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For thoughts may past delights re- For the Literary Magazine.

And parted lovers meet again.

I weep not for the silent dead,
Their toils are past, their sorrows

A Song. o'er'; And those they lov'd their steps shall SOME women take delight in dress, tread,

And some in cards take pleasure ; And death shall join to part no Whilst others place their happiness more.

In heaping hoards of treasure ;
In private some delight to kiss,

Their hidden charms unfolding; Tho' boundless oceans roll'd between, But all mistake the sovereign bliss,

If certain that his heart is near, There's no such joy as scolding. A conscious transport glads each scene ;

The instant that I ope my eyes, Soft is the sigh, and sweet the tear. Adieu all day to silence; Even when, by death's cold hand re. Before my neighbours they can rise, moved,

They hear my tongue a mile hence : We mourn the tenant of the tomb, When at the board i take my seat, To think that e'en in death he loved, 'Tis one continu'd riot ; Can gild the horrors of the gloom. I eat and scold, and scold and eat,

My clack is ne'er at quiet.

But bitter, bitter are the tears Too fat, too lean, too hot, too cold,

Of her whorslighted love bewails, I ever am complaining; No hope her dreary prospect cheers, Too raw, too roast, too young, too old,

No pleasing melancholy hails. Each guest at table paining ; Here are the pangs of wounded Let it be fowl, or flesh, or fish, pride,

Tho' of my own providing,
Of blasted hope, of wither'd joy; I still find fault with every dish,
The flattering veil is rent aside,

Still every servant chiding.
The flame of love burns to destroy.

But when to bed I go at night,

I surely fall a weeping; In vain does memory renew

For then I lose my great delight, The hours once ting'd in trans. How can I scold when sleeping ? port's dye ;

But this my pain doth mitigate, The sad reverse soon starts to view, And soon disperses sorrow; And turns the past to agony;

Altho' to-night it be too late, Even time itself.despairs to cure I'll pay it off to-morrow.

Those pangs to ev'ry feeling due ; Ungenerous youth! thy boast how

poor, To win a heart, and break it too.

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written EXTEMPORE,

On the author's being cured of a fit of

the head-ache by dancing with Miss

No cold approach, no altered mien,
Just what would make suspicion

No pause the dire extremes between;
He made me blest, and broke my

From hope, the wretched's anchor

Neglected, and neglecting all,
Friendless, forsaken, and forlorn,
The tears I shed must ever fall !


QUACK doctors too oft their patients

By boasted pretensions to skill ;
And whilst they the present disorder

Fix some more incurable ill


Thus Celia by dancing my head-ach Ah! then I see thee o'er her charms reliev'd,

A look of fond affection cast; And I vainly applauded her art; I see thee clasp her in thine arms, Till at last the fair mountebank's cheat And in the present lose the past.

I perceiv'd,
For the pain is now fix'd in my But soon the dear illusion Aies;

The sad reality returns :
G. My crimes again to memory rise,

And, ab! in vain my orphan

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Till suddenly some keen remorse,

Some deep regret her claims shall THE DYING DAUGHTER TO HER

aid ; MOTHER

For wrath that held too long its

course ; By Mrs. Opie.

For words of peace too long de

layed. MOTHER! when these unsteady lines

For pardon (most, alas ! denied, Thy long averted eye shall see,

When pardon might have snatched This hand that writes, this heart that

from shame)

And kindness, hadst thou kindness Will cold, quite cold, and tran

tried, quil be,

Had checked my guilt, and saved

my fame. That guilty child, so long disowned, Can then, blest thought! no more And then thou'lt wish, as I do now, offend ;

Thy hand my humble bed had And, shouldst thou deem my crimes

smoothed, atoned,

Wiped the chill moisture off my brow, O, deign my orphan to befriend :

And all the wants of sickness

soothed. That orphan, who, with trembling hand,

For, oh! the means to sooth my pain To thee will give my dying prayer; My poverty has still denied : Canst thou my dying prayer withstand, And thou wilt wish, ah! wish in vain, And from my child withhold thy Thy riches had those means supcare?

plied. 0, raise the veil, which hides her Thou'lt wish, with keen repentance cheek,

wrung, Nor start her mother's face to see; I'd closed my eyes upon thy breast, But let her look thy love bespeak, Expiring, while thy faultering tongue

For once that face was dear to thee. Pardon in kindest tones expressed. Gaze on, and thou’lt perchance forget

O sounds which I must never hear! The long, the mournful lapse of

Through years of woe my fond deyears, Thy couch with tears of anguish wet,

sire! And e'en the guilt which caused

O mother, spite of all most dear,

Must I, unblest by thee, expire ? those tears.

Thy love alone I call to mind,

And all thy past disdain forget ; Each keen reproach, each frown un

And in my pure and artless child,
Thou'lt think her mother meets

thy view ;
Such as she was when life first

smiled, And guilt by name alonc she knew.


