Serenely purest of her sex that live.

But wanting one sweet weakness-to forgive,
Too shock'd at faults her soul can never know,
She deems that all could be like her below;
Foe to all vice, yet hardly Virtue's friend,
For virtue pardons those she would amend.

But to the theme:-now laid aside too long
The baleful burthen of this honest song-
Though all her former functions are no more,
She rules the circle which she served before,
If mothers-none know-why- before her quake;
If daugters dread her for the mothers' sake;
If early habits-those false links, which bind
At times the loftiest to the meanest mind-
Have given her power too deeply to instil
The angry essence of her deadly will;
If like a snake she steal within your walls,
Till the black slime betray her as she crawls
If like a viper to the heart she wind,

And leave the venom there she did not find;
What marvel that this hag of hatred works
Eternal evil latent as she lurks,

To make a Pandemonium where she dwells,
And reign the Hecate of domestic hells?
Skill'd by a touch to deepen scandal's tints
With all the kind mendacity of hints

While mingling truth with falsehood--sneers with smiles

A thread of candour with a web of wiles;

A plain blunt show of briefly-spoken seeming,

To hide her bloodless heart's soul-harden'd schem

ing.

A lip of lies--a face form'd to conceal;
And without feeling, mock at all who feel:
With a vile mark the Gorgon would disown;
A cheek of parchment-and an eye of stone.
Mark, how the channels of her yellow blood
Ooze to her skin, and stagnate there to mud.
Cased like the Centipede in saffron mail,
Or darker greenness of the Scorpion's scale--
(For drawn from reptiles only may we trace
Congenial colors in that soul or face)--
Look on her features and behold her mind
As in a mirror of itself defined;

Look on the picture! deem it not o'er charged-
There is no trait which might not be enlarged:
Yet true to "nature's journeymen," who made
This monster when their mistress left off trade,—
This female dog-star of her little sky,
Where all beneath her influence droop or die.

Oh! wretch without a tear-without a thought,
Save joy above the ruin thou hast wrought-
The time shall come, nor long remote when thou
Shalt feel far more than thou inflicteth now;
Feel for thy vile self-loving self in vain,
And turn thee howling in unpitied pain.

May the strong curse of crush'd affections light
Back in thy bosom with reflected blight!
And make thee in thy leprosy of mind
As loathsome to thyself as to mankind!
Till all thy self-thoughts curdle into hate,
Black-as thy will for others would create:
Till thy hard heart be calcined into dust,
And thy soul welter in its hideous crust.

Oh! may the grave be sleepless as the bed-
The widow'd couch of fire, that thou hast spread.
Then when thou fain wouldst weary heaven with
prayer,

Look on thy earthly victims-and dispair.
Down to the dust! and as thou rott'st away,
Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay.
But for the love I bore, and still must bear,
To her, thy malice, from all ties would tear-
Thy name-thy human name-to every eye
The climax of all scorn should hang on high,
Exalted o'er thy less abhor'd compeers-
And festering in the infamy of years.

RECCOMMENDED TO BE READ IN THE CHURCH AT

THE

WOONSOCKET FALLS.

DECALOGUE.

They prefer darkness rather than light, because their deeds are evil.”

1. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.

2. Remember the Sabbath-day to keep it holy.

3. Six days shalt thou labor and do all thy work:

4. But the seventh-day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man-servant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor the stranger that is within. thy gate.

5. Honor thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.

6. Thou shalt not kill.

7. Thou shalt not commit adultery.

8. Thou shalt not steal.

9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.

10. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maid-servant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's.

"If ye love me, keep my commandments."

TO WHICH IS ADDED THE PATER NOSTER.

Pater Noster, qui es in Cœlis: Sanctificetur nomen tuum: Adveniat regnum tuum: Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in cœlo, et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie: Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris: et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. AMEN.

WOONSOCKET-THE ROME OF AMERICA;

"And room enough"-for Civilization-Intelligence, and Refinement.

WOONSOCKET is in size, an overgrown factory village, containing about 2500 inhabitants-situated on the romantic Blackstone river;-its location on this earth has been accidental; without order or design, and unpremeditated. Its birth, from every probable appearance, has been caused by some accidental convulsion of nature— indeed, rather an abortion, baffling even the indefatigable researches of the most profound naturalists, geologists and geographers. To the most careless observer, there is evidently not that display of supernatural power, characteristic of Divine wisdom, visible in other parts of the works of creation. It certainly has not the appearance of Canaan, the promised land, as described by, the sacred writers, abounding with milk and honey, though many Jews may be found here; extremely rough, sandy, barren and unproductive as the great desert of Sahara; the author of nature has, however, on finding it, fitted the inhabitants, like the merciless Arabs, to the soil in its chaotic state; being like the latter, devoid of all the common social feelings of humanity, and every thing which renders life amiable; and like them, not only preying on one another, but when a favorable opportunity presents itself, committing depredations on the unsuspecting traveller: sunk in the lowest state of barbarity and mental degradation, like the Irish Peasantry, Russian Boors, or the reptile-devouring Hottentots,