1 self was the first to set the example, and had no errors or neglect He had always acted with feeling and equity towards the hostile nations during the various incursions he had made among them. The laws of war never induced him to overlook the sacred rights of mankind. Far from countenancing any kind of exactions, he was the friend, the protector, the father, of the unfortunate inhabitants of the places which became the immediate seat of war. Whenever he received orders to pillage an enemy's country on leaving it, his custom was to observe the mere form only: he would cause a few windows to be broken, displace or overturn the furniture of a house or two; but never was known to deprive the inhabitants of what was absolutely necessary to them, or to commit a single act of barbarity. The soldier loved still more than he feared him. In every place his preservation was the object of universal concern. Not only his own country, but the nations who had known him merely as their enemy, did ample justice to his disinterestedness and greatness of mind. I [To be continued.] REMARKS OF A MODERN OBSERVER. HAVE seen many things which I pretended not to see. I have often smiled and frolicked with those whom I disliked. I have experienced ingratitude in serving men who were reckoned virtuous, and I have seen the most stupid and empty babblers succeed beyond their deserts. I have seen women sacrifice the honor of their husbands to the most unprincipled gallants. I have seen miserable fribbles obtain from them favours which they refused to men of genuine merit and delicacy. I have seen many men squander their fortune, and ruin themselves for women, who laughed at them, and gave themselves to their rivals for nothing. I have seen women, who were solicited by men of wit, long resist their addresses, and yield at once to the first proud and nonsensical fool who came in their way. I have seen that, if some women prefered men of superior information, they were censured by others of their sex. I have always seen, that the learned and the best instructed failed in gaining favour with the ladies : I have seen delicacy of sentiment prove mischievous, and treachery be of great avail. I have seen that, in love, folly is always more advantageous than reason, I have seen ladies attach guilt to men who were innocent, and load with their favors those who had wronged them.-In short, I have seen so many things contradictory to good sense, and I am so much convinced that the most cruel sufferings often proced from the most noble desires, that my angry heart no longer inspires any strains but those which are bitter as the recollections with which it is filled. SELECT SENTENCES. The greatest secret to succeed in conversation, is to admire little, to hear much, always to distrust our own reason, and sometimes that of our friends; never to pretend to wit, but to make that of others appear as much as we can, to hearken to what is said, and to answer to the purpose. There are but few things wanting to make the wise man happy; nothing can make a fool content, which is the reason why almost all men are miserable. Complaints, while there is a remedy in the reach of a man's industry, shews not so much the greatness of his misery, as the weakness of his mind. Narrow-souled men are like narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them; the more noise it makes in coming out. No-body is afraid of being despised, but he that is despicable. AMUSEMENT. MEDITATION ON A PUDDING. LET us seriously reflect of what a pudding is composed. It is composed of flour that once waved in the golden grain, and drank the dews of the morning; of milk pressed from the swelling udder, by the gentle hand of the beauteous milk-maid, whose beauty and innocence might have recommended a worse draught; who, while she stroked the udder, indulged no ambitious thoughts of wandering in palaces, formed no plans for the destruction of her fellow creatures: milk which is drawn from the cow, that useful animal, that eats the grass of the field, and supplies us with that which made the greatest part of the food of mankind in the age which the poets have agreed to call golden. It is made with an egg, that miracle of nature, which the theoretical Burnet has compared to creation. An egg contains water within its beautiful smooth surface; and an unformed mass, by the incubation of the parent, becomes a regular animal, furnished with bones and sinews, and covered with feathers. Let us consider; can there be more wanting to complete the Meditation on a Pudding? If more is wanting, more may be found. It contains salt, which keeps the sea from putrefaction; salt, which is made the image of intellectual excellence, contributes to the formation of a pudding. A QUICK MATCH. A FRIEND of ours tells a pleasant story which has nothing to do with love or sentiment, and may be cited as an exception, if nothing more, to Walter Scott's maxim : "Love rules the camp, the court, the grove, And earth below, and heaven above." Our friend has an estate in the country to which he regularly pays a visit once a year. Whilst on one of these annual visitations, he called on a neighbour, whose wife had died some few months before, to offer the usual complimentary condolements. He found the good farmer seated by the side of a buxom girl about nineteen years old. After shaking hands, drawing stools, &c. the conversation began with "so neighbour, you have had the misfortune to lose your wife, since I saw you." "Yes," replied the farmer gaily, "but I have got another."