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America.—The Boston Humane Society lately celebrated the anniversary of their institution. After the election of officers, and other business of the anniversary, the society went in procession to the chapel church, where, after prayers, by the Rev. Mr. Gray, a scientific discourse, embracing the great objects of the society, was pronounced by Dr. John C. Howard ; and the following original Ode, written by R. T. Paine, jun. esq. was sung by Mrs. Jones.
Spirit of the Vital Flame.
O’er the swift flowing stream, as the tree broke in air,
Plung'd a youth in the tyrannous wave;
He sunk, and was whelm’d in his grave!
RECITATIVE. See humanity's angel alight on the scene! Tho' the shadows of death have dissembled his mien, See his corse is redeem’d from the stream's icy bed, And a mother's wild grief shrieks, “ Alas! he is dead!"
To human prayer benignant heaven
Behold, the quick’ning spirit raise
Instinct listens! memory wakes!
Thought from cold extinction breaks; Reason, motion, frenzy, fear, Religion's triumpb, nature's tear, i Almighty Power, thy hand is here ! While fair religion keeps her standard here, The God of Israel will be ever near; But while we hear from far the din of arms, And Europe feels convulsed with war's alarms, . In this dread time of wrath let Britain pray, That God would cast the threatning sword away, Once more the olive branch of peace bestow, And put an end to sin and death and woe.
Lines on the Funeral Procession of the late Lord
Nelson, January 9, 1806.
See where the Britons crowd with solemn state!
Peace to his shade !—tho' sorrow's deadly darts
By thee, acknowledg'd was the Hand Divine
While thus acknowledg'd is the Lord of Hosts,
The Courtier's Soliloquy.-Dazzled with the false lustre of ambition, I quitted too precipitately my little walk in life, in hopes of shining among the great. By executing every ministerial commission with which I was charged, with the most servile fidelity, however disagreeable it was to my taste, however repugnant to my conscience, I raised myself, by hasty strides, from obscurity to splendour. By never framing the slightest objections to the commands of my despotic superiors, by always receiving them with humility, and obeying them with swiftness, I have fixed myself in a magnificent situation. I have acquired honours and riches, and should derive no small happiness from the envy which I excite among thousands less successful in the world, did I not feel myself despised by many of the most
respectable men in the nation, whose contempt is the more mortifying to me as I am conscious of deserving it. In vain do my friends (my flatterers rather should I say, for how can we, with any propriety, call those our friends, who studiously endeavour to hide us from ourselves ?) in vain do they bestow on my principles and my parts the most exalted encomiums; in vain would they make me believe that I am a capital pillar of the British constitution : sick of the fawning crew surrounding me from morning to night, I began to nauseate their gross, their surfeiting adulation. My gains, indeed, have been considerable; since I have been a patient persevering drudge in the ministerial road; considerable, too, have been my lashes. What have. I gained ? A ribbon and a pension. What have I lost? My character and my peace.
A captain of an African ship had lately a young tiger on board, which was so civilized, and even humanized, that the beast lay every night for many weeks in the captain's cabin, along with his play-fellow and particular favourite, a Negro boy. The captain being awaked one morning earlier than usual, by the noise and playfulness of the tiger, called to the boy to be quiet, but having no answer from the boy, and the noise still continuing, he looked out of his hammock, and perceived the tiger playing at football with Quamino's head. The cause was this: