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unable to bear longer torture, the stranger drew out his par-boiled limb, and declared himself vanquished, at the same time exclaiming " that man must be the devil incarnate, or he never could bear it ;" and seeing the lawyer in no haste to leave his situation, said with much feeling for heaven's sake, sir, desist ; you'll certainly loose your leg." 6 And if I do,” replied the other, taking it deliberately out of the water, “ I can buy another, they are only three guineas a piece." The stranger, finding he had been vainly contending with a cork leg, was highly exasperated at the deception, and swore he would commence an action for assault and battery. "You had better call it scalding and burning," replied the other, “ It's a new case, and will well afford the counsel some fun."

A pretended wit was very free in playing his tricks upon a modest man, who told him, that he would do weil not to make himself ridiculous. My friend,” said the wit, the materials of my composition are such, that I cannot help being so.”_"No, replied the other, “thou art formed of good materials, but they want to be well beaten into decent form."

An importunate beggar went to a miser, and asked for a garment saying, that his object was to have something to remember him by. * My friend," said the miser, as thy end is to remember me, I shall give thee nothing ; for I am sure thou wilt remember a refusal much longer than a gift.”

A person lately mentioning that a new set of Philosophers had risen up, remarkable for their silence, replied, “ Well, and what do they hold ?"_“Hoid," said the relater," why they hold their


tongues !"

HYMENEAL AND OBITUARY. MARRIED.-In this town, Mr. Samuel Bradley to Miss Elizabetb Williams ; Mr. John Hearsy, to Miss Sarah Barry ; Mr. Jobn Rinex, to Miss Eliza Caswell ; Mr. Thomas Green to Miss Mary Fowle ; Mr. Samuel Beck of Philadelphia, to Miss Francis R. Wallach. At Quincy, Lieut. Charles T. Clark, of the U.S. navy, to Miss Susan B. Adams, grand daughter of the venerable John Adams, late President of the Ŭ. S. At Beverly, Mr. John Worsley, of Boston, to miss Sally Worsley ; Mr. Jonathan Parsons to Miss Polly Howe. At Leicester, Mr. John Clapp, of Boston, to Miss Eliza C. Flint.

DIED.]—In this town, Mr. John Rogers, aged 31 ; Mr. Henry L. Breese, of Utica, (N.Y.) Mr. Moses Thayer, aged 59 ; Mr. Manasseh s. Cory, aged 21. 'At Dorchester, Mrs. Rebecca Capen, aged 37. At Charlestown, Miss Eliza Harris, aged 32. At Beverly, Mrs. Ann Thorndike, consort of Hon. Israel T. of Boston, aged 52. At Salem, Mr. Thomas Blake, aged 26. At Hingham, Migs Martha Shattuck, aged 24. At Braintree, Dr. Nathaniel Thayer, aged 24. At South Reading, Mr. Ebenezer Wiley. At West Cambridge, Mrs. Lucy B. Frost, aged 32. At Milford, Elias Clark, Esq. aged 25. At Willington, deacon Elijah Holt, aged 59.


Having seen all this world can give,
I would go hence, nor seek to live,

Beyond the present hour;
No cause can now be well assign'd,
Why thus to die, I am resign'd,

Or why my Mind doth low'r !
Ah! state the cause--make it appear;
And let the striking fact be clear !

Here, take it then, my friend,
Dame Fortune's smile I never knew,
To me she's been a very shrew,

For bread she makes me bend!
In such a world, 'tis Misery's self,
With feeling heart to want the pelf-

66 'Tis truly bad, or worse.”“ You may love Virtue, may have sense, “But if you hap to want the pence,

66 You'll find this life a curse !"

The landman longs to plough the main,

The seaman sighs for land;
Thus each doth of his lot complain,

He thinks hard fate hath planned.
A way-worn traveller lost in night

The devious path-way treads, Pursuing ignis fatuus' light,

That still from him recedes. Thus man, weak man, from stage to stage,

Life's darksome journey wends, Nor finds content, when wearied age

And death the vision ends.

I've seen a drop of morning dew

Like some fair gem serene,
That sparkled on a verdant bough,

All clad in summer green.
The rising sun absorb’d the tear,

And drank it as it shone;
The winds of winter cleft the bough,

It moulder'd and was gone.
The drop of dew is like the bloom

And morning of our span;,
The bough that wither's in the blast

Is like the life of man.

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THE LIFE OF FAITH, Exemplified and recommended in a letter found in the study of the Rev. Mr:

BLAIR, late of Donningham, Newingham, (Eng:) Being an answer to this question, “How to live in this World, so as to live in Heaven?”

Dear Brother_Your's I received, and thought on that question, “How to live in this World, so as to live in Heaven ?? This is a frequent inquiry of my heart, which I have often occasion to study, and therefore it takes me not unprovided. It is hard to keep the helm up against so many cross winds as we meet withal


the sea of fire and glass. That man knoweth not his own heart who finds it not difficult to break through the entanglements of the world. Creature-smiles stop and entice away the affections from Jesus Christ; creature frowns encompass and tempestuate the spirit, that it thinks it doth well to be angry. Both ways, grace is a loser. We had all need to watch and pray lest we enter into temptation. The greatest of your conflicts and cause of complaint seem to have their original here.—Temptations follow tempers. As there is a predominant quality in the temper of every body, so there is a predominant sin in the temper of every heart. Pride reigns in all men in the world by nature. I will tell you familiarly what God hath done formy soul, and in what trade my soul keeps towards him.

