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single day. It is a strong proof of the correct judgment of Messrs. Farrand and Sharp, in this measure, that it received the approbation of nearly all the constituted authorities of the city and county of Philadelphia, besides a fair proportion of our most respectable individuals. To this weight of authority is to be added the Legislature, composed chiefly of persons who may be called practical men on subjects of this nature. It would be a difficult matter to persuade such intelligent minds that a bridge at Philadelphia would produce any effects against the course of nature, notwithstanding all the clamour which might be excited, in order to produce such a belief.

The Board of Directors have published a report, by which it appears that the cost of the bridge, boats, tavern, stables, 4 acres of ground on the island, &c. &c. will be $140,000; and they estimate, from satisfactory documents, the present annual income from all the ferries, at about $56,000.

No positive opinion can be formed as to the proportion of this income, which may remain with the boats if the bridge should be erected. The owners of some of them do not hesitate to admit that their business would be destroyed entirely, and they offer to join the Bridge Company on equitable terms. No one will deny that in winter and at all times when the weather is inclement, travellers will prefer that mode of crossing which keeps them not more than one minute on the water. Against such an advantage, the ferry boats cannot long contend, and if the whole of the business should fall into the hands of the Bridge Company, the stock would become incalculably valuable.

We conclude, therefore, by warmly recommending to the patronage of individuals, a measure which has been so powerfully sanctioned by all the public authorities. Instead of joining in the senseless clamour which it has created, we think the projectors entitled to all praise for the zeal and perseverance with which they have prosecuted this scheme.

Art. XVII.-Poetry. VERSES ON BURNS' PUNCH-BOWL. Written extempore, at the house of RB-Esq. by one of

the gentlemen present, when Burns's Punch-Bowl, (after dinner,) was introduced, full primed with excellent whiskey-toddy.

Thou bonie, tosh, wee, modest bowl,
When wayward fate would dare to scowl,
How aft thou's cheer'd Burns' drooping soul,

When prim'd wi’ nappy,
Round him and thee care then might growl,

But he was happy.

Though death, felonious, snatch'd away-
The richest gem frae Scotia's lay,
And left thee fatherless to stray

Mang deeps and shallows,
End now thy woes, thou's found thy way

Mang honest fallows,
For here's mysel, a funny loun;
And there's my jovial neighbour B-n;
A better chiel to our Auld Town

Ne’er came before,
He's drawn us round thee,-now we'll drown

A' care-encore!

Sae fill the glass, but e’er we pree,
Round this dear relic reverently,
We'll brighten Scotland's downcast e’e,

For sair she mourns,
And toast thy honoured memory

Immortal BURNS!

STANZAS,
BY MRS. MORTON, OF MASSACHUSETTS.
I like it is my choicc to live unseen,-

Unsought by all whom busy eyes admire;

To watch the blossom's gem,--the deepening green,

And from the giddy glare of wealth retire.
I like the gracious Spring—the Summer gay-

The Autumn, in his harvest-bounties kind,
The social Winter's unpretending day,

The kindly converse, and the modest mind. What is to me the City's joyous throng?

I love the sighing of the solemn grove, The soft half warble of the twilight song,

The fragrant eve's refreshing calm 1 love! If friends have passed, and sorrows found their place,

And the hurt mind laments its lone career, If lost, of life, the sunshine and the grace,

Yet may the tender gleam of Hope appear. There the crushed thought shall find a voice, and there

Some healthful Pleasure on the sick heart rise, Some living lowliness—some banished care,

Warm the cold cheek, and light the languid eyes.

SONG
And ye shall walk in silk attire,

And siller hae to spare,
Gin ye'll consent to be his bride,

Nor think o’ Donald mair:
Oh! wha wou'd buy a silken goun,

Wi' a poor broken heart,
Or what's to me a siller crown

Gin frae my love I part.
The mind whose every wish is pure,

Far dearer is to me,
And e'er I'm forc'd to break my faith,

I'll lay me down and die:
For I have pledg‘d my virgin troth,

Brave Donald's fate to share,
And he has gien to me his heart,

Wi' a' its virtues rare.

His gentle manners wan my heart,

He grateful, took the gift,
Cou'd I but think to seek it back,

It wou'd be war than theft,
For longest life can ne'er repay

The love he bears to me;
And e’er I'm forc'd to break my troth,

I'll lay me down and die.

SONNET. Mais les Tems sont changes, aussi bien que les Lieux. Racine.

How dear that time, on which the weeping thought

Of pensive Memory delights to dwell;
When each new day some glorious triumph brought,

Beyond the power of eloquence to tell!
How dear that place, the paradise of thought,

Where sacred Love and Friendship us'd to dwell:
Where echoes faint in ev'ry gale are brought,

That still, to Fancy's ear, of pleasure tell.
On eagle wing the hours of rapture flew,

And from this bosom ev'ry comfort bore;
Reluctant sorrow bade those scenes adieu,

Which still to me a pleasing aspect wore.
The scenes of bliss again these eyes may view,

But Pleasure's season will return no more!

SONG, The muse of Robert Herrick, who flourished in the reign of Charles

I., was a genuine descendant from that of Anacreon, as the following song will testify.

Gather the rose-buds while ye may,

Old Time is still a flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious light of heav'n, the sun,

The ligher he's a getting,
The sooner will bis race be run,

And near he's to setting.
The age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst

Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,

And, whilst ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,

You may forever tarry.

SONNET.
Dispregiator di quanto 'l mondo brana. Petrarch.

How blest is he who for the love of gain,
(A love, I fear that never will be mine,)
With cheerful heart can every toil sustain,
And Freedom's self without a sigh resign!
For me, how oft must I lament in vain,
The wayward taste of these romantic eyes,
Which many an object view with fix'd disdain,
That all the world besides agrees to prize!
Content through life's sequesterd vale to glide,
By wealth unloaded, and to fame unknown,
If Friendship’s foliage deck'd my smiling side,
And Love's fair flow'rets on my banks had blown,
And were the muse her voice at times to join,
All that this heart desires would then be mine.

SONG.

I want not a goddess, to clasp in my arms,
With the wisdom of Pallas, or Venus's charms;

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