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ance to awaken in the mind a desire towards mental cultivation, and to appropriate the passing hour to improvement. But, alas! all the powers combined in human nature, I fear, cannot stop the man of pleasure in his thoughtless career, and render him sensible of 3. impropriety, indeed the sinfullness, of wantonly destroying time.
Another indulgence which swallows up an incalculable portion of time, is sleep. Nearly half the life of the generality of mankind is suffered thus insensibly to steal away. In sleep, man resembles death ! Stretched upon a bed as upon a bier, his limbs are stiffened and every faculty silenced by this temporary stupor, the counterfeit of that awful change which dissolves this sublunary hfe.
Who could in such a gloomy state re
main JLonger than Nature craves? Thomson.
Sleep was designed by the Almighty to refresh nature, which, when exhausted, is an inestimable tlessing. Exercise and the ordin'ary labour of man, soon wears down the system, diffusing thro' it an universal languor, and un
bends every energy of organic life.
Tepose then becomes a refreshment the most delicious. The physician that in a few short hours, heals our complaints, invigorates the body and winds up the spring *f fife; but if by an unskilful pro
-ocess, he keep us lingering a long time, he debilitates and finally destroys the system. Five or six hours' sleep has been found by experience, sufficient to refresh any constitution possessed of its natural vigour. The man who labors excessive, unquestionably requires more than one of easy habits.Yet even this, sloth and the pernicious custom of man has perverted. The labourer sleeps but sir hours, when he, of whom it may with propriety be said is the whole of his existence literally asleep, doses nine and ten hours of the twenty-four ! What self-murder? what suicide this? How does man become the slave of ruinous and morbid inclination : If we would wish to become useful, we should be industriotis. The moments of life are numbered and dealt out to us with the most scrupulous exactitude. Why then throw away those moments in dissipation that should be contributed to the cultivation of intellect : Or to speak in the words of the poet already quoted—
ANEcDore of FREDERIC THE GREA?
No officer of the guards at Pötsdam, dared go to Berlin without the king's leave. A masquerade was one day given at Berlin, where the king was expected, and he thought that every officer would have asked leave at the parade to go to it, but no one advanced for that purpose, and his majesty, much surprized that no one should ask, supposed they meant to come incog. ; upon which he resolved to watch narrowly every mask of whom he had the smallest suspicion. On entering the masquerade, he looked round, and soon perceived a mask, whom he knew by his height to be one of his guards. The king, therefore, sent several of his attendants to find out the mask, but all to no purpose. -He was, however, resolved to know who he was, and went himself masked, and asked him—"Are you not Lieutenant G'—‘Yes I am; but I am here without the king's leave, and he is a scoundrel that tells where I am." This is a common expression in the Prussian army, and means, keep the secret, or forfeit your honour. The king was thus bound to silence, but determined to punish the officer for being at the masquerade without leave ; upon which he spoke to an officer of the rifle corps which the mask observing, left the saloon, mounted his horse, and gallopped back to Pottsdam, undressed, hid his domino, and went to bed. He had not been long
report absent last night. The Colonel answered, “None, that he had found them all in bed.” When the king saw his scheme had miscarried, he walked up and down, and stopped before the officer in question, and whispering in his ear, said: ‘I make you a captain, but you are a hundsfott (a scoundrel) if you tell it to any body.” As soon as the king was, gone, they all came round the officer, and asked what the king had said to him, but he would not tell, and replied, “nothing, nothing.’ After a twelvemonth was passed, and mot a word had transpired, finding the officer kept the secret, the king sent him a commission. dated a year back.
NEW-roRK, 5UNE 2, 1810.
The city.Inspector reports the death of 35 persons (of whom 15 were men, 9 women, 6 boys, and 5 girls) during the week ending on Saturday last.
By further information from London it appears, that Sir Francis Burdett had been taken to the Tower, escorted by a strong body of guards; that upon the return of the troops, the mud and stones Yrom the populacebegan to play on them in such showers, that they could endure the assault no longer, but charged the multitude sword in hand; that the firing became pretty general; that the mob continued the fight for some time, but that they were finally defeated, leaving several dead and wounded on the field of battle ; and that, at the date of our last advices, the city was perfectly tranquil.
The combined Portuguese & English forces in Portugal amounted to upwards of 100,000 men, and further reinforcements were expected from England.
Bonaparte's marriage took place at St. Cloud on Sunday the 1st April, and en Mouday the new married pair entered Paris.
“A most surprizing circumstance,” say the Paris papers, “is, that, at St. Cloud, the weather was pretty fair, at the same time that the streets in Paris were inundated with an incessant torrent of rain. Fears were entertained with regard to the festivity of the ensuing day: and we had already began to lament the loss of so many preparations in the capital to celebrate the most august of ceremonies and the most memorable of events—But the star of the Emperor once more prevailed over the equi. noctial gales. At the moment when the cannon announced the departure of his majesty, the sun dispersed the clouds; and nothing was wanting to the splendor
of the most delightful fete that we have
Under the head of Paris, March 19, it is stated, that on the preceding day the daughter of the Senator, Lucien Bonaparte, arrived in that city. Lucien either disgusted with the apostacy of Napoleon, or fearing for the permanence of his power, has long declined to par. take of his fortune. The arrival of his daughter at Paris, is probably the signal for a reconciliation.
The British Admiralty have issued orders, for a swift sailing cutter or other vessel, to prepare to sail for America, and from thence to the island of Sombrere, and all other West-India islands, ...to search for and endeavor to ascertain the fate of Jeffery, the seaman belonging *o the Recruit sloop, who was inhumanIy set on shore on the above named island of Sombrero, by his commanding officer, the Honorable Captain Lake, for the enormous crime of stealing a bottle of spruce beer / / * - = To corr ESPONDENTS. Several pieces, under the signature of VANEssa, which have for a long time been mislaid, will be attended to as soon : as possible. Other communications on file will receive due attention.
The alteration suggested by P. was not received from the Post-Office until too late to correct the procedure. Any communication from our friends in the lower part of the city, thro’ that channel, will receive due attention in future.
On Tuesday evening, by the Rev. Mr. A. Bullions, the Rev. Mr. Robert Bruce, to Miss Margaret Gosman, daughter of Mr. George Gosznan, all of this city.
..At Milford, (Com.) on the 17th wlt, by the Rev. Mr. Bezaleel Pin
nas, Mr. Joseph Pruden, only son of Muton Pruden, to Miss Mancy Strong, only daughter of John Strong, esquire. Old Maids, don’t despair : In East Greenwich, (R.I.) Mr. Henry