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for the wise do not reckon that time which has been lost in folly and the cares of the world; I therefore consider that to be my real age which has been past in serving the Deity, and discharging my duty to society." The Emperor, st.uck with the singularity of the remark, observed, "Thou caust not hope to see the trees thou art planting come to perfec"True," answered the sage; "but since others have planted that we might eat, it is right that we should plant for the benefit

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cruelty, the Inquisitors commanded her nose to be cut off, two hours before the horrid execution, that her affecting figure might no longer interest the spectators in her fate.

Mercier, who published this shocking fact, in Paris, in the year 1783, says: "This fact was told me by an eye-witness. Readers, weigh the epocha."

TWELVE SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC.-The Japanese give the following names to the twelve of others " "Excellent!" exclaimed the Em- signs of the Zodiac, and the twelve hours of peror, upon which, as was the custom when the day. The first they call the rat; the ever any one was honoured with the applause second, the cow; the third, the tiger; the of the sovereign, a purse bearer presented the fourth, the hare; the fifth, the dragon; the old man with a thousand pieces of gold. On sixth, the serpent; the seventh, the horse; the receiving them, the shrewd peasant made a eighth, the sheep; the ninth, the ape; the low obedience, and added, “O king, other tenth, the cock; the eleventh, the dog; aud men's trees come to perfection in the space of the twelfth, the boar. The Emperor, who was forty years, but mine have produced fruit as on the throne when Kampfer was in Japan, soon as they were planted."- Bravo," said was born under the eleventh sign, or the dog, the monarch; and a second purse of gold was consequently he had a great fondness for that presented, when the old man exclaimed, "The animal. According to an edict published by trees of others bear fruit only once a year, but this prince, all the dogs that died within his mine have yielded two crops in one day.". dominions were to be carried to the top of a "Delightful!" replied the Emperor; and a mountain, and to be interred there with great third purse of gold was given after which, funeral pomp. A poor man, who was carrying putting spurs to his horse, the monarch rehis dog to the appointed spot, finding the body treated, saying, "Reverend father, I dare not heavy, and the way long, began to murmur stay longer, lest thy wit should exhaust my against the order of bis sovereign, upon which treasury."

a neighbour, who accompanied him, observed with much propriety, that instead of complaining, he ought, ou the contrary, to thank the gods, who in their wisdom had decreed that the emperor should not be born under the sign of the horse; "for," said be, "a horse would have been a much more disagreeable burthen than a dog."

QUEEN CAROLINE, consort of George the Second, was remarkable for having the largest feet of any female in the kingdom. One morn. ing, as her majesty was walking on the banks of the river near Richmond, attended only by one lady, venturing too far on the sand, from which the water had recently ebbed, she sunk in up to her ankles, and in endeavouring to ISLANDS PRODUCED BY INSECTS.-The extricate herself, lost one of her galloches; at whole, groupe of the Thousand Islands, in the that instant, the lady observing a waterman neighbourhood of the equator owe their origin rowing by, requested he would land, and re. to the labour of that order of marine worms cover the queen's slipper. The request was which Linnæus has arranged under the name instantly complied with, and whilst the son of of Zoophyta. These little animals, in a most Old Thames was, with evident marks of assurprising manner, construct their calcareous tonishment in his countenance, examining its habitations, under an infinite variety of forms, extraordinary size, turning to her Majesty, he but although the eye may be convinced of the inquired if that was her slipper? On being fact, it is difficult for the human mind to conanswered in the affirmative, he bluntly replied,ceive the possibility of insects so small being "Then, I am out of my reckoning, for I mistook it for a child's cradle."

THE INQUISITION -On the 7th of November, 1781, at Seville in Spain, a woman was burnt who was accused of an intercourse with

the devil. St. Cyprian and St. Augustin have, notwithstanding, positively asserted that the thing was impossible. This poor creature was young and handsome. By a refinement in

endued with the power, much less being furnished in their own bodies with the materials for constructing the immense fabrics which, in almost every part of the East and Pacific Oceans lying between the tropics, are met with in the shape of detached rocks, or reefs of great extent, or islands already clothed with plants, whose bases are fixed at the bottom of the sea, where light and heat are sparingly received.

POETRY.

ORIGINAL AND SELECT.

