and are insensible to the calamities of others. They who fondly imagine themselves beloved, and attribute the attendances given to them to their own merit, are much mistaken. Those very persons, that are so officious, and express so disinterested a zeal, will sacrifice them to the first gust of fortune, that blows from another quarter. This is the frame and composition of mankind, and he mistakes them who judges otherwise. They love them selves preferably to all the world; and if they love any thing besides, it is only because it is subservient to their own interest.

THE EYE.

WONDERFUL is the eye! all the feelings of the soul display themselves in its magic sphere. It is the throne of love; there passion is read in all the purity of nature's language; there the lover learns his doom; nor are words wanted to explain it. It is an index of all that works within us ;-if wit flows from the tongue, the eye gives energy to its meaning; if pleasure fills the heart, the eye gleams with rapture; if sorrow'sets her seal upon man, the eye pours forth its lucid tear, and tells a tale of woe unutterable; if anger fires, the eye flashes forth vengeance; if pity moves, the eye still records the genuine feeling of the soul, Wonderful then is the eye!

THE AUTUMNAL MORNING.

ALREADY had the sun's rays gilded the summit of the mountains, and proclaimed the approach of the fairest of autumnal days, when MILON placed himself at his window. The sun then shone through the branches of the vine, whose verdure, mix'd with purple and aurora, formed over the window a shady arbour, that lightly waved to the morning's gentle gale. The sky was serene;

a sea of vapours cover'd the valley. The highest hills, crown'd with smoking cottages, and, with the party colour'd garb of autumn, rose like islands, by the power of the sun's rays, out of the bosom of that sea. The trees, loaded with ripening fruits, presented to the eye a striking mixture of a thousand shades of gold and purple, with some remains of verdure. MILON, in sweet ecstacy, suffer'd his sight to wander through the vast extent. Sometimes he heard far off, sometimes more near, the joyous bleating of the sheep, the flutes of the shepherds, and the warblings of the birds, that by turns pursued each other on the floating gales, or died away in the vapours of the valley. Plunged in a profound contemplation, for

a long time he stood motionless; then, fir'd with a sudden transport of divine enthusiasm, he siez'd his lyre, that hung against the wall, and thus he sung :

"Grant, O grant me, gods! the power to express my transports and my gratitude, in hymns worthy of you! Full-blown nature now shines forth in all her charms; her riches she profusely pours around; mirth and festivity reigns throughout the plains. The prosperous year smiles in our vines and orchards. How beautiful appears this vast campaign! How delightful the variegated dress of autumn!

"Happy the man whose heart feels no remorse who, with his lot contented, frequently enjoys the delight of doing good. The serenity of the morning invites him to new joy: his days are full of happiness; and night finds him in the arms of the sweetest slumbers his mind is forever open to the impressions of pleasure! The various beauties of the seasons enchant him; and he alone enjoys all the bounties of nature.

"But doubly bless'd is he who shares his happiness with a companion form'd by virtue and the graces: with one like thee, my belov'd DAPHNE. Since HYMEN has united our destinies, there is no felicity that is so delightful to me. Yes, since HYMEN has united our destinies, they are like the concord of two flutes, whose pure and sweet accents repeat the same air. Whoever hears them is penetrated with joy. Did my eyes ever express a desire that thou didst not accomplish? Have I ever tasted any happiness that thou didst not augment? Did any care ever pursue me to thy arms, that thou didst not dispel, as the vernal sun dispels the fogs? Yes, my spouse, the day that I conducted thee to my cottage, I saw all the joys of life attend thy train, and join themselves to our household gods, there for ever to remain. Domestic order and elegance, fortitude and joy, preside over all our labours, and the gods vouchsafe to bless thy undertakings.

"Since thou hast been the felicity of my heart, since thou hast been mine, O DAPHNE! all that surrounds me is become more pleas ing to my sight; prosperity has rested on my cottage, and dwells among my flocks, my plantations, and my harvests. Each day's labour is a new pleasure, and when I return, fatigued, to this peaceful roof, how delightfully am I solaced by thy tender assiduity! Spring now appears more joyous, summer and autumn more rich; and, when winter covers our habitation with its hoary frost, then, before the glowing fire, seated by thy side, I enjoy, in the midst of the most tender cares and pleasing converse the delicous pleasures

of domestic tranquility. Let the north wind rage, and let storms of snow hide the face of all the country from my view-shut up with thee, my DAPHNE! I feel, I more sensibly feel, that thou art all to me and you, my lovely infants! crown my felicity; adorned with all the graces of your mother, you are to us an earnest of heaven's unbounded favours. The first words that DAPHNE taught you to lisp, was-that you loved me: health and gaiety smile in all your features, and sweet complacency shines already in your eyes: you are the joy of our youth,and your prosperity will be the comfort of our latter days. When returning from the labours of the field, or from guarding my flocks, you meet me at the cottage-door with cries of joy; when, hanging on my knees, you receive, with the transports of innocence, the trifling presents of fruits that I have gathered, or the little instruments that I have made, while tending my flocks, to form your hands, as yet too feeble, to culture the garden, or the field: gods! how does the sweet simplicity of your joys delight me !—In my transport, O DAPHNE, I rush to thy arms, that are open to embrace me; then, with what an enchanting grace. you kiss away the tears of joy that flows from my eyes!"

While he thus sung, DAPHNE entered, holding in each arm an infant, more beautiful than LOVE himself. The morning, bathed in resplendent dew, is not so charming as was DAPHNE, while tears of joy ran down her cheek.-O, my love! she sighing said, how happy am I ! We are come-O we are come, to thank thee for thy tender love. At these words, he clasp'd the lovely infants and their mother in his arms: lost in delight, they could not speak. Ah, he who at that instant had seen them, must sure have felt, at the bottom of his heart, that the virtuous man alone is happy.

