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the Rev. Mr. Spring, Capit. Moses
On Friday, 10th inst. of a linger. On Sunday morning last, by the
ing illness, Mr. John Davidson, Rev. Mr. Townley, Mr. John
On the 6th inst. at his late resia Lorocque, to Miss Tansey Eliza
dence at Oysterbay, on Long Island, Doyer, daughter of Mr. Henry
in the 73d year of his age, the Rev. Doyer, merchant, all of this city.
Benjamin Coles, for many years the On Sunday 12th inst. by the Rev.
pastor of the Baptist Church in that Mr. Townley, Mr. Samuel Ham- place, much lamented by all his acmond, to Miss Cornelia Brooks,
quaintance ; it may be justly said, both of this city.
that he was a kind Husband, and an
affectionate Parent, and much enAlso, by the same, Mr. Jacob Webb, to Miss Sally Brewster, both saged in the cause of his divine mas
ter--he has been a faithful preacher of this city.
of the distinguishing doctrines of the On Wednesday Evening last, by Gospel, for about Afty years, he was
a real friend to the American revoMiller, to Miss Ann Bushfield, both | lution, and a great advocate for of this city
civil and religious liberty. In St. John's (Lower Canada) || upright, for the end of that-man is peace.
Mark the perfect man and behold the Licut. Wm. Blacquire, of the 49th Tegiment, to Miss Violet Woods.
Ai Charleston, Mr. Samuel Rog“ He chanc'd to rove, one morn in May, ers, organist of St. Michaels Church.
Among the Woods to pluck a flower ; Also, Mr. John Brailsford, jun. He snatch'd the Violet, sweet and gay, To crown with bliss the nuptial hour."
At Baltimore, Thorowgood Smith, At Belfast, Ireland, on the 5th of | Esq. President of the Baltimor InJune, Capt. I'rancis Bronde, of the
surance Company, and late Mayor brig Neptune, of this city, to Mis: | of that city. Blackwood, of that place.
At Fort M'Henry, Norfolk, on
the 9th inst. Lieut. Solomon Go DIED,
Conkling, of the U. S. artillery. On Tuesday last, Frederick
In Nashville, on the 28th ult. Roorback, aged 76, an old and re
Capt. George West, late of the spectable inhabitant of this city.
county of Montgomery, in the 52d On Sunday last, Vincent Mat
year of his age. This gentleman thews, Esq. in the 34th year of his
was a native of North Carolina, an
attractive and enterprizing officer in age, son of the late David Matthews
the Navy of the U. States, during Esq. formerly Mayor of this city.
a great part of the war which tere On Friday, 10th inst, Mr. Wil-ll minated in American Independence. liam Balster, aged 48.
Now pausing--and now swelling in the
wind, Swept its sad tone o'er Hudson's rolling
Or else, when night's damp umbrage
fell, Along some green sward path Istray'd, Whither the cool zepbyrs on their
wings conveyed, The gentle tinklings of the hamlet's rill, Or the vibrations of the Ploughman's
Floating the misty mountains brow For the Lady's Miscellany.
While the majestic Moon, in glory Messrs. Printers,
Saild up the arch of Heav'n involyed By allowing the subsequent Stanzas, a
in clouds of light. place in your paper, you will confer a par. ticular favour on Yours, etc. 0. W. Sweet were those bours-malas they fed Kip's Bay, August 13, 1810.
But Infancy (unweeting of the cares STANZAS.
That crowd uncall'd upon life's sultry
noon) Slow as descends the shadowy car of Looks forward with desire to riper eve,
years. Amid a silent train of fragrant dews, While twilight's soft and varigated | Oh! with what magic then does Fancy hues
raise, Fade on the clear and undulating wate. To the charm'd eye her phantoms of
delight, Then pensive Memory to my view
Friendship and Love, and wreaths of pourtrays,
purest praise, Some fairy scene of many a long past
And mornings calm, and suns forever year,
bright. That from mine eyelids starts the glitttering tear,
She veils the evils that attend our prime, And turns my wishes back to former Hiding behind a rose each treacherous days.
Till her sad victims by impatince torn, Such days as when upon a bank reclin'd,
Upbraids the slow and lagging steps of Wearied with infant sport, I courted
Yet raptured, mark'd the sun's last
trembling beam, Sink in the gold and crimson of the
west : W bile from a distant shore the Thrush's
note, (Warbled within some lonely wood re.
Too fast they come, and disappointments
dread, Pales the soft cheek, and dims the
sparkling eye, The young adventurer droops his lan
guid head, Wipes off a trickling tear, and leartis
Pain, Sickness Sorrow, bow his spirits
For the Lady's Miscellany.
Loud in his ears Contumely's clarion peals,
EPITAPHS. The withering hand of Indigence he feels
On a Negro who died of Love. The deed ungrateful, and the proud man's UNER disa tone, · frown.