THE NEGRO SLAVE'S COMPLAINT. "FLEECY locks and black complexion, "Cannot alter Nature's claim; "Skins may differ-but affection

"Dwells in black and white the same." COWPER.

WHEN I reflect on that distressing day, When to my country's shores I hade adieu; No balm, I find, my sorrows to allay,

Or stop the tears which then iny cheeks bedew.

The sun, just peeping o'er the hills, had rose, The rosy-finger'd morn 1 hail'd with joy; Ah little thought I, c'er that day should close, [stroy.

What scenes of anguish would my bliss de

Scarce had I reach'd my little cottage door,
My family just risen from their bed,
When Christian ruffians, unrelenting, tore
My wife and infant from the lowly shed.
Scarce had I time for other help to cry;

When I myself was rudely seiz'd and bound; My wife and infant taken from my eye,

And in the ruffians' yell their cries were drown'd.

No! they allow'd me not one last embrace,
But cruel tore me far-O far, away!
Allow'd me not to kiss my children's face,
Nor to my wife one last sad word to say.

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The wailings of my wife and children dear;
But not our groans, our pray'rs, our heaving
sighs,

Could melt the ruffians' hearts or force a tear.

With agony untold I bade adieu

To that lov'd scene, where blithsome once

and gay,

A happy day, I brush'd the pearly dew,
As o'er the lawn I trod at break of day.
Tis there, beneath the turf my mother lies—
Oft have I dress'd with flow'rs her grassy
tomb-

That spot must ne'er again rejoice mine eyes,
Where, ah! in vain for me, the roses bloom.
My father too! ah, trembling I relate;

Him feebly sinking fast in life's decline; How will be bear to hear my wretched fate, To think what woes and agonies are mine. No. XVI. Vol. III.-N. S.

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No wife, no infant, and no faithful friend,

To soothe my sorrows, and to end my woe; No human creature will my tears attend, Which to the sea in briny torrents flow.

But there's a Pow'r who dwells above the sky,

Who sees with pity, although men disdain; He sees from his fair Paradise on high,

The woes I suffer from a tyrant's chain.

And when death sets me free from all my woes,

He'll let me see my wife and children dear ; No care shall enter on my soft repose, No cruel tyrant force the briny tear.

THE ROSES.

N. N. T.

ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND, ON THE BIRTH OF HIS FIRST CHILD.

From, Montgomery's "West Indian and other
Poems."

Two Roses on one slender spray,
In sweet communion grew,
Together, hail'd the morning ray,,

And drank the evening dew;
While sweetly wreath'd, in mossy green,
There sprang a little bud between.

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Through clouds, and sunshine, storms and showers,

They opened into bloom,

Mingling their foliage and their flowers,
Their beauty and perfume;
While foster'd on its rising stem,
The bud became a purple gem.

But soon their summer splendour pass'd,
They faded in the wind;

Yet were these Roses to the last,

The loveliest of their kind,
Whose crimson leaves, in falling round,
Adorn'd and sanctified the ground.
When thus were all their honours shorn,
The bud unfolding rose,

And blush'd and brighten'd, as the morn
From dawn to sunrise glows,
Till o'er each parent's drooping head,
The daughter's growing glory spread.
My Friends! in youth's romantic prime,
The golden age of man,
Like these twin Roses spend your time,
Life's little less'ning span

Then be your breasts as free from cares,
Your hours as innocent as their's.

And in the infant bud that blows

In your encircling arms,
Mark the dear promise of a rose,

The pledge of future charms,

That o'er your withering hours shall shine,
Fair, and more fair, as you decline.

Till planted in that realm of rest,
Where Roses never die,
Amidst the gardens of the blest,

Beneath a stormless sky,
You flower afresh like Aaron's rod,
That blossom'd at the sight of God.

THE RESOLVE.

BY WALTER SCOTT.

My wayward fate I still must plain,
Though bootless be the theme;
I loved, and was beloved again,

Yet all was but a dream;
For, as her love was quickly got,

So it was quickly gone;

No more I'll bask in flame so hot,

But coldly dwell alone.

Not maid more bright than maid was e'er

My fancy shall beguile,

By flattering word, or feigned tear,

By gesture, look, or smile;

No more I'll call the shaft fair shot,
Till it has fairly flown,

Nor scorch me at a flame so hot;-
I'll rather freeze alone.