I am come to a conclusion to look after no great matters in the world, but to know Christ and him crucified. I make best way in a low gale; a high spirit and a high sail together would be dangerous, and therefore I prepare to live low; I desire not much, I pray against it; my study is my calling. So much as to tend to that without detraction I am bound to plead for; and more I desire not. By my secluded retirement I have advantage to observe, how every day's occasions insensibly wear off the heart from God and bury it in self, which they who live in care and slumber cannot be sensible of. I have learned to see the need of every hing God gives me, and to want nothing that he denies me. There is no dispensation, even though afflictive, but either in or after it I find I could not be without it. Whether the thing be taken from me, or not given to me, sooner or later God quiets me in himself without it. I cast all my concerns on the Lord, and live securely on the care and wisdom of my Heavenly Father. My ways you know are in some sense hedged up with thorns, and grow darker and darker daily ; but yet I distrust not my good God in the least, and live more quietly in the absence of all, by faith, than I should do, I am persuaded, though I possessed them. I think the Lord deals kindly with me, to make me believe for all my mercies before I have them; they will then be Isaacs, sons of laughter. The less reason hath to work upon, the more freely faith casts itself on the faithfulness of God. I find that while faith is steady, nothing can disquiet, and when faith totters nothing can establish me. If I tumble out amongst means and creatures, I am presently lost, and can come to no end; but if I stay myself on God, and leave him to work in bis own way and time, I am at rest, and can sit down and sleep in a promise when a thousand rise up against me; therefore my way is not to cast beforehand, but to work with God by the day,--sufficient to the day is the evil thereof. I find so much to do continually with my calling and my heart, that I have no time to puzzle myself with peradventures and futurities. “As for the state of the times, it very gloomy and tempestuous.--But why do the heathen rage, faith lies at anchor in the midst of the waves, and believes the accomplishment of the promise, through all those overturnings, confusions and impossibilities. Upon this God do I live, who is our God

and will be our guide even to death. Methinks I lie becalmed in his bosom, as Luther said in such a case, “I am not much concerned, let Christ see to it.” I know prophecies are now dark and the books are sealed, and men have all been deceived, and every cistern fails ; yet God doth continue faithful,—and faithful is he that hath promised, who will do it. I believe these dark times are the womb of a bright morning.

Many things I might have said, but enough. Oh! brother, keep close to God, and then you need fear nothing; maintain secret and intimate communion with God, and then a little of the creature will go a great way. Take time for prayer in private. Crowd not religion into a corner of the day. There is a Dutch proverb, “ Nothing is gained by thieving nor lost by praying." Lay up all your good in God, so as to overbalance the sweetness and bitterness of all creatures. Spend no time anxiously in fore-hand contrivances

for ever,

for this world--they never succeed; God will run his dispensations another way. Self-contrivances are the effects of unbelief.' I can speak by experience-if men would spend those hours they run out in plots and devices, in communion with God, and leave all on him by venturesome believing, they would have more peace and comfort. I leave


God and mine. The Lord Jesus be with your spirit. Pray for your own soul, pray for Jerusalem, and

pray hard for your poor brother.

with your

SUBMISSION. Will any, or will I, pretend to teach the Most High, knowledge, seeing he is excellent in working, and perfect in his ways ? Then since I cannot direct him why am I not submissive to his disposal ? Can I predict events, or foresee futurities ? No : how then should I promise myself serenity from a cloudless sky? or fear storms from an obscured heaven ? when, as to the first, the gathering meteors may suspend an unexpected umbra before the sun, and draw a liquid curtain round the sky; or, as to the second, the gathered clouds may scatter, and let the welcome beams refresh the weary world. So, Lord, as from present appearances future contingences cannot be discerned, it is my duty, and shall be my study to be WHOLLY, FULLY, and FOREVER, at thy disposal, to whom all my works, all my purposes, and all my wanderings are known from the beginning

O! how the child of God should glory in his choosing out for him the lot of his inheritance, and be content with that condition which Heaven accounts best for him, though not the grandest or greatest, not the richest or happiest; yea, not that state the most desired. I am not mine own, for I am bought with a price, and dearly paid for too (so to speak.) Would it not seem too daring in me to instruct God how to garnish the heavens, how to set the sun, station the moon, place the poles, plant the fixed stars, and guide the wandering planets ? Now, I am as much his by right (yea, in the ties of love more) and as much at his disposal, as any of these his other creatures; and if I cannot complain of his conduct with these, why quarrel at his providences toward me? But another thing which ought to encourage to submission, is, that God's way is not only equitable in itself, but profitable for his people, for the latter end of the righteous is peace ; and the end of the Lord is always gracious to his afflicted ones, who chooses in the furnace of affliction, brings light out of darkness, order out of confusion, real good out of seeming evil ; and. finally, brings through fire and water to a wealthy place.

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