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For the 1.ady's Miscellany.

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SKETCHES FROM LIFE.
.Wo. I. -

Take then O world ! thy much indebted l tear.

How sad a sight is human happiness

To whose whose thought can peirce beyond an hour *

Young.

WHEN I look back upon my past life,and reflect upon the many days that have been spent in the most supine idleness, which might otherwise have been devoted to the acquirement of some useful science, and of that knowledge, which has for its aim, the teaching of men the ‘better how to live ;’ and,that those hours are irretrieveably swallowed up in the boundless ocean of eternity ; my mind is harrowed up with the keenest poignancy of self reproach, and sickens at the gloominess of retrospection. When I look back to the nights of debauch—the hours of dissipation, and the scenes of vice which I have passed over, to the impairment of my health, and the subvertment of those resicctions which must ever arise in the bosom of him who is couscious of nothing but a well spent life ; the compunctions of that internal monitor of my soul is ever on the alert to invent the most excrutiating torments and pours them with a merciless fury upon a head con

night revel, the splendid ball, the

facinating charms of music, and,
‘ thou too beauty,’ calculated to
arouse the too vivid passions of
youth to the highest pitch of inor-
dinancy : these could once quick-
en the now languid fluid and set
every desire in a blaze. But where
are their charms and their facina-
tions now 2 They are vanished
and fled forever! The sweetest
harmony no longer sooths, and the
most perfect form . of “nature's
mould’ engenders in this broken
bosom, nought but pity. Where
are the companions of my dissipa-
tion and revel, they who once
basked in the warmest sunshine of
prosperity, unmindful of the pass-
ing day ; and who at the cheering
festival. could ever set ‘ the table
in a roar.” Alas! some now lie
in the cold embrace of death : and
those who remain, like spectres
haunt up my imagination and fill
it with the sharpest daggers' But
ah, the measure of retrospection
is not yet filled up. Its gall and
bitterness flows yet faster ; and
can I blasphemously ask for a re-
trenchment when I think of thee
Evelina. Methinks I now see thee
enter the gay and thoughtless As-
sembly. Methinks I again hear
the whisper of admiration, and as
light as fancy, see thee lead down
the airy Cotillion. With serpen-
tine eye I watched thy light ‘fan-
tastic movement’ and the grace
of motion. Isow did my soul
thrill with the most extatic im-
pulse, when thy hand came in con-

scious of its guilt. The mid

tact with mine ! Beauteous Eve

lina, your angelic face then glowed with the strongest liniments of health and innocence; but my mechanisms found too easy an avenue to an heart inexperienced in wily guile. er just opening thy various sweets to the morning sun–I like the deathly night-shade entwined thee, and thou sunk polluted to the ground. A father and tendermother fell with thee I Yes, their grey hairs could not brook thy disgrace—they are now happy But thou—oh soon may thy head too be senseless to the pelting of the storms of life. Am I not then a murderer and a villain 2 Oh

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On Thursday evening last, at half past 9 o'clock, a fire broke out in a Pottery on the premises of Mr. Joshua Sands, at Brooklyn, and raged for an hour and an half with almost unconquerable fury, consuming in its course seven buildings, chiefly stores, and a shed, with the most of their contents.The buildings were the property f Mr. Sands, and the goods, principally cotton and hides, owned in New-York and stored in them.— The whole damage is estimated at 30,000 dollars. The floating engine from this city, arrived in season to be of essential service in finally terminating the ravages of the destructive elemcnt,

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Singular combat with a Bear.

On Friday the 21st instant, [September] two lads by the name of David and Samuel Morse, of Concord, Vt. one of whom was aged 13 years, the other 16, went for the purpose of helping to kill a bear, which was caught in a trap. When within a short distance of the bear, it extricated itself from the trap, and closed in with the oldest lad, who brought the bear under him as he fell. The other youth with that true courage which characterises the “Green Mountain Boys,” willing to share the danger with his brother, caught the bear's head and confined it to the ground with his hands, having no weapon about him. This alarming scene being in sight of Mr. Morse's house, the mother of the lads flew to their assistance, caught the trap, which in her cool moments

unable to manage, and with the first blow beat out the bear's eye, and then drove the spring of the trap into his mouth, and held it in that position until Mr. Carruth and Mr. Hamilton arrived and dispatched him. In the wrestle with the bear, he caught the youth's

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right hand in his mouth, which very considerably wounded

No other injury was sustained. So striking an instance of preservation, by the judicious effort of true cour

age, probably has not occured since the settlement of this State.

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