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MARRIED,

On Sunday morning last, by the Rev. Mr. Townley, Mr. John Lorocque, to Miss Tansey Eliza Doyer, daughter of Mr. Henry Doyer, merchant, all of this city.

On Friday, 10th inst. of a lingering illness, Mr. John Davidson.

On the 6th inst. at his late residence at Oysterbay, on Long Island, in the 73d year of his age, the Rev. Benjamin Coles, for many years the pastor of the Baptist Church in that place, much lamented by all his acBrooks,quaintance; it may be justly said,

On Sunday 12th inst. by the Rev. Mr. Townley, Mr. Samuel Hammond, to Miss Cornelia both of this city.

Also, by the same, Mr. Jacob Webb, to Miss Sally Brewster, both of this city.

On Wednesday Evening last, by the Rev. Mr. Spring, Capt. Moses Miller, to Miss Ann Bushfield, both of this city'

In St. John's (Lower Canada) Lieut. Wm. Blacquire, of the 49th regiment, to Miss Violet Woods. "He chanc'd to rove, one morn in May, Among the Woods to pluck a flower; He snatch'd the Violet, sweet and gay, To crown with bliss the nuptial hour."

At Belfast, Ireland, on the 5th of June, Capt. Francis Bronde, of the brig Neptune, of this city, to Miss Blackwood, of that place.

DIED,

On Tuesday last, Frederick Roorback, aged 76, an old and respectable inhabitant of this city.

On Sunday last, Vincent Matthews, Esq. in the 34th year of his age, son of the late David Matthews Esq.formerly Mayor of this city.

that he was a kind Husband, and an affectionate Parent, and much enSaged in the cause of his divine master he has been a faithful preacher of the distinguishing doctrines of the Gospel, for about fifty years, he was a real friend to the American revolution, and a great advocate for civil and religious liberty.

Mark the perfect man and behold the upright, for the end of that man is peace.

At Charleston, Mr. Samuel Rogers, organist of St. Michaels Church. Also, Mr. John Brailsford, jun.

At Baltimore, Thorowgood Smith, Esq. President of the Baltimor Insurance Company, and late Mayor of that city.

At Fort M'Henry, Norfolk, on the 9th inst. Lieut. Solomon G. Conkling, of the U. S. artillery.

In Nashville, on the 28th ult. Capt. George West, late of the county of Montgomery, in the 52d year of his age. This gentleman was a native of North Carolina, an attractive and enterprizing officer in the Navy of the U. States, during a great part of the war which ter

On Friday, 10th inst. Mr. Wil-minated in American Independence. liam Balster, aged 48.

OR, THE WEEKLY VISITOR.

נות!

For the Lady's Miscellany.

Messrs. Printers,

By allowing the subsequent Stanzas, a place in your paper, you will confer a par. ticular favour on Yours, etc. O. W. Kip's Bay, August 13, 1810.

STANZAS.

SLOW as descends the shadowy car of

eve,

Amid a silent train of fragrant dews, While twilight's soft and varigated hues

Fade on the clear and undulating wave.

Then pensive Memory to my view pourtrays,

Some fairy scene of many a long past year,

That from mine eyelids starts the

glitttering tear,

And turns my wishes back to former days.

Such days as when upon a bank reclin'd, Wearied with infant sport, I courted

rest;

Yet raptured, mark'd the sun's last trembling beam,

Sink in the gold and crimson of the

west:

While from a distant shore the Thrush's note,

(Warbled within some lonely wood remote,)

Now pausing-and now swelling in the wind,

Swept its sad tone o'er Hudson's rolling

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stream.

Or else, when night's damp umbrage

fell,

Along some green sward path Istray'd Whither the cool zephyrs on their wings convey'd,

The gentle tinklings of the hamlet's rill, Or the vibrations of the Ploughman's

song,

Floating the misty mountains brow along,

While the majestic Moon, in glory bright,

Sail'd up the arch of Heav'n involved in clouds of light.

Sweet were those hours-alas they fled too soon!

But Infancy (unweeting of the cares That crowd uncall'd upon life's sultry noon)

Looks forward with desire to riper years.

Oh! with what magic then does Fancy raise,

To the charm'd eye her phantoms of delight, Friendship and Love, and wreaths of purest praise,

And mornings calm, and suns forever bright.

She veils the evils that attend our prime, Hiding behind a rose each treacherous

thorn,

Till her sad victims by impatince torn, Upbraids the slow and lagging steps of Time.

