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to them the approach of the visiting officer, immediately rode on to give a similar warning at the next military post. The officer, who was an Englishman, soon after arrived, and having inspected the guard, inquired of the serjeant, had he seen his videttes ? Now the honest serjeant, though a good practical soldier, was totally ignorant of the termes de guerre. The similitude of sounds struck his ear; his conscience accused him; he thought the leverets were inquired after; and he replied, with evident confusion, “ Why, please your honour, we ate them.” “ What,” exclaimed the astonished officer, “ ate the videttes, ate the videttes! and in the name of wonder, what have you done with their arms ?” “ Why,” ananswered the serjeant, “ we ate them too; we ate them, legs, heads, arms, and all; but we then did not know they were your honour's." The astonished officer thought it a folly to remonstrate, and fled with horror from a body of men, who seemed to unite the carnivorous propensities of the anthropophagi, to the digestion of tne ostrich.

Crim. Con. Duels, &c.-Mr. Editor, --Állow me to observe, that your moral writers have hitherto fallen into a lamentable mistake by considering the little incidents of human life, as sins or crimes, which are in fact nothing more or less than public amusements, little pieces occasionally got up (to use theatrical language) for the gratification of public curiosity, and the amusement and diversion of those minds which might otherwise be injured by the gloom of religious principles, I beg pardon, I mean prejudices; or perhaps rendered melancholy by the prospect of national affairs.

That this is the way in which such events are considered, will appear most clearly, if you will only follow a Duellist, for example, from the challenge to the coffin, or a Crim. Con. from the post-chaise to the country inn. What do these things amount to? A long and elegantly penned account in the papers, richly ornamented with the honour of the gentleman, and admirably set off by the beauty and accomplishments of the lady. Well-what follows? all the town talks about it --it enlivens conversation-a dozen witticisms and puns are discharged every day from the newspapers—the Duellist is sent to his long home --and what next ? Apologetic paragraphs and letters, vindicating the honour of a madman, and the chastity of a strumpet! All very amusing still. To return then, as such events have no other effect on the public than to furnish small talk and jokes, or to produce laboured apologies and extenuations, I have a right to consider them as mere amusements got up for the public at a time when their minds may droop, or become melancholy; and I do not know that our theatrical managers themselves can produce their pieces in a more orderly, or opportune way. Every month produces something of the kind, which runs a certain number of days and nights, and then is elbowed



out of public attention by some new duel—some new elopement--some new crim. con. more attractive or more splendid than the former, because perhaps more foolish, or more fatal. We have already, indeed, granted a complete toleration to such amusements, but toleration is but a negative support. Some things yet require a kind of mask and disguise. On Sundays, for example, ladies of ton must have concerts to drown the noise of the card tables, and the givers and receivers of challenges are liable to be insulted by justices of the peace and Bow-street officers, which seems to be, by the bye, a very great infringement on the liberty of the subject. There are other obstructions which might be mentioned, and which prevent the scenery and decorations of these amusements from being prepared with so much skill and effect as they undoubtedly would be, if the legislature could be prevailed on to sanction them by an act. A duel might then be advertised to take . place on a certain day, “ at the Theatre Royal, Kensington gravel-pits,” and I have no doubt that an audience, equally numerous and brilliant would crowd to the spot! Why should we doubt it ? Are not our boxing matches, which have ended in death more than once, attended by the most fashionable audiences, I was going to saybut at least spectators? And if duels happened to be more thinly attended, it would arise, not from the less demand for amusement, but because a duel-is a piece so exceedingly short, that economists might grudge the trouble of sitting an hour,


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Says Talley to Nap, a resource I espy,

That completely, I think, all my other schemes flogs,

The country we'll drive-cry the d-d English dogs; But they lie, the dull rogues; all their arts I defy. They may drive off their oxen, their sheep, and their

hogs ; But their ponds and their ditches our wants will supply: The fools haven't thought yet of driving their frogs.


Anacreon Moore.From a New

July 9.

York Paper,

Thomas Moore, known by his elegant translation of Anacreon, lately left this city on an expedition to view the falls of Niagara. The polite and distinguished attention shewn to this youthful poet by the people of Philadelphia, made a forcible impression on his feelings, and drew from him the following impromptu lines, a day or two previous to his departure from that city :

Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer rov’d,

And bright were its flowery banks to his eye, " But far, very far were the friends that he lov'd,

And be gaz'd on its flowery banks with a sigh..

Oh nature! tho' blessed and bright are thy rays,

O’er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown, How faint are they all to the lustre that plays

In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own. Nor long did the soul of this stranger remain

Unblest by the smile he had languish'd to meet, Oh scarce did he hope it would bless him again,

Till the threshold of home had been kiss'd by his feet. But the lays of his boyhood had stol'n to their ear,

And they lov'd what they knew of so humble a name, And they told him (with flattery welcome and dear,)

That they found in his heart something dearer than fame. Nor did woman-Oh! woman, whose form and whose soul

Are the spell and the light of each path we pursue, Whether sunn'd in the tropic, or chilld at the pole,

If woman be there, there is happiness too- . Nor did she her enamouring magic deny:

That magic his heart had relinquish'd so long; Like eyes he had lov'd was her eloquent eye,

Like them did it soften and weep at his song. * Oh blest be the tear, and in memory soft

May its sparkle be shed o'er his wandering dream, Oh blest be that eye, and may passion as soft,

As free from a pang, ever mellow its beam. The stranger is gone—but he will not forget

When at home he shall talk of the toils he has known, To tell with a sigh what endearments he met,

As he stray'd by the wave of the Schuylkill alone.

* Mr.

* Mr. Moore here alludes to an occurrence during his visit at Philadelphia. He obliged a company of friends with a little plaintive song, which he sung with such exquisite taste and pathos, as drew tears from one of the ladies present.

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