—" Ah !" exclaimed our friend in surprise, "You have been expeditious in repairing your loss !" "Why, sir, to tell you the long and the short of the matter, when my good woman was taken sick, think-says-I-to-myself, should it please God in his infinite mercy to take the old lady to himself, (which heaven forbid was my prayer) 'twill not be amiss to be looking round for some one to fill her place-for a woman is a monstrous serviceable creature about a house-so, I was saying, I cast my eyes on a certain widow of the neighbourhood, a good notable, thrifty housewife, as I thought her-and after my poor wife, was laid in the earth, I put the question to the widow, who made no objections; but we agreed to wait a few months for decency's sake; in the mean time I used to visit her whenever the crap would admit-till one day I was going into her house, I saw through the window some goings on that shewed plainly she was not the woman I took her for. I mounted my horse again in great flusteration of mind, resolving in myself to marry the first woman I met, for spite. So as I was jogging on home, I spied a good looking lass at work in a cotton field" Hallo! young woman," says I, do you want to get married?"-" That's a mighty odd question," says she, "but to tell the truth, I should not be apt to refuse a good offer”. "What would you say to such a man as me?"" Why you are a pretty good looking man, and if"-" Butter me no parsnips, young woman-will you have me?"-" Why-yes sir."" Well get up behind me."-So, to make a long story short, we rode directly to the Squires' and were man and wife in half an hour." Here is the wench" (said he, slapping her on the shoulder) "she is a fine girl, and I have had no cause to repent my bargain." When Yaniewicz first came into this country, he lived at the west end of the town. One day, after paying several visits, he found himself a little out of his latitude, and called a hackney, when this dialogue ensued : Coachman.-(shutting the door) where to, sir? Yan. By gar, I know no-de name of de street has echape, has escaped out of my memory. I have forgot him. Vat shall I do? Coach.-(grins.) Yan. Ah! you gay-come now-you understand de musique, -Eh? Coach.-Music-what's that to do with the street? Yan.-Ah! vous verrez-you shall see- -(hums a tune)-Vat is dat? Coach.-Mollbrook. Yan.-Ah! by gar-dat is him-Malbro'-street-now you drive -a me home.-Eh! This is a fact. We have often heard that "music hath charms," to do many clever things, but this is, I believe, the first time of its instructing a hackney coachman where he was to set down. HYMENEAL AND OBITUARY. MARRIED.] In this town, Mr. Isaac W. Goodrich, to Miss Catharine Jennings; Mr. Silas Babcock, to Miss Nancy Stearns; Mr. William Greenough, to Miss Sarah Gardner; Mr. Isaac W. Lord, to Miss Mary B. Henchman: Mr. Joseph S. Waterman, to Miss Jane P. Richardson. In Beverly, Mr. Thomas Andrews, to Miss Mary Raymond In Salem, Mr. George Archer, jun. to Miss Eliza Osborne. In Norwich, (Mass.) Dr. Worthington Wright, to Miss Olinda Munson. DIED.] In this town, Capt. James B. Marston, aged 38; Albert, son of Mr. Enoch Cook, aged 13 months; Miss Nancy Cunningham M'Neill, aged 30: Mr. Samuel Bacall, aged 46; Doct. Eleazer Clap, aged 31. In Charlestown, Mary, wife of Solomon Blanchard; Mrs. Maria Antoinette, wife of Mr. Samuel Clark, aged 27. In Roxbury, Mr. Joseph Allen, merchant of Boston, aged 43; Capt. Josiah Dunton, aged 56; Elizabeth, child of Mr. Nathaniel Currier, aged 22 months. In Dedham, Miss Mehala Williams, aged 30. In Watertown, George H. son of Mr. Abijah White, aged 16 months. In Salem, Mr. Robert Stone, aged 73. In Ipswich, Ebenezer, son of Capt. Isaac Stanwood, aged 19. In Northampton, Mrs. Elizabeth Reed, aged 78; Mr. Daniel Edwards, aged In Palmer, Mr. Lois Warriner, aged 69. At sea, Capt. Samnel Chauncey, of Portsmouth, aged 52. 58. POETRY. SYMPATHY. CHILD of Virtue and compassion, Let pellucid drops of pity, From thine eyes inspire relief.— Hail, fair Goddess! I adore thee, All shall pay their vows before thee, Like the Sun which bursts its splendor, From the mist envelop'd sky, Like the zephyrs soft and tender, Thou can'st from a mind dejected Let thy altars be regarded, Vice from thee shall be discarded, Virtue be forever thine. Let thy honours be admired, Heaven born peace, thy hand-maid prove; And whene'er thou art required, Soften pity into love. PRUDENCE AND CHARITY. In true economy we find, |