Too fast they come, and disappointments dread,

Pales the soft cheek, and dims the sparkling eye,

The young adventurer droops his languid head,

Wipes off a trickling tear, and learns

to sigh.

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OR,

WEEKLY

THE

VISITOR.

FOR THE USE AND AMUSEMENT OF BOTH SEXES.

VOL. XI.]

Saturday, August 25,....1810.

CONSTANTIA ;

OR, UNEXAMPLED MAGNANIMITY.

A TALE.

(Concluded.)

Constantia, tho' she shed many tears as she spoke, yet spoke in the tone of a determined martyr, I repeated every argument that reason and friendship could sug gest, to shake a resolution so pernicious to herself; but I could make no impression on her mind; shehad determined to adhere strictly to the letter, as well as the spirit of her father's interdictions; and, as I perceived, she had an honest pride, in her filial piety, I could no longer think of opposing it. Instead, therefore, of recommending to her a new system of life, I endeavoured to reconcile her mind to her present situation. "Perhaps," replied Constantia, "no female orphan, who has been preserved by Providence from absolute want, from infamy and guilt, ought to repine at her condition and, when I consider the more deplorable wretchedness of some unhappy beings of my own sex, whose mis. ery, perhaps, has arisen more from

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accident than from voluntary er ror, I am inclined to reproach my own heart for these murmers, which, sometimes, I confess to you, escape from it in solitude; yet, if I were to give you a genuine account of all that I endure, you, I know, would kindly assure me, that the discontent, which 1 strive in vain to subdue, has not amounted to a crime." She then entered into a detail of many domestic scenes, and gave me so strong a picture of life, destitute of all social comfort, and harassed by such an infinitude of dispiriting vexations, that I expressed a very sincere admiration of the meek and modest fortitude which she had displayed in supporting it so long. "I have, indeed, suffered a great deal," said Constantia, with a deep sigh; "but the worst is not over; I am afraid that I shall lose all sense of humanity; I can take no interest in any thing; and to confess a very painful truth to you, I do not feel as I ought to do, the undeserved attention and friendship which I am at this moment receiving from you." I would have tried to rally her out of these gloomy phantasies; but she interrupted me, by exclaiming, with a stern, yet low voice, "Indeed it i

rue; and I can only explain my sensations to you, by saying, that I feel as if my heart was turning into stone." This forcible expression, and the corresponding cast of countenance with which she uttered it, rendered me for some moments, unable to reply; it struck me, indeed, as a lamentable truth, to which different parts of her much-altered frame bore a strong though silent testimony. In ber face, which was once remarkable for a fine complexion, and the most animated look of intelligent good-nature, there now appeared a sallow paleness, and, though not a sour, yet a settled dejection; her hands also had the same bloodless appearance, retaining neither the warmth nor the colour of living flesh; yet Constantia was at this time perfectly free from every nominal distemper.

The entrance of Mrs. Braggard gave a new turn to our conversation, but without affording us relief. That good lady endeavoured to entertain me with particular attention; but there was such a strange mixture of vulgar dignity

and indelicate facetiousness in her

discourse, that she was very far from succeeding in her design.-She asked me, if I was not greatly struck by the change that a few years had made in the countenance of her neice, hinting, in very coarse terms of awkward jocularity that the loss of her complexion was to be imputed to her single life; and adding, with an affec

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tionate air of kindness, that, as she had some very rich relations in Jamaica, she should be tempted to carry the poor girl to the WestIndies, to try all the chances of new acquaintance in a warmer climate. I perceived the cheek of Constantia begin to redden at this language of her aunt. As the expressions of that good lady grew more and more painful to her ingenuous pride, the unfortunate Constantia, who found it impossible to suppress her tears, now quitted the room; but she returned again in a few minutes, with an air of composed sorrow, and of meek endurance.

I soon ended my mortifying visit, and left the town in which Constantia resided, with a disposition to quarrel with fortune for her injustice and cruelty to my amiable friend. It seemed to me as if na. ture had designed, that an affectionate activity, and a joyous benevolence, should be the vital springs in Constantia's existence; but that chance having thrown her into a situation, which afforded no nourishment to the lovely qualities of her heart and mind, she was perishing like a flower in an unfriendly soil.,

My imagination was wounded by the image of her destiny; but the good Constantia feeling the impression which her sufferings had made upon me, wrote me letter of consolation. She raigned herself, with an amiable degree of injustice, for having

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