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the king she was dead. The king, who never let any sentiments of humanity come too near his heart, did not much trouble himself about the matter; however,for his own reputation, he told the father that since it was known through the empire that Balsora died at a time when he designed her for his bride, it was his intention that she should be honoured as such after her death, and that her body should be laid in the Black Palace, among those of his deceased queens.

In the mean time Abdallah, who had heard of the king's design, was not less afflicted than his beloved Balsora. As for the several circumstances of his distress, as also how the king was informed of an irrecoverable distemper into which he was fallen, they are to be found at length in the history of Helim. It shall suffice to acquaint my reader, that Helim, some days after the supposed death of his daughter, gave the prince a potion of the same nature with that which had laid asleep Balsora.

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Ah! what if you was? Why I would do so and so.

No Sir, under the same circumstances, you would do just like him, or worse.

“ If I was a minister," says a well meaning parishioner, and had as little to do as most ministers have, I would study my sermons better, I would not come into the pulpit without a sermon, and have to make one as I go along ; nor would I preach one of Blair's.

“ If I was a lawyer,” says a farmer, “ I should not have the face to ask three dollars for a word of advice.” But suppose, Sir, you had spent five hundred pounds in qualifying yourself to give that advice ?

“ Neighbour such a one has a farm-he owns a large stock of cattle-but he lives wretched in his house. His wife is a drozzle, his floors are an inch thick with dirt_his tables and chairs are covered with grease. If I was he, I would put things in better order, or I'd know the reason why." Alas, poor man, wait till you have a slut for a house-keeper, and then you'll change your tone. “ If I was such a one,” says a young man,

66 I would not marry such a lady, for depend on it she will be a Xantippe. If I'was he, I am sure I could not love her.”

“ If I was a married man,” says an old bachelor,' “ I would govern my children, or I'd know the reason why. There is neighbour such an one, who suffers his children to do all manner

of mischief, and if a word of reproof is uttered, the little fellows laugh in his face.” Bachelor's children are always well governed.

What a pity that since the world is so bad, this Mr. I, who is so wise and benevolent, cannot turn into every body, and correct every bodies vices and follies-then change from every body into I again, and correct I's own vices and follies.

HOW TO TAME A SHREW. * What method shall I pursue,” said a French husband, “ to conquer the fury of my wife ? At every little trifle that crosses her humour, she frowns, frets, rages and storms, and my house seems too small to contain her. Her whole face is distorted, ber hair seems to stand erect, her eyes dart flashes of lightning, and her cheeks look like two red-hot balls, while words as pointed as needles and as sharp as razors issue from her expanded mouth. In short, she is a perfect Medusa, and petrifies me with horror to behold her

“One method I will try to reclaim her. She has a great idea of her own beauty : I will take her to the looking-glass; and if the view of her own hideous physiognomy does not restore her to a state of reason and tranquility, the case is desperate : I must send her to an hospital of lunatics, and shall not be surprised to hear her pronounced incurable."


THERE are few topics on which the scourge of wit may be more fairly exercised, than on the flattery and misrepresentation too often diffused over vast surfaces of sepulchral marble in compliment to the dead. Dr. Friend was an epitaph writer of very prolix, but indeed elegent sentences in Latin. The following neat epigram was addressed to him :

“ Friend, in your epitaphs I'm grievid

So very much is said ;
One half will never be believid,

The other never read."


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A Lady who made pretensions to the most refined feelings, went to her butcher to remonstrate with him on his cruel practices. “ How," said she, “ can you be so barbarous, as to put innocent little lambs to death?” “Why not ! madam,” said the butcher ; you would not eat them alive, would you ?

Dean Swift travelling in Ireland called at the house of a friend. The lady of the mansion rejoiced to have so distinguished a guest, ran up to him, and teased him with a number of questions, what he would like to have for dinner. “Will you have an applepie, Sir ? will you have a goosebury-pie, Sir ? will you have a cherry-pie, Sir; will you have a pigeon-pie, Sir ??? 5 Any pie, madam," replied the fatigued dean, “ but a magpie.

Sterne, who used his wife very ill, was one day talking to Garrick, in a fine sentimental manner, in praise of conjugal love

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and fidelity. " The husband,” said Sterne, 6 who behaves unkindly to his wife, deserves to have his hoúse burnt over his head." “ If you think so," said Garrick, “ I hope your house is insured."

fellow in Marshall Saxe's army was going to be hanged for stealing a crown ; Saxe asked him how he could riske his life for such a trifle ? “ As to that,” said he, “ I have long exposed it every day, boldly, Sir, for two-pence-half-penny."

This speech recalled to Şaxe's memory his bravery and wretched situation so forcibly, that he gave him his pardon.

The daughter of Themistocles had two lovers, the one a coxcomb, the other an honest man. The first was rich, the second poor. He took the honest man for his son-in-law ; for I had rather, said he, have a man that wants wealth, than wealth that wants a man.

An Athenian who was deficient in eloquence, but very brave, when one of his competitors in a long and flowery speech made great professions of what he would do, arose and said, “ Men of Athens ! all that he has promised, I will perform.”

A Frenchman who pretended he had very acute sight, said to a friend, as he was walking upon the Boulevards at Paris ; Look, don't you see that mouse that is running along upon the top of Monmartre, about two miles off? “ No," said the friend, “I can't see it-but hark! I hear it scratching : cannot you ?"

