JOHN CASPAR WURMSER.

The celebrated John Caspar Wurmser, always swore by himself, and used no other oath, hol

ding this so sacred that nothing

could make him break it, or in the slightest degree depart from it; and when John Caspar said it, it was sure to be true, and certain of being performed, and nothing

could shake the firm resolve which he had once sanctioned, with his Christian name. A soldier of his regiment, who had served seventeen years, and during this period had always demeaned himself in a most exemplary manner, by the seduction of his comrades had undertaken to do, what in time of war was attonable only by death, but otherwise excusable by corporal punishment.

It was unfortunate for this soldier, that when the report was made, the general was in a bad humour, and on hearing it, exclaimed, As sure as my name is John Caspar, this fellow shall be hanged.'

The officers of the regiment pitied the poor man's 's case, but as the General had sworn by his forename, they did not dare speak a good word for him. The day of execution came, and the Genera was at the head of his regiment, and gave the word of command; when the delinquent was within the lists, he threw himself on his knees, and begged the General to

grant him a favour? upon which the General said, if it be for any thing after your death you ask, you may be assured it shall be fulfilled, but hang you must. The soldier execution that he asked, but that said it was for something after his he might suffer calmly, he begged the General to assure him on his

oath, that he would perform his petition. The General answered, 'As sure as my name is John Casper, I will perform it.' Then the soldier begged that the General would, after he was dead, kiss his posterior. The General, for his word's sake, pardoned him, because he would have been at all events obliged to break one of his caths.

THE OLD BAILEY.

On Tuesday, Ann Flynn was indicted for stealing from a butcher in Whitechapel a shoulder of mutton. It appeared in evidence, that the prosecutor being busy with his customers on a Saturd night, the prisoner availed hers of that opportunity, and carri away the shoulder of mutton. She was, however, soon seized and brought back, and an officer being. sent for, she was carried before a magistrate, and committed for trial. These facts being proved, the prisoner was called upon for her defence, and she told a tale of woe that penetrated every ear. — She acknowledged the robbery, but solemnly declared that she

persons summoned a jury could not be made, most of them having before expressed the'r opinions, and were therefore objected to. It is said that Tinker had committed some atrocious act of which the deceased was a witness, and therefore the boy was put out of the way

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

"The Weekly Inspector" is unavoida bly omitted. "The May Sprig," shall appear in our next. "Uncertainty of Friendship," on file-and several other communications under consideration.

MARRIED,

On Wednesday evening last, by the Rev. Mr. Parkinson, Mr. William Neil, Printer, to Miss Ann Wreath, both of this city.

On Thursday evening last, by the Rev. Mr. Moore, Mr. Burnell Brown, to Miss Margaret Grozart, || daughter of John Grozart, Esq. all of this city.

By the Rev. Mr. Fish, Mr. Ira Bush, of the house of Rice & Bush, Boston, to Miss Hester Brague, of Long-Island.

On Thursday evening, 10th inst. at Bloomingdale, by the Rev. Mr.|| Gunn, Mr. Francis A. Lowrey, to Miss Eliza Webber, daughter of Philip Webber, of that place.

On Saturday evening last, by the Rey. Mr. Burke, Mr. James Maxwell, merchant, to Miss Jane Deurman, second daughter of Mr. Justis Dearman, ad of this city.

At Norfolk, on the evening of 1st May, lieut. Walter G. Anderson, of the U. States Navy, to Miss Ann Crawford.

At Philadelphia, John Williams, merchant, to Miss Mary Wali,

At Philadelphia, Robert Walsh, jun. Esq. of Baltimore, to Miss Ann Maria Moylan.

At Utica, on the 1st inst. Mr. Daniel Thomas, merchant, of that place to Miss Surah-Ann Stringham, of this city.

DIED,

At Philadelphia, Major Matthew Shaw, an active and useful soldier during the revolutionary war.

Wednesday morning, after a tedious illness, in the 57th year of her age, Mrs. Abigail Van Hook, relict of the late Arendt Van Hook.

On Tuesday 8th inst. in the 66th year of his age, Mr. Francis Bull, formerly of the house of Bull and Allen, and late Translator of Languages:

On Monday morning at seven o'clock of a lingering illness, which she bore with christian fortitude, Mrs. Jane Gardner, aged 37 years, wife of captain Hiram Gardner.

On Friday 11th inst. at his house in Robinson-street, Philip Livingston, Esq.

On Friday, 11th inst. Mrs. Ann Brooks, relict of the late _Michac Brooks, deceased.

On Tuesday morning, 15th inst. Mr. Frederick Bokce, in the 35th year of his age.

At Baltimore, on the 6th inst. Miss Euphemia White, daughter of the late Moniel White, of Westches ter, in the state of New-York.

On the 23d of April, at the Bucks County, Alms House, Pennsylvania, Dinah, a black woman, a native of that county, aged 116 years.».

The following lines, written by a gentleman who resided at Georgetown, (Columbia) at the time, were elicited on witnessing one of the most tremendous Tornadoes that, perhaps, ever occurred on the American continent,

For the Lady's Miscellany.

THE STORM.

HAIL thou morning Sun! thou god of day!

