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He left the grooms unmassacred, then massacred the stud.
I love a long glove, for mittens, like kings evidence,
Let truth with the fingers out and wont hide blood.
MACBETH.

When spooneys on two knees implore the aid of sorcery,
To suit their wicked purposes they quickly put the laws awry,
With Adam I in wife may vie, for none could tell the use of her,
Except to treat for golden pippins hawk'd about by Lucifer.

OMNES.

Round let us bound, for this is Punch's holiday,
Glory to Tomfoolery, huzza! huzza!

OTHELLO.

Wife, come to life, forgive what your black lover did,
Spit the feathers from your mouth, and munch roast beef;
Jago he may go and be toss'd in the coverlid,

That smother'd you because you pawn'd my hankerchief.
GEO. BARNWELL.

Why, neger, so eager about your rib immaculate ?
Milwood shows for hanging us they've got an ugly knack o' late;
If on beauty, stead of duty, but one peeper bent he sees,
Satan waits, with Dolly baits, to hook in us apprentices.
OMNES.

Round let us bound, for this is Punch's holiday,
Glory to Tomfoolery, huzza! huzza!

HAMLET.

I'm Hamlet in camlet, my ap. and perihelia,

The moon can fix which lunatics makes sharp or flat.

I stuck, by ill luck, enamour'd of Ophelia,

Old Polony like a sausage, and exclaim'd « Rat! Rat!"

GHOST.

Let Gertrude sup the poisoned cup, no more I'll be an actor in

Such sorry food, but drink home brew'd of Whitbread's manufacturing.

MACHEATH.

I'll Polly it, and folly it, and dance it quite the dandy O,

But as for tunes I have but one, and that is Drops of Brandy O.

OMNES.

Round let us bound, for this is Punch's holiday,
Glory to Tomfoolery, huzza! huzza!

0

JULIET.

I'm Juliet Capulet, who took a dose of hellebore,
A hell-of-a-bore I found it to put on a pall.

FRIAR.

And I am the friar who so corpulent a belly bore,

APOTHECARY.

And that is why poor skinny I have none at all.

ROMEO.

I'm the resurrection man of buried bodies amorous.

FALSTAFF,

I'm fagg'd to death, and out of breath, and am for quiet clamorous.
For though my paunch is round and staunch, I ne'er begin to fill it ere
Feel that I've no stomach left for entertainment military.

OMNES.

Round let us bound, for this is Punch's holiday,
Glory to Tomfoolery, huzza! huzza!

[Exeunt dancing.]

MONTHLY MISCELLANY,

OF LITERARY INTELLIGENCE, REMARKABLE INCIDENTS, OBITUARY NOTICES, &C. &c.

Literary Intelligence.

THE Select Reviews and Spirit of Foreign Magazines, which has been for several years published in Philadelphia, by E. Bronson, is now edited by Washington Irving, Esq. of New-York, under the title of Analectic Magazine.

The American Review for October (the materials for which, the editor informs us in an advertisement, were certainly prepared in October last,) contains a review of Mr. Sargent's “ Hubert and Ellen," which was not published till some time in December.

. J. Belcher, Boston, has lately published "A Selection of English Epigrams, extracted principally from the British and American Journals; and comprising the most valuable of those contained in the British Martial; with some originals."

Original Tales, a work intended for the instruction of children, has been lately published by C. Callender, Boston.

The first volume, new series, of the Historical Collections of Massachusetts, is in the press of John Eliot, Boston.

Mr. John Melish, a foreigner, has published at Philadelphia, "Travels in the United States of America, in the years 1806, 1807, 1809, 1810, 1811, including an account of passa

ges betwixt America and Britain, and travels through Great Britain, Ireland, and Upper Canada. Illustrated by eight maps. In two volumes."

Remarkable Incidents, &c.

FRACAS-A serious affair took place on Saturday evening, in Water-street, Norfolk, between some Spanish and American sailors. The former, about twenty in number, having been roughly handled by our sailors in a fracas the preceding evening, came ashore expressly, it is said, to be revenged; for which purpose, they had provided themselves with knives, and soon provoked their adversaries to an affray, who, not suspecting treachery, attacked only with the weapons which nature had given them. In a few minutes six of the American sailors were stabbed, one of whom died on the spot, and another it is thought cannot survive. This was done before the guard could repair to the scene. They however arrived in time to secure the greater part of the murderers, whom they rescued from the enraged populace, and committed to prison.

SHOCKING. On the night of the 2d inst. the house of Levi Crippen, of Perfield, N. Y. was burnt, and with it his six children, the oldest about 9 years, the youngest an infant about seven months. The parents, it is said, were both from home nearly a mile.