Diogenes being asked the biting of which beast was the most dangerous ? answered, “ If you mean wild beasts, 'tis the slanderer's, if tame ones, the fatterer's."

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HYMENIAL AND OBITUARY. MARRIED]-In this town, Mr. John Tates to Miss Eliza Tufts of Billerica: Capt. Ira Brown to Miss Mary J. Willis : Mr. Benj Jepson to Miss Jane M. Mulholland : Mr. Francis Arthur Blake, son of the late Hon. Francis B. of Worcester, to Miss Elizabeth Dawes, daughter of Hon. Thomas D. of Boston: Mr Joseph Adams, mer. to Miss Vary Holmes Crane ; Mr. Consider Glasse, of Duxbury, to Miss Sally Goodridge, of Lunenburg, Ms.

In Cambridgeport, Mr. Stephen Hill, of Boston, to Miss Amittai Bacon Lane, of Bedford. In Charlestown, Mr. John S. Gruber to Miss Ann R. Roger. In Arundel, Col. Simon Nowell to Miss Clarissa Towne. In Cornish, Me. Benj. Bucknall, Esq. to Miss Eliza, daughter of Noah Jewitt, Esq.

DIED)-In this town, Mrs. Mary, wife of Charles Willis, aged 42: Mrs Mary Beath, aged 45: Vrs Christiana Hardwick, aged 86-a very worthy Jady In Cambridge, Miss Abigail Dickson, aged 68. In Charlestown, Capt. Jona. Hilyard, aged 32, formerly of Camden, Me. In Salem, Capt. Simon Forrester. In East-Sudbury, Mr. isaac Cumings, aged 75. In Cohasset, Capt. Elijah Nickerson, aged 38. Ai Nonamset sland, Wood's Hole, Mr. Paul Robinson, aged 8. in Marlborough, widow Lucy Weeks, aged 65. In W. Springfield, Justin Ely, Esq. aged 78; Miss Fanny Dean, aged 27. 'In Amesbury, Mr Caleb Wild, son of Dea. Daniel W. of this town, aged 30. In Prince. ton, ?s. Mr. Edward Savage, aged 56. proprietor of the New York Museum, lately exhibited in this town, and an eminent painter and engraver. In Ban bgor. Me. Mr. Abiel W. Hatch, aged 20. In Mt. Vernon, Me. Mrs. Margaret

Stearns, formerly of Cohasset, Ms. and wife of Dr. Thomas S.



BY DR. DODDRIDGE. Attend, my soul, the early birds inspire My grov'ling soul with pure celestial fire; They from their temp?rate sleep awake, and pay Their thankful anthems for the new born day. See how the tuneful lark is mounted high, And, poet-like, salutes the eastern sky! He warbles thro’ the fragrant air his lays, And seems the beauties of the morn to praise. But man, more void of gratitude, awakes, And gives no thanks for the sweet rest he takes; Looks on the glorious sun's new kindled flame, Without one thought of Him from whom it came ! The wretch unhallow'd, does his day begin, Shakes, off his sleep, but shakes not off his sin.

BEAUTY, a pleasant, fading flow'r,

Time withers as it goes ;
But virtue is a lasting bow'r

Of peace and sweet repose.
Then let us seek such tranquil rest

As virtue will impart;
Which vice nor folly can molest,

Nor envy's poison'd dart :
And in some lone sequester'd spot,

To meditation giv'n,
Reside within an humble cot,

And there prepare for heav'n :
That when arrives the dread address

That bids us mount the sky,
We may obey with cheerfulness,

And soar to God on high.

Men are like ships upon the main,

Exposed to ev'ry gale ;
Each passion is a fatal blast,

That tears away a sail.
Each pleasure is a latent rock,

And life a stormy sea;
But whilst our reason holds the helm,

We ride from perils free.
Yet, oft, alas ! our pilot sleeps,

Or leaves his place to pride';
And then the vessel drives ashore,

Before the foaming tide.

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(Continued from puge 49.) A THIRD preliminary, a compliance with which is necessary to his profiting by our answer to his question, and which we must urge upon the querist, previous to that answer, is, that he either has, or is, resolved to renounce all vicious passions and affections, and make the inquiry with an honest desire of knowing the truth, that he may embrace it, and regulate his temper and conduct agreeable to it. This is a condition which the great Author of Christianity has every where represented as necessary in order to our discerning and receiving the truths of his gospel, to any valuable purpose. This he inculcates by the impressive metaphor of the single or healthful, the evil or diseased eye. For as the organ of vision can only view objects in their just shape and colours, when in a sound and healthy state, so the understanding can only discern and judge correctly of religious truth, when free from those vicious passions which are the disease of the soul, and injure and destroy our mental, as the disease of the eye does our natural sight.- This is taught more plainly in the parable of the sower and the seed. None but the good and honest heart receives the seed, or the truths of the gospel with advantage, or so as to bring forth fruit unto eternal life. We might multiply passages to the same purpose, both from the Evangelist, and from other parts of the New Testament. But the following explicit declaration of our Saviour, renders any thing further needless; and is, in fact, a full, though concise answer to the question before us :- “ If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself;"which completely establishes the following general and interesting truth, viz.-That a proper sense of, and compliance with

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