That crushed my hopes when last

we met ;


But when I saw that angry brow, More blest to taste thy simple fare, Both health and youth were still O! meek-ey'd maid ! Simplicity. my own :

Lead me, then, to thy happy vale, O mother! couldst thou see me now,

Where no corroding cares molest, Thou wouldst not have the heart to

Where mild Content trips o'er the frown.

dale, But see! my orphan's cheek displays

With dimpled cheeks, and modest

vest. Both youth and health's carnation There be thy straw-roof'd cottage dyes,

mine, Such as on mine, in happier days, Thy babbling rill, and sylvan glade;

So fondly charmed the partial eyes. Thy moss-deck'd seat, whose nodding Grief o'er her bloom a veil now Throws o'er the brow a darksome draws,

slade. Grief her loved parent's pang to see;

There, far retir'd from Fashion's ken, And when thou think'st upon the How happy will we pass our life! cause,

Well will we mark the care of men, That paleness will have charms for And smile at their discordant strife. thee.

With bosom light and airy tread,

Around each genial joy shall come, But wilt thou thus indulgent be? Whilst Hope shall e'er our footsteps O! am I not by hope beguiled ?

lead, The long, long anger shown to me,

And Health will gild our happy Say, will it not pursue my child ?

home. And must she suffer for my crime? As thought directs, our path we'll Ah! no; forbid it, gracious Heaven!

chuse, And grant, oh! grant, in thy good What time the Morning spreads time,

her wing; That she be loved, and I forgiven! To cull the flow'r of simple hues,

Or scent the sweets the zephyrs

bring Or we will skirt the silver stream,

The heathy hill or valley o'er;
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Or pleasing trace Aurora's beam
Its brightness o'er the landscape

SWEET nymph! of every placid Or if beneath some oak reclin'd,

The lark's aerial thrilling note Who shun'st the lures of sordid Shall sooth to peace the musing mind, pride,

And o'er the raptured senses float. Who lovs't the valley's humble scene, Thus soft entranc'd gay forms will Come, o'er my votive muse preside; muse preside;

rise, For nor Ambition's gilded toys,

And Fancy with her pow'rs attend ; Nor Vice's soft enticing glance, To wake anew life's smiling joys, i. Nor Folly's visionary joys,

" Each pleasure past, each social One moment can my breast en

friend." trance.

When Cynthia lightens all the vale, But thou in rustic garb canst please, And Nature courts a calm repose ; While pomp and power soon will When distant sounds swell in the cloy;

gale, Canst boast more bliss, and lasting And all the pencil'd flow'rets close; ease,

Then will we join the festive round, Than Fortune's minions e’er enjoy. And trip the sprightly dance along; Yes! happier I thy smiles to share, Or to the pipe's melodious sound,

From ev'ry pallid sorrow free, Awake the love-inspiring song.


And e'en when darken'd shadows 'Tis thus thou shalt, enchanting maid! spread,

Where'er I stray, morn, noon, or And o'er the lawn loud tempests night, howl ;

Each pleasure-strewed path pervade, Still, still within thy clay-built shed, And e'er create some new delight. Each hour on Pleasure's wings For thou wilt ev'ry joy increase, shall roll;

And glad each hour that's spent For there secure, no harm I'll fear,

with thee; Whilst on thy couch of slumber Spread o'er each scene thy smiles of laid,

peace, But soft enjoy each vision dear,

O meek-ey'd maid! Simplicity. That hovers lightly round my head.

J. B.



On Thursday evening, Septem- At PhiladELPHIA, on Tuesday ber 17, by the Rev. Philip F. May. evening, September 1, by the Rev. er, Mr. George Likes, to Miss Ma. Dr. Staughton, Mr. Maylin, of the ry Haw, both of the Northern Limission church at Serampore, Ben- berties. gal, to Mrs. M‘Cutchen of Philadel. Same evening, by the same, phia.

Mr. John Rigler, to Miss MargaOn Saturday evening, September ret Hornketh, both of Philadelphia. 5, by the Rev. Dr. Staughton, cap On Sunday evening, September tain Joseph R. Connell, to Miss Ann 20, by the same, Mr. Richard Beasley, daughter of Mr. Stephen Welsh, to Mrs. Louisa Ellison, both Beasley, all of Philadelphia. of Philadelphia.

On Sunday evening, September 6, Same evening, by the Rev. Dr. by the Rev. Joseph Turner, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Thomas Collings, to James Fossett, to Miss Elizabeth Mrs. Sarah Dover, daughter of John Keighler, both of Philadelphia. Dover, Esq., all of the Northern

On Wednesday evening, Septem- Liberties. ber 9, by the Rev. Dr. Green, Ebe. On Tuesday evening, September Dezer Rockwood, Esq., to Miss Eli. 22, by the Rev. Dr. Meyer, cap. zabeth B. Hazard, daughter of Ebe. tain William Henry, to Mrs. Eliza. nezer Hazard, Esq., of Philadel- beth Thomas, daughter of Mr. phia.