In all thy pomp and majesty appear!
Universal soul of Nature hail!
Thy electric benign breath pierce thro'
Matter all, as far as human ken
Can penetrate. No part of God's most
Wondrous works is found devoid therein
Perhaps it is this we call the soul
In all existing things. It is this,
Perhaps, that gives us bliss or pain, that
Sets our thoughts a thinking, informing
What we are! It is the most perfect,
Subtile, and refulgent clement

That mortal man can possibly conceive;
It is life and death to all creation;
It ever was and is the same-
Unmixed with baser matter--
We call it electric. 'Tis by the
Transcendent, eccentric and benign
Influence of this most strange & perfect
Element, that all creation exist,
Have their being and their end.-
Thy genial warmth urge forth to birth,
And inly throbs with bliss supreme-
This vivid flame throughout all frame-
The source and bliss of sexual love!

Thou God of all existing worlds!

Deign finite man, proclaim his thanks
To thee, for all thou hast bestow'd
In bounty great, in order best,
E'en angels envy men below.

The fields all green, with flowers gay,
Of exquisite beauty, fragrance, texture;
Those, by heat of sun, exhale their fumes
Until expanded air is burden'd
With its weight and bulk-

To breathe in air like this is pleasing,
Man feels his mind and body great;
The ravished eye lost in expanse,
The taste and smell receive their fill
In fragrant fumes, in heav'nly gales
That dance o'er all these happy vales. '

When heat and drought continue long
Then gay nature's plastic frontlet
Withers, in pallid hue and trembling
State, anxious waiting death in drought
Now summonest loud the clouds, with
Rain, from various parts of heav'n,
Now ether darkens, in anger grim,
As if God decreed to close account
With all the world, and, in the moment
Of his resolve, uge forth headlong to
Perdition's ruin this massiac globe,
And all its things.

Now Boreas Blows a furious blast;
The placid, impid lake is at once
Disturb'd from blushing smiling surface
Into bill and dale, and angry waves,
In regular succession, raise their
White tops, emulating drifted snow
That lay in curious, curvious volumes,
Blown in heaps by western gales.
The finny race is then alarmed
And forc'd to shelter in hollow rocks
Remote from harm.- All the tenants
Of the shade receive disaster-
The well-invent'd web, by spider spun,
To catch the unwary flies that swim
Along in merry glee- All the
Peaceable tenaments of miriads,
Where nests, and eggs, and much pre
vender

Lay in heaps for winter store--this
Desolating war to them, the wind
O'erturno-their empire and all their

Progeny destroy.

The sturdy Oak majestic, that brav'd
For ages, the full career and tide
Of wind, now bend and bow with low
Submission-the deep, insinuating
Avaricious root, that plodding made
Good its hold for length of days & years,
Gives up its charge with great reluctance
Down the emperor of the shade, with
Crash' sonorous, tumble to the ground.
Not e'en the oak is thus destroyed,
The laboured work of art, that fill'd
The historic page, and graced the land
For ages, noy to their foundations
Shake, and all at one give way.-
The dust, the leaves, the light trappings
Of the shade, are whirled along in
Great confusion, now above & now below
In mad'ning mood, until all is convolv❜d.
The semblance like the blast of cannon
Pronouncing tidings glad!
Now vivid, limpid, liquid lightning
Dash, descend, pierce the clouds, until
With dismal din and loud alarm, the
Earth to its centre shook & all creation
Bow'd with awe-as ten thousand mad'-
ning

Cannon breathe and roar their furious
Blast-man tho't crcation all dissolved
At such tremendous roar.

Then down descend the rain, in great
Profusion.

The plastic, saturated plants again
Uplift their heads, in eager dance they
All peep forth, and assume their former
Heav'nly hues. Now ether clear, Phoebus
On radiant, golden ear, o'er plains of
Heaven, proclaims aloud to insect race
The danger far. They glad obey-
They issue forth, from thousand homes,
In dresses gay and merry mood-
Extol their maker's praise in thousand
Notes, and each one striving ť vie the
Rest in beauty, industry and dispatch;
Gathering the stores all-bounteous
Nature has provided, for their comforts
And their wants. The num'rous, varicus
Feathered race, whose beautiful
Exteriors exceed description

Each of these pronounce the storm o'er;
In shrill and lofty tone, as if bound
In Nature's bands, not to rival but
To excel in praise, adore their maker's
Laws, until strength and fancy bid them
Cease.-
As soon those cease
Another race of birds and insects,
By day unknown, consume the dark,
Relating all each others' woe or bliss-
Thus every night, in jargon great,
I close my eyes and take my rest,

B. D.

Georgetown, (Col. ) June 17, 1806.

SONG, IN "UP ALL NIGHT.” Air-As pensive I thought on my love, CLD Flam was a lawyer so grim,

He married his maid, people say; But scarce was the honey. -moon dim, When the Devil cried, Flam, come away! Oh! Oh! Story of wo! When the Devil cried, Flam, come away! How she wished that the tear-drop would fall,

But poor Mrs. Flam could not weep; And soon in a black velvet pail,

She popped the old lawyer to sleep.
Oh! Oh! &c. &c. &c.

She thought of her love as she lay,

When the ghost of the late Mr. Flam, In his green velvet cap, came to say, "Phoo! nonsense! your grief is all sham."

Oh! Oh! &c. &c. &c. Quoth she, "Ghost, I'm no longer thine, I won't lie alone in the dark, For to-morrow at half after nine, Mr. Flam, I shall marry your clerk.” Oh! Oh! &c. &c. &c.

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