FRIENDSHIP.

No blessing of life is any way comparable to the enjoyment of a discreet and virtuous friend; it eases and unloads the mind, clears and improves the understanding, engenders thought and knowledge, animates virtue and good resolutions, soothes and allays the passions, and finds employment for most of the vacant hours of life.

Conversation. The brightness of the sky, the lengthening of the days, the increasing verdure of the spring, the arrival of any little piece of good news, or whatever carries with it the most distant glimpse of joy, is frequently the parent of a social and happy conversation.

Discretion has large and extended views; and like a well formed eye, commands a whole horizon; cunning is a kind of short

sightedness, that discover the minutest objects, which are near at hand, but is not able to discern things at a distance.

Deference is the most complicate, the most indirect, and most elegant of all compliments; for it often shrinks and withers as much upon the approach of intimacy, as the sensitive plant does upon the touch of one's finger.

Women are not only formed for retirement, but they know how to yield to circumstances with more grace, to submit to adversity with more composure, than their turbulent coadjutors. Women are timid, yet they resist despair; they shun all active contest, but their fortitude, though passive, is steady. Sudden danger appals them; but sufferings, privations, disappointments, sorrow, Women can bear all these and even display greatness of mind in bearing them, whilst men sink under such tame calamities, and degenerate into helpless and peevish ropiners.

Employment is the guardian of female innocence: do not allow women time to be idle: let them be the first dressed and the last undressed all the year round.

He, whose soul reposes on his firm trust in God, like the halcyon that builds on the waves, if storms arise, may be tossed, but not endangered. Or, grant the worst, those tumultuous billows that devour others, rock him to rest eternal.

"A man with an enlightened mind," says Helvetius, " with whatever aldress he may conceal his character, can never so exactly resemble a fool as a fool resembles himself."

If our tempers be soured by ill-humour, we should endeavour to create a diversion of the mind by reading with some fixed and particular design; and it is impossible to read without deriving some advantage, provided we have a pen or pencil ready to mark the new ideas as they occur, or the observations which illustrate and confirm those we already possess; for unless we apply what we learn to our own dispositions, or the characters of other men, study of every kind soon becomes fatiguing exercise, however, will easily lead to this habit, and then reading is perhaps one of the most sure and certain remedies against lassitude and discontent.

AMUSEMENT.

A SAILOR who had been many years absent from his mother, who lived in an inland country, returned to his native village, after a variety of voyages to different parts of the globe, and was heartily welcomed home by the good old woman, who had long considered him as lost. Soon after his arrival, the old lady became inquisitive and desirous to learn what strange things her son John had seen upon the mighty deep. Amongst a variety of things that Jack recollected, he mentioned his having seen flying fish. Stop, Johnny,' says his mother, don't try to impose such monstrous impossibilities upon me, child; for, in good truth, I could as soon believe

you had seen flying cows; for cows you know John, can live out of water. Therefore tell me honestly, what you have seen in reality, but no more falsehoods, Johnny.'

Jack felt himself affronted; and turning his quid about, when pressed for more curious information, he said, prefacing it with an oath, Mayhap, mother, you won't believe me, when I tell you, that, casting our anchor once in the Red Sea, it was with difficulty we hove it up again; which was occasioned, do you see, mother, by a large wheel hanging on one of the flukes of the anchor. It appeared a strange old Grecian to look at; so we hoisted it in, and our captain, do ye mind me, being a scholar, overhauled him, and discovered it was one of Pharioh's chariot-wheels, when he was capsized in the Red Sea.' This suited the meridian of the old lady's understanding; Ay, ay, Johnny,' cried she, 'I can believe this, for we read of it in the Bible; but never talk to me of flying fish.'

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Under a despotical government there is no true liberty, and but nominally, any gradation of rank. All men are slaves. I have somewhere read, that, at the court of Paul of Russia, two lords came in, one of whom began to converse very familiarly with a shoe-black, whom he saw employed in his office. The other asked him afterwards, how he came to talk in that manner with such a fellow ? Such a fellow!' rejoined the other. Nay, there is policy in it; for who knows but to-morrow I may be obliged to black his shoes?"

A gentleman was lately inquiring for a young lady of his acquaintance. "She is dead," very gravely replied the person to whom he addressed his inquiries. "Good God! I never heard of it-What was her disease ?"-Vanity returned the other. buried herself alive in the arms of an old fellow of seventy, with a great fortune, in order to have the satisfaction of a gilded tomb."

HYMENEAL AND OBITUARY.

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MARRIED.]—In this town, Capt. James N. Staples, to Mrs. Sarah Ann Harris: Mr. Ebenezer Billings, jun. to Miss Mary D. Jeans. In Springfield, Rev. Horatio Lombard, to Miss Lucretia Chapin.

DIED.]-In this town, Miss Elizabeth Gale aged 78: Mr. Samuel Goddard aged 68: Mr. Joseph Blake, aged 77: Hon. Benjamin Hichborn, aged 72: Capt. Nathaniel Thayer, aged 69: Mrs. Hannah, consort of Mr. Benjamin Parker, aged 31: Mr. Jacob Williams, aged 42: Samuel, son of Mr. Samuel Guild, aged 3 years: Joseph Clark Hartt, aged 23 months, son of Capt. Joseph Hartt. In Charlestown, widow Susannah Hill, aged 80: John Augustus, only child of Mr. John Hord, aged 7 months: William Sylvester, son of Mr. Ebenezer Sole, aged 14 months. In Roxbury, James Peabody, son of Mr. Joseph Moore, aged 14 months. In Bridgeton, Lieut. Elkanah Andrews. In Savannah, Mr. Peleg Sprague, of Boston, aged 28.