midnight oil-or the bigot, wearing life away with fanatical zeal in false devotion require not the unshrinking firmness, the never-failing patience, the unbending fortitude, which is expected from almost every woman. There is something in unmerited praise, which, to a heart not wholly callous, is more cuttingly severe, than the keenest reproof. It is not in the first moments of joy or sorrow that we know the extent of our bliss or of our pain. Great grief stupifies, and great joys intoxicate. Nor is it till time has aroused us from the first, and sobered us from the effects of the latter, that we justly appreciate our sum of happiness or misery. G DE MOOR. ETYMOLOGICAL NOVELTIES. Heigh-ho! A COCKNEY Corruption, by the addition of the two aspirates. The feeling that produces this ejaculation must be well known to all our brother scribblers and to too many of our readers. When we think of our troublesome creditors-and when do we not?-what idea rushes upon our minds? Alas, I owe ! Mercury. This insidious deity, always studying to ingratiate himself with those he meant to cheat or dupe, was dubbed by the other gods a mere curry. Goal. The name of this building is sadly tantalizing to its unfortunate inhabitants; for while it seems to say to them go-all, its bolts, and bars, and turnkeys oblige them to stay-all. Gazette. This is a species of newspaper, containing information, which all are extremely anxious to gaze at. THOUGHTS ON CONVERSATION. Ir any thing can be more foolish or ridiculous, than to be always speaking well of ourselves, it is to be always speaking ill of ourselves." If all great talkers are tiresome, and even disgusting, what must be a great talker of himself! Frenchmen, in conversation, will frequently all talk at once, and in the noise they make, do not understand each other ;the English say not a word,-which amounts to nearly the same thing. Conversation is never more pleasing to us, than when it is with those, who possess not quite so much wit as ourselves. A man of wit, is silent among fools, as a rich man refuses alms to a beggar he has no change. How enviable is that man, who can relish the conversation of men of wit, and endure that of fools! Socrates, being silent in company, was requested to join in the conversation. He replied, "what I know, would be improper here ;—and what would be proper here, of that I am ignorant." We ought neither to speak as we write, nor to write as we speak. The one would appear too stiff;-the other too negligent. The phrase, he talks like a book, was no doubt first spoken in a good sense; it can now be only used as an expression of ridicule, Some one, who was reproached with always talking of himself, replied, that it was because he found no other person who spoke so well of him. A PUN. Ar a late fashionable assembly in one of our southern cities, a gentleman was asked which of the ladies present he thought the most beautiful. He replied, Why really, madam, they are all very beautiful; but I think that Miss (pointing to one who was dressed in the extreme of the fash ion) fairly outstrips them all.' ORIGINAL POETRY. MR. EDITOR, The following Lines were written by a boy of fifteen. They were inspired by hearing a beautiful young lady describe a journey through pathless forests, in the course of which she crossed the rapids of the St. Lawrence in an Indian canoe and stopped at the cabins of the savages; and by immediately afterwards listening to her impassioned reading of the Lady of the Lake." * ORLANDO. Он, could I weave the wizard rhyme To Savage of Canadian land; The woody Trosach's darksome glen But let me pause. Her wit's bright dart Then spare the bard, whose youthful heart, THE WRECK. Now sprung each sailor from his death like sleep, He quits the wreck whilst briny mountains rise, W. S. TO MATILDA. Was it only the form of sweet friendship I prest, Must I banish for ever that form from my breast, Did you know how sincere is the friendship I feel, CURRAN'S REPARTEE. LORD KELLIE'S REPARTEE. WHEN KELLIE, thoughtless, young, and vain, Followed in Dissipation's train, My lady gave him this advice— "Dear son, leave women, cards, and dice ; Daily on vegetables dine, And water drink, instead of wine." "What," he replied, " is this indeed your wish, That I eat like a beast,-drink like a fish ?” EPIGRAM. To one, who changed his name from INCH to LINCH. |