Puta a taller-face Pomp :
He die for Sally Cuss ! Days of blest CUILDHOOD, ye foresaw
Ih he lib, be aut too't, not this !!
She hab'monow he die like a fool, Ah! no-each hour evolving did ye
She see'm dam fuss. hail, Mirth floated on the boxom of the
gale, And every fleeting scene was fraught On a much esteemed Dog, whose name with bliss.
was. Good Luck.
Benrath this stone, was put Good No care forbade the heavy lids to close
Luck, No sickly dream the midnight slumber
'Twas Death!(Bad Luck) that caus'dit. broke ; But o'er your pillow bover'd sweet repose,
May Death :-by death one day be
stuck, and conscious Peace attended when
That Good Luck have revenge for':. you woke.
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accident than from voluntary ere CONSTANTIA;
ror, I am inclinod to reproach my
own heart for those murmers, OR, UNEXAMPLED MAGNANIMITY.
which, sometimes, I confess to A TALE.
you, escape from it in solitude ;
yeţ, if I were to give you a genuConcluded.)
ine account of all that I endure,
you, I know, would kindly assure Constantia, tho' she shed many me, that the discontent, which I tears as she spoke, yet spoke in strive in vain to subdue, has not the tone of a determined martyr. amounted to a crime." She then I repeated every argument that entered into a detail of many doreason and friendship could sugo mestic scenes, and gave me so gest, to shake a resolution so per. strong a picture of life, destitute nicious to herself; but I could of all social comfort, and harassed make no impression on her inind ; by such an infinitude of dispiriting shehad determined to adhere strict vexations, that I expressed a very ly to the letters as well as the spirit sincere admiration of the meek of her father's interdictions; and, and modest fortitude which she as I perceived, she had an honest had displayed in supporting it so pride, in her filial piety, I could long. I have, indeed, suffered no longer think of opposing it. In a great deal,” said Constantia, with stead, therefore, of recommending a deep sigh; “ but the worst is 10 her a new system of life, I en not over; I am afraid that I shall deavoured to reconcile ber mind to lose all sense of humanity ; I can her present situation. "Perhaps,' take no interest in any thing ; and, replied Constantia, “no female to confess a very painful truth to orphan, who has been preserved you, I do not feel as I ought to do, by Providence from absolute want, the undeserved attention and friend. from infamy and guilt, ought to re ship which I am at this moment pine at her condition, and, when
and, when receiving from you." I would I consider the more deplorable have tried to rally her out of these wretchedness of some unhappy gloomy phantasies; but she interbeings of my own sex, whose mis. rupted me, by exelaiming, with a ery, perhaps, has arisen more from
stern, yet low voice, " Indeed it is
rue ; and I can only explain my li tionate air of kindness, that, as she sensations to you, by saying, that had some very rich relations in I feel as if my heart was turning Jamaica, she should be tempted to into stone." This forcible ex carry the poor girl to the Westpression, and the corresponding Indies, to try all the chances of cast of countenance with which she new acquaintance in a warmer uttered it, rendered me for some climate. I perceived the cheek moments, unable to reply; it struck | of Constantia begin to redden al me, indeed, as a lamentable truth, this language of her aunt. As to which different parts of her the expressions of that.good lady much-altered frame bore a strong grew more and more painful to though silent testimony. In ber | her ingenuous pride, the unfortuface, which was ance remarkable nate Constantia, who found it imfor a fine complexion, and the possible to suppress her tears, now most animated look of intelligent | quitted the room ; but she returngood-nature, there now appeared a
ed again in a few minutes, with an sallow paleness, and, though not a air of composed sorrow, and of sour, yet a settled dejection ; her
meek endurance. hands also had the same bloodless
I soon ended my mortifying visit, appearance, retaining neither the warmth'nor the colour of living | tia resided, with a disposition to
and left the town in which Constanflesh ; yet Constantia was
at this time perfectly free from every
quarrel with fortune for her injusnominal distemper.
tice and cruelty to my amiable
friend. It seemed to me as if na. The entrance of Mrs. Braggard ture had designed, that an affecgave a new turn to our conversa
tionate activity, and a joyous benevtion, but without affording us re
olence, should be the vital springs lief. That good lady endeavoured in Constantia's existence; but that to entertain me with particular at
chance having thrown her into a tention ; but there was such a
situation, which afforded no nourstrange mixture of vulgar dignity ishment to the lovely qualities of and indelicate facetiousness in her | her heart and mind, she was perish. discourse, that she was very far ing like a flower in an unfriendly from succeeding in her design.-- soil., She asked me, if I was not greatly My imagination was wounded struck by the change that a few by the image of her destiny ; but years hud made in the countenance
the good Constantia feeling the of her neice, hinting, in very impression which her sufferings coarse ternis of awkward jocularity had made upon me, wrote me a that tiie loss of her complexion letter of consolation. She was to be imputed to her single raigned herself, with an amiable life ; and adding, with an affec li degree of injustice, for having