Each ambush'd Cupid I'll defy, .

In cheek, or chin, or brow,
And deem the glance of woman's eye,
As weak as woman's vow;
I'll lightly hold the lady's heart,
That is but lightly won;

I'll steel my breast to beauty's art,
And learn to live alone.

The flaunting torch soon blazes out,
The diamond's ray abides,
The flame its glory hurls about,

The gem its lustre hides;
Such gem I fondly deem'd was mine,
And glow'd a diamond stone;
But since each eye may see it shine,
I'll darkly dwell alone.

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No waking dreams shall tinge my thought
With dyes so bright and vain ;
No silken net so slightly wrought,

Shall tangle me again;

No more I'll pay so dear for wit,

I'll live upon my own;
Nor shall wild passion trouble it,
I'd rather dwell alone.

And thus I'll hush my heart to rest:
"Thy loving labour's lost;
"Thou shalt no more be wildly blest,
"To be so strangly cross'd;
"The widow'd turtles mateless die,
"The Phoenix is but one;

"They seek no loves-no more will I-
"I'll rather dwell alone."

TO SLEEP AND MUSIC. Go, Sleep, descend and soothe my woes, Come thou thy opium balm dispense; Aid me my weary eyes to close,

And lull my aching powers of sense.

Hence thou dull God! thy help is vain,

For still keen anguish tears my breast; Thou hast not art to soothe my pain,

Whilst troubled dreams deny me rest.

Then Music hear me, heavenly maid;
And grant a wretched suppliant's prayer,

For at thy sounds divine 'tis said,
Corroding sorrow Aies-and care.

Once, once again, that heavenly strain,
That soft delicious air renew;

'Tis thou can'st ease my bosom's pain!
Thou only can t my grief subdue.

RICHARD SECUNDUS.

BANNOCKBURN.

WIDE on Bannock's heathy wold
Scotland's deathful banner's roll'd,

And spread their wings of sparkled gold
To the purp'ling east.

Freedom beam'd in every eye,
Devotion breath'd in every sigh,
Death or Freedom! was the cry;

Valour steel'd each breast.
Charging then the coursers sprang,
Sword and helmet crashing rang;
Steel-clad warriors' mixing clang

Echoed round the field. Deathful see their eye-balls glare; See the nerves of battle bare; Arrowy tempests cloud the air,

And glance from every shield. Hark' the bowmen's quivering strings Death on grey goose piuions springs; Deep they dip their dappled wings, Drunk in heroes' gore!

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Lo! Edward, springing from the rear,
Waves his Caledonian spear:
Ruin with him hovers near,

And sweeps them from the shore! See the backward striding foe! Streamlets deeper redd'ning flow! Valleys carnage cover'd glow!

Tyrants and the free!

Darker yet the scene appears;
Mixing groves of flaming spears ;
Hark! a voice exulting rears—

Bruce has victory!
Strike the Caledonian lyre!
Mix the shouts with notes of fire!
Hark; the strains to Heaven aspire-

Bruce has victory!

Give to th' world, O Bard, their praise! Crown them with fair Freedom's bays! Sing them in eternal lays,

Who saved their country!

RETIREMENT.

SWEET ev'ning star, whose placid ray
With soft sensations moves my heart,
Indulge thy vot'ry's pensive lay,

O hear a song devoid of art!

Hush'd are the woods, the groves, the vales, A sacred stillness breathes o'er all, While soft o'er hills and dewy dales

The mellow beams of moonlight fall.

* Edward Bruce, at that memorable battle decided the fate of Scotland, by attacking the English bowmen in the rear.

Calm'd are my thoughts, no wild'ring woes Within my tranquil bosom rage;

Might I enjoy such sweet repose,

From life's gay morn to closing age.

No fame I wish, no wealth require,

No sigh for grandeur heaves my breast; Retirement's shade my sole desire,

My only wish domestic rest.
Do they who climb ambition's height,
Who eager grasp at scepter'd power,
Feel that still flow of fix'd delight
That soothes the swain's unruffled hour?
Safe in life's vale from harsh alarms,
He turns to bliss whate'er he sees;
Him, Nature's sweetly simple charms,
And all her varying scenes can please.
On some sequester'd village green,
Where peace and innocence reside,
O may I, by the world unseen,
In deepest solitude abide.