Andrew Thillers, all of Philadelphia. On Thursday evening, September At Germantown, at Friend's 10, by the Rev. Dr. Staughton, Mr. Meeting, on Friday morning, SepJohn Sterrett, of Wilmington, Dela- tember 11, Mr. Benjamin Buck, farware, to Miss Margaret Bayard, of mer, of Bristol township, to Mrs. the Northern Liberties.

Rebecca Walters, of Philadelphia. On Wednesday evening, Septem- At Washington City, on Tuesday ber 16, by the Rev. bishop White, evening, by the Rev. Mr. Laurie, Mr. John Goddard, of Baltimore, to Mr. Toppan Webster, to Miss. Miss Mary Beck, daughter of Paul Martha Osborne, both of that City. Beck, Esq., of Philadelphia.

At the farm of Mr. Francis Bai. On Friday evening, September ley, at Octoraro, near Lancaster, by 18, by the Rev. Dr. Rogers, Mr. the Rev. Mr. Sample, of Strasburg, John Roberts Worrell, to Miss Sid. Mr. Frederick Eckstein, of Philadelney Flounders, both of Delaware phia, to Miss Jane Bailey, daughter county, Pennsylvania,

of Mr. Francis Bailey, printer. .


Same day, much regretted, Mr. At PuILADELPHIA, on the 30th William Stewart, of the house of of August, Magnus Miller, Esq., for Hassinger and Stewart, of that city, many years a respectable merchant On Sunday evening, September in that city, aged eighty-six.

13, in the seventy-sixth year of his On Thursday, September 3, in age, Mr. James Hamel, long a res. the sixty-fourth year of his age, pectable inhabitant of that city. captain George Curwen.

On Monday morning, September Same day, in the Pennsylvania 14, Mrs. Elizabeth Holscamp, late hospital, John Butler, of North Ca- wife of Mr. Garret Holscamp, in rolina, near to Ransom's bridge; he the seventy-third year of her age. came from thence, and was admit- On Wednesday morning, Septemted for a large wen, the 11th of her 23, Salome Morgan, relict of April last; when extracted from Benjamin Morgan, in her seventyhis cheek and neck, on the 22d of the third year. same month, it weighed five and a On Saturday, September 26, in half pounds. Of this wen he was the fifty-second year of her age, perfectly cured, and was retained Mrs. Jane Tunis, wife of Richard in the house about five weeks, to Tunis, Esq. give him an opportunity of going On Thursday morning, October home, but was unfortunately arrest. 1, general Peter Muhlenberg, coled by the influenza, accompanied lector of the port of Philadelphia. with a fever, of which he died, af. At CuarLESTON (S. C.), Septer a week's illness:bis remains were tember 2d, Mr. Augustus D. Jones, deposited next day, by his own re- a native of Virginia, and a resident quest, in the presbyterian grave- of that city for upwards of three yard.

years; aged twenty-six years. On Thursday September 3, in the Same day, in the twenty-eighth thirty-fifth year of her age, Mrs. vear of his age, Mr. Alexander Hannah Marsh, wife of Mr. Joseph Gibson, a native of Massachusetts. Marsh, jun., of Southwark, and On the 3d September, in the 35th daughter of Adam Hubley, Esq, year of her age, Miss Mary Isabel. deceased, formerly of that city. ia O'Brien, eldest daughter of B.

On Friday evening, September O'Brien, Esq., merchant of Dublin. 4, Mrs. Mary Spider, consort of Same day, after a few days' illness, Mr. John Snider, merchant, Phila. in the 29th year of his age, and

much regretted by all his acquain. Same day, Mr. Samuel Emlen tances, Mr. John Tillinghast, of the (son of the late George Emlen, de- firin of Pearce and Tillinghast, ceased), in the fifty-first year of his merchants of that city. Mr. T. was age.

a native of Rhode Island, and was a On Friday morning, September lieutenant in the newly raised com4, in the eighty-seventh year of her pany of riflemen. age, Ann Hallowell, of that city, for Same day, in the twenty-fourth many years a respectable elder of year of her age, Mr. James Neilson, the Society of Friends.

merchant of that city. On Saturday, September 5, in her Same day, Mr. James Drew, a eighty-fifth year, much beloved and native of Scotland. respected by her relatives and Same day, Mrs. Mary-Ann Lamb, friends, Mrs. Craig, widow of the aged 30 years, wife of capt. James late Mr. James Craig, of that city. Lamb. She was a native of Edin

On Monday, September 7, after a burgh, and has left a hubsand and short illness, in the fifty-second year five children to lament her early of her age, Mrs. Rebecca Pancake, loss. wife of colonel Philip Pancake, of A jury of inquest was held on the that city

4th of September, on the body of


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