TRIBUTE TO VALOR.-On Thursday Feb. 16, at 12 o'clock, Commodore BAINBRIDGE landed at the Long-wharf, Boston, from the frigate Constitution, amidst salutes from the Northend Artillery Company at Hancock's-wharf, and the Washington Artillery at Long-wharf. He was received at the landing place by Commodore RODGERS, Capt. HULL, Gen. WELLES, and other gentlemen of distinction, and escorted to the Exchange Coffee-house by the New-England Guards. On his quitting his barge, and at short intervals, till he reached the Coffee-house, the assembled citizens greeted him with repeated huzzas. The concourse of people occupied nearly the

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whole space from the end of the wharf to the Coffee-house, and it was with difficulty the escort penetrated. On the vessels in the harbor, across the wharf and street, and from many stores, &c. were exhibited that flag which his services have contributed to honor. On one ensign, which was extended across State-street was inscribed the names of HULL, JONES, DECATUR and BAINBRIDGE.

Lt. Gen. HISLOP, taken in the Java, presented Com. BAINBRIDGE with a very elegant sword on parting with him, as a compliment for his magnanimity and humanity towards the prisoners.

Obituary Motices---Deaths in the United States.

SOUTH CAROLINA.-At Spartanburg, Mr. Robert Jamison, at the advanced age of 104 years. He was born in Antrim county, Ireland, from whence he emigrated to America. In 1755, he landed in Philadelphia, and resided in Pennsylvania till about thirty years ago, when he emigrated to S. Carolina. His eye-sight began to fail him at the usual time of life, but was restored to him in his latter years, so much so as to be able to read any common print without the aid of spectacles. His hale constitution gradually gave way, and he sunk into the arms of death without a groan.

NORTH CAROLINA.-In Person county, Ambrose Arnold, 105-In Lamberton, Joseph Smith, of Dedham, Mass.

TENNESSEE. In Nashville, Capt. William Rickard, a native of Massachusetts, and an officer in the U. S. army during and since the revolution.

INDIANA.-At Fort Winchester, Lt. Col. Timothy E. Danielson, of the 17th U. S. regiment.

NEW-YORK-In Orange county, Gen. James Clinton, brother of the late vice-president of the U. S. and father of the honorable Dewitt Clinton. He was in his 76th year, and a distinguished officer in our revolutionayy war-In Schenectady, Rev. Cornelius Bogardus, 35-In Plattsburgh, Lieut. Francis Cogswell, of the 11th U. S. regiment-At Champlain, Capt. Richard Caldwell, of the 25th U. S. regiment.

MASSACHUSETTS.-In Roxbury, Hon. John Read, 85-In Wilbraham, Jonathan Ely, 99, leaving 123 descendants-In Shirley, William Longly, 75-In South-Hadley Dea. Enoch White-In Weston, Capt. Isaac Jones, 85-In Medford, Samuel Buel, postmaster, 55-In Boston, Thomas Lamb, mer

chant, 58; John Skinner, 80; Edward Lincoln, 48; Hon. Theodore Sedgwick, LL.D. one of the justices of the supreme judicial court of Massachusetts; Mr. Conway Lane, printer, 34. *Feb. 14. Rev. John Eliot, D. D. pastor of the New North congregational church, in the 59th year of his age, and 34th of his ministry; Mr. William Barnes, of the Theatre, 38.

* Forgive, blest shade! this friendly zeal to save
Virtues like thine from the oblivious grave;
Not with vain hope thy monument to raise
On the weak basis of a mortal's praise;
Nor yet to give, with still a vainer aim,
Thy modest merit to the voice of fame ;
Thy open hand, when want implor'd relief;
Thy feeling heart, that sooth'd the tear of grief;
Thy pleasing converse, sentiment refin'd;
Thy warm benevolence for all mankind;
No let thy virtues in our bosoms rest,
To life's last hour indelibly impress'd,

While dear remembrance breathes to heav'n this sigh,
Grant us like him to live, like him to die!

PALLADIUM.

Correspondence.

ERRATA. The reader is requested to correct in the Original Poetry, in our number for December, the following errors, which escaped notice. In page 153, first stanza, last line but one, read

And pant those far-fam'd fields to view.

Page 155, Lines to a Young Lady, last line but one, read

And ne'er were they view'd by a heart that could fonder. In our last number, page 217, line fourth, for difference read deference.

Page 223, line 17, read

Thy foes rejoice in, or thy friends deplore.

A correspondent wishes us to publish details of the progress of the war. It is our intention to give a chronological account of political events at the close of each volume, which will probably include all that he desires.

"Facetie Comica," is received. The suggestions of the writer will be attended to.

"W. M." is requested to continue his favors.

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