O may my life there steal away
Without a sorrow or a fear;
And from my house if e'er I stray,

May all I see that home endear!
When death shall close my wearied eyes,
And friends around my bed shall weep,
May I ('tis all I then shall prize)

Beneath the hallow'd church-yard sleep! And may the morn my lonesome grave

Gem with the sparkling dews of heav'u; And may the breeze the green grass wave, And o'er it beam the sun of even!

And nought be heard near my low cell,

Save village sounds at day-light's close: Then may the softly pensive bell,

Sooth, sweetly sooth, my last repose!
DOBANUS.

DIRGE.

BLEST is the turf, serenely blest,
Where throbbing hearts may sink to rest;
Where life's long journey turns to sleep,
Nor ever pilgrim wakes to weep.

A little sod,-a few sad flowers,
A tear for long departed hours,
Is all that feeling hearts request,
To hush their weary thoughts to rest.

There shall no vain ambition come,
To lure them from their quiet home;
Nor sorrow left, with heart strings riven,
The meek, imploring eye to heaven;
Nor sad remembrance stoop te shed
His wrinkles on the slumberer's head;
And never, never, love repair
To breathe his idly whispers there.

FASHIONS

FOR

MARCH, 1811.

EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF FASHION.

ENGLISH COSTUME.

No 1.-EVENING FULL DRESS.

A gown of plain white India muslin, made loose in the neck, with long sleeves, and short train trimmed with a fancy border of stamped leaves in satin. A white satin cap, ornamented with crimson or morone coloured flossed silk trimming. A short Persian scarf of morone coloured silk, with rich border and tassels, is fancifully worn over the shoulders. Amber necklace and earrings. Hair in full curls, divided rather towards the left side. Gloves and shoes of white or morone kid.

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No. 2.-MORNING CARRIAGE DRESS. A bias corded muslin dress, a walking length, with long sleeves, made high in the neck, with collar; buttoned down the front of the waist with narrow lilac satin ribband. Sash tied in a bow in front; a border of plain muslin, or lace, round the bottom. A square of lilac satin, with richly embroidered border in white silk, and tassels to correspond, is thrown over the shoulders in the form of a shawl, and is cut down the back to give it a more easy and graceful appearance about the figure. A simple white chip hat, tied round the crown in a bow in front of lilac satin ribband. The hair in full curls over the forehead. Pearl earrings. Gloves and shoes of pale lemon, or lilac coloured kid.

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS

ON

FASHION AND DRESS.

The mourning for the late Princess Amelia expired on the 11th of last month, but though not general, the Court continued it in a slight degree for the deceased Queen of France. Sables are at length, however entirely laid

of aside, and notwithstanding the season Lent is not usually distinguished by much of variety, gloom seems to have subsided, and gaiety and fashion fast entering on spring.

For the promenade, scarlet mantles have been so general during the mourning, that for mere variety they must now be laid aside; we think they are more frequently suceeded by the short pelisse of purple velvet, trimmed with broad black lace, or small cottage mantlet, lined with white sarsuet, ornamented with white chenille or gold. Purple sarsnet pelisses, or black velvet, lined with colours, are equally approved.

Cottage bonnets, cloth turbans, or small velvet caps, and one long drooping ostrich feather, or two small ones, are most prevailing; under the cottage bonnets, which are formed to set off from the face, small lace caps, rosettes of lace or rihband, or small flowers, are much worn, with a deep black French veil. thrown over. Purple, black, or scarlet boots, are universal for walking.

For morning dress, short pelisses of cambric corded muslin, over a slip of the same, trimmed with edging, or made in poplin, bombazeen, or lustres, with ruffs and cuffs of fine clear muslin, with bands of the same, and clasps of lope de pêrle.

Dinner dresses are most worn in lustres, sarsnets, Opera nets, or cloth, made up to the throat with lace cuffs, collars, and small French aprons of lace, or fine embroidered muslin; and lace or quilted satin tippets, trimmed with swansdown, or white chenille.

The full dress, black or white lace over coloured or white satin slips, ornamented with gold, still continue the most admired, with pearl necklaces, combs, and other ornaments blended with emeralds.-Small tippets in antique lace or satin trimmed with swansdown, are considered indispensible, and small aprons of rich antique embroidered muslin with full

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