " they will be seen on assassins alone; every !
FAMILIAR LECTURES ON USEFUL SCIENCES.
(Continued from Page 216.]
LADIES, who every where else form the 11 the dishes combined, often paralizes a whole charm of society, are misplaced at an epicure's | party. Young men, in particular, should pay dinner, where the attention must not be divided, great attention to this truth; as there are many but is wholly concentrated on the table, and not | who think themselves disengaged from an invion what surrounds it. Also on these important tation by sending a note a few hours previous to occasions the most silly goose is a personage of the time appointed. But this is a gross and fatal more consequence than the most amiable woman, error, into which no real epicure will ever fall. But when the bottle is removed, the fair sex re. A general invitation, without fixing any time, sume their rights with renovated power
is an unmeaning politeness, and many would The visit of digestion is a sacred duty which find themselves much duped if they were taken all men who understand good living, and who at their word. The only invitations fit to be have not lost their appetite for another occasion, accepted are those when the day is mentioned, will never omit. The length of their visit in and even it is better that it should be given in some countries is regulated according to the de. writing. This observation is very important, gree of excellence of the meal in question. I especially to those who are lately arrived from have heard of some that have lasted for three the country, as it has been the cause of many a hours; but many amphitryons would willingly squire meeting with a cool reception, and a bad dispense with such marks of gratitude.
dinner. Those who arrive in London for the first Servants should be very careful never to re- || time should be very cautious with respect to inmove a course without having been ordered by vitations. their master; and he should never give this Dinner being to an epicure the most important order until the guests have formally rejected action of the day, he cannot possibly pay too every dish.
scrupulous an attention to every thing which reThere exists in Paris a rule which is made use ll lates to it. of in many families, namely, that those who | In houses where there are not many servants accept an invitation to dinner, and do not come, 1 kept, it is almost as uncivil to arrive too early as are fined five hundred francs, and if the excuse too late, where the lady perhaps is not yet prebe sent eight and forty hours previous to the ap pared to receive her guests. pointment, the fine is reduced to three hundred. Late dinners are most comfortable and con
This rule may appear frivolous, or too severe, to venient, as the hurry of business being over, the many people; but if we take the trouble of re whole mind may be concentrated on the plate, flecting for a moment, we shall find that the ab. our reflections need not wander for a inoment sence of one guest who was anxiously expected, from what we are eating, and afterwards we may and for which the company had been suited, and " quietly re:ire to repase.
THE FATAL CONSEQUENCE OF CON 1) If alone by the rill, in the mead, or the grove CEALED LOVE.
| She had stray'd, or the gay flow'ry plain, A TALE.
He continued to breathe the soft language of love, Have you heard of a damsel who dwelt in the || And to urge his chaste wish-but in vain. vale,
William's love was sincere, but she own'd not In a cottage with jessamine bound;
the faine, As the shepherds with sorrow relate the sad tale, The sweet passion seem'd not in her breast; Who inhabit the country around?
To her jessamine cottage he never more came, She was call'd fair Clarissa, the sweet village maid,
Gloomy care from that time prov'd his guest. Of her beauty the cottagers boast ;
In seclusion, a wretched existence awhile Tis no wonder such charms shepherds hearts Pass'd the doll ling'ring moments of life; should invade,
From his pale wither'd cheek fate had banish'd And secure of fond lovers a host.
the smile On her cheek was depicted the blush of the rose, Of fond hope for the emblem of grief. 'Mid the lily's unsullied fair hue,
Thus oppress'd-nature yielded to care's killing And her soft panting bosom did beauties disclose, . pow'r, Such as nature distributes to few !
Disappointment his intellect stole;
The lamented effect of th' unfortunate hour Far and near 'inong the villages, hamlets, and
The strong poison of love seiz'd his soul. plains, Many miles round the country were seen,
ll of his senses bereft, hapless William was seen Wealthy tradesmen, rich farmers, and poor low
Where the willow mourns o’er the deep brook; born swains,
|| 'Neath its low pending branches in sorrow to lean, With Clarissa to dance on the green.
And his cold wat'ry grave to o'erlook.
J| Fair Clarissa one day rambled early to view, When across the steep hills, or thro' vallies she
As the sun gently ting'd the grey morn, stray'd,
And began to exhale from the meadows the dew, Echo bore to Clarissa her name,
And the clear glitt'ring drops from the thorn. And as oft' with some straggling young lanıbkin she play'd,
Then she stray'd to the brook, 'twas her fav’rite
resort; A gay shepherd in quest of it came.
All was still! not a bird's cheering note: On the back of the willow her name met her eye, | When the first dismal object, her gazing eye Where the streamlet in soft murmur flow'd;
caught, And the friendly gale wafted each fond lover's sigh,
Was the body of William afloat. While her bosom with innocence glow'd.
With despair she long dwelt on his pale stiffen'd Ere the high soaring lark carol'd first its shrill song,
And the air rent with heart-piercing sighs ; And she heard with delight the sweet strain, ll 'Twas conviction of love that impellid her reTo her cottage the shepherds in numbers would
And th' effect of regard in disguise. Yet she treated the group with disdain.
|| Now she wanders the groves, vales, and mountains One above all the rest strove the damsel to please, I forlorn,
'Twas young William, who dwelt near her cot; || By repentance her spirits are fled; But alas! cruel fate will enforce its decrees, By reflection her bosom is constantly torn, Disappointment was also his lot.
And the damp dismal cave forms her bed. Io the dance he was first, and the sports of the field Poor Clarissa's deserted, the shepherds are fled, To select the fair maid, his fond choice;
The result of affection conceal'd; 'Twas not long ere the swain his affection re- / Mark her fate, ye fair damsels! by nature be led, veal'd,
Let your love be in season reveald! But she tura'd with contempt at the voice. Vale-Place, Oct. 1607. GOBBO
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The stream that flows out of the lake,
THE SEVEN. SISTERS,
FROM WORDSWORTH'S POEMS.
. . . . ADVICE.
Ye wives and ye husbands who both wish to see Your conjugal scenes from all skirmishes free; In this doth the secret of harmony lie, Ne'er begin a duet e'en a half note loo high,
Ye ladies, tho' vex'd your mild spirits may be, Yet kindly beware of a keen rapartee ; For peace's soft busom those arrows must hit, Which doubly are pointed with anger and wit.
Ye husbands, of argument chiefly beware, The bane of good humour which frightens the
fair; Where reason's soft tones soon in passion are
drown'd, While happiness treinbles, and flies froin the
sound. O both have a care of all hasty replies, On hearing whose discord the bachelor cries, While snugly he smiles on himself and his cat, “ The sharp notes of marriage are worse than the
flat.” In unison sweet let your voices agree, While both are maintain'd in the patural key; Thus love shall beat time with a conjugal kiss, And your skirmish be only the skirmish of bliss.
THE FIRST IDEA OF BEAUTY. The babe, emerging from its liquid bed, Now lifts in gelid air its nodding head; The light's first dawn, with trembling eyelids hails, With lungs untiught arrests the balmy gales; Tries its new tongue in tones unknown, and hears The strange vibration with unpractisd ears; Seeks with spread hands the bosom's velvet orbs, With closing lips the milky fount absorbs; And, as compress'd, the dulcet streamis distil, Drinks warmth and fragrance from the living rill; Eyes with mute rapture every waving line, Prints with its coral lips the Paphian shrine,
And learns, ere long, the perfect form confest, !! Jdeal beauty, from it mucher's breast.
• THE NEWS.
Forget my frailties, thou art also frail;
Forgive my lapses, for thyseli may'st fall;
Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale,
I was a friend, a man, to thee, to all.
THE ADMINISTRATION OF 1806.
A Song, to the l'une of the “ Tight lillle Kund."
A SHORT time ago, as we all of us know,
Pitt was plac'd at the head of the nation;
But when he first went, the folks were content Dear, happy tree! still proudly rise
With a terrible Administration.
Oh what an Administration,
There never was such in the nation;
They turn'd out all the good,
Got in Whig blocks of wood,
To shew a Whig Administration. ent caves,
The broad-bottom'd Lord, never hinteil a word And rural godheads, shall combine,
To assist the thick-headed taxation; Yearly, to greet thy shadowy shrine,
And the charming Lord P-tty, who trips with And mix, in antic dance, beneath thy gloom.
Got up to the top of the nation.
What a head to an Administration !
A dinner's his grand relaxation;
And though meat may be meet,
Yet his conduct wasn't meet,
It in Pitty's head pops, as himself's fond of hops,
He'd tax all the beer in the nation;
But his tax soon sell dead, on the bier it was laid,
To be buried by Administration,
His pig-iron a bore to the nation :
This head to the Adininistration
May shine at a ball,
But took no steps at all
To figure in Administration.
Billy Windh-m turned coat, with the wind he
Nor bluster'd in sermonication;
Nay, they're all chang'd good lack, so that Grey
turned to black, And weave her sacred nest.
How wick-ed an Administration.
Yet this was the Administration,
Hastied up for the use of the nation; EPITAPH BY THE LATE DR. BEATTIE.
And Abb-tt look'd pleased, Escap'd the gloom of mortal life, a soul
While the country was teased Here leaves its mould'ring tenement of clay, With this terrible Administration. Safe where no cares their whelming billows roll,
There was Sammy the breuer, he thought, to be No doubts bewilder, and no hopes betray.
sure, Like thee I once have stemm'd the sea of life,
A title he'd get for his wrath, Sir;
But his hog's-head gåve nothing but froth, Sir.
What a waste of his dregs and orations ! Let steady Reason urge the struggling oar;
Like his porter, all but, Shot through the dreary gloom, the morn at last
No more he need strut, Gives to thy longing eye the blissful shore. Nor brew for the Administration,