habitants. The funeral service was performed by the reverend rector of St. Paul's, and three vollies discharged by the troops over the grave.

He has left an amiable widow and three infant children to the protection of heaven and the gratitude of his country. Every page of our naval history bears testimony to his gallantry, science, genius, and humanity.

TOLL for the brave!

The brave that are no more !
Who fought a peerless fight,

Columbia, near thy shore!
There generous LAWRENCE fell,
His country's boast and pride!
Yet Grief exults to tell-

In Glory's arms he died.

Toll for the brave!

For gallant LAWRENCE gone;
His last sea-fight is fought,

His work of conquest done.
The deadly-fated ball

His dauntless body tore,
Yet glorious did he fall

Amid the battle's roar !
Toll for the brave!

Once dreaded by the foe;
And dew our hero's grave

With tears Columbian's owe.
That tear will grace his urn

Beyond what splendor gives 3
For long as freemen mourn,
His sainted memory lives.

At Halifax, on the 13th instant, Lieutenant AUGUSTUS C. LUDLOW, Second in command on board the Chesapeak frigate, aged 21, of the wounds he received in the action with the Shannon. His remains were entombed with every mark of military distinction, which a generous enemy could bestow on a gallant youth, who fell in defending his country's flag.

Great spirit of the mighty dead,
Descend a while, and linger here,
And tears, which love and pity shed,
Shall fall, to grace a hero's bier.

To thee, thy foes could not refuse
The meed to valor justly due,
Nor shall an humble, lowly muse,
Forget to praise a patriot true.

What, though no friends, nor kindred dear,
To grace his obsequies, attend!

The foemen, are his brothers here :-
And every hero is his friend.

On board the frigate Chesapeak, during the action with the Shannon, on the 1st instant, WILLIAM AUGUSTUS WHITE, aged 26, Sailing Master, a native of Rutland, Massachusetts. Noble and generous, his heart was open and sincere; every qualification seems to have been united in him, that would endear him to his friends, or sharpen the poignancy of their grief at his loss; determined and resolute, he was eminently calculated for the station he held. Possessing an ardent attachment to his country, he early embarked in her cause, and has finally sacrificed a valuable life. He had the glory of sharing in the fate of the unfortunate LAWRENCE, in the first broadside received from the Shannon, in which that brave commander was wounded-HE FELL, and his country lost a promising officer; his acquaintance, a sincere and affectionate friend.

Why weep for him, who nobly dared to brave
His country's foe, upon the " mountain wave;"
Who bled where heroes died, and freemen slain,
Ting'd with their blood, the broad extended main ?
An honor'd death is valor's rich reward,
The praise of man, and the applause of God.
Columbia's page in gen'rous strain shall tell,
Those deeds of courage where her LAWRENCE fell:
Honor shall gild the Hero's spotless shrine,
And thine, O WHITE! with kindred lustre shine.
No more let friendship mourn, nor swelling sigh
Bedew with tears a brother patriot's eye;
Nor fond remembrance tear the anguish'd breast,
With private virtues which his mind possest:
HIS SPIRIT's FLED-but still his deathless name
HAS SET IN GLORY, and shall LIVE IN FAME.

In the late sanguinary conflict between the Chesapeak and Shannon, we have beside the deaths above mentioned, to lament the loss of Lieut. BALLARD, 4th officer of the Chesapeak, and Lieut. BROOME, of the Marine corps. By the deaths of these gentlemen, our country has lost the services of brave and skilful officers, and society been deprived of respectable, amiable and intelligent young men. We will not, however, indulge in unavailing regrets." The first duty a soldier owes his country is to die," and a grateful country will cherish and respect his memory.

We shall never envy the honors, which wit and learning obtain in any other cause, if we can be numbered among the writers who have given ardor to virtue and confidence to Dr. Johnson.

truth.

FOR THE POLYANTHOS.

HISTORICAl sketches.

No. III.

THE OLD BRICK MEETING HOUSE IN BOSTON, Of which the annexed plate is an accurate representation, was built by the First Church for a place of worship, 1712; and was appropriated to religious use, the third of May, 1713. It stood on the plat of ground now occupied by the block of buildings denominated Cornhill-Square, and was taken down in the summer of 1808; the proprietors having erected a new and elegant meeting house in Summer"An historical Sketch of the First Church," written by the reverend WILLIAM EMERSON, their late deceased pastor, and published since his death, contains much curious and valuable information of the early settlers of this town and the vicinity.

street.

The only durable relic of the Old Brick is deposited in the First Church vestry. It is a thick piece of slate stone, about two feet long, which was taken from under a window, in the second story, on the south side of the church. It contains in two lines the following record.

BURND TO ASHES OCTOBr 3. 1711.
June 25th 1712.

REBUILDING

LOOKING Over the last volume of the Asiatic Annual Register, printed in London, I observed an English version of a part of the celebrated poem Sukoontula. The Editor of that valuable work, should he ever have an opportunity to peruse this communication, will pardon my suggesting to him the propriety of mentioning the names of the publications from which his selections are made, that they may be distinguished from his original correspondence. The piece now alluded to, was translated by an ingenious young gentleman of the Madras civil service, and afterwards versified by the person who now has the honour to address you. It made its first public appearance about the year 1802, and was fortunate enough to meet the approbation of the learned Orientalist, Dr. I. B. Gilchrist.

I enclose a free blank-verse translation of another part of the same poem, by the same hands. If it be deemed worthy of a place in your Miscellany, I shall be gratified by its inser tion. Your's obediently, SADI.

SUKOONTULA.

By sacred zeal inspired, the reverend Kan,
Intent to sojourn to a holy place,

To Sukoontula spoke in soothing words,
And cheered her heart with blandishments of love,

And sweet assurance of a glad return,
To the divine enchantress of the wood.
Meanwhile, he said, " Be happy and at ease,
And unrepining, trust to Gotmee's care,
For she with guardian vigilance will heed
To every want-anticipate each wish,
And e'er thy lips reveal thy heart's desire,
Surprize thee with the unexpected boon.
If during my short absence, hither led

By want, or search for solitude and rest,
Or other cause that pious souls inspires,
A holy man of God should bend his way,
With kind attention serve him. For, to age
And purity of heart 'tis meet that youth
Should render homage; and in such disguise
Are angels entertained by favored men,
Unconscious of the guest's sublime degree."

Thus, in parental language, did the sage
The blest consoler of the world console,
And soothed the heart of her, whose charms inflamed
All other hearts; and left this flower of flowers
To blush amidst the wood's umbrageous gloom,
And breathe its fragrance on the enamored breeze,
That kissed the dew-drops from its blooming breast.
When Sukoontula's puberty of age,

Her ripened beauties to the world announced,
Rich and luxuriant on the ravished eye,
Beamed in full radiance every perfect charm
Of womanhood: and graceful levity

Of sprightly youth, by modesty restrained
To captivating gaiety of thought and deed,
Gave powers unknown before to mighty Love ;
In Beauty's magazine the god ne'er found
Such arms for conquest :-Birds and beasts
That once upon the matchless virgin gaz❜d,
Were, as by magic, spell-bound to the wood,
Nor e'er could range again beyond its verge,
And in delightful slavery blest her sway.

She, to divert her mind from tender cares,
And cheer the lingering hours of dull delay
While Kan continued absent, from her hand
Allured the antelopes to take their food,
And mingling grain with water, found a bliss
Till then unfelt, when the familiar deer
Forgot his native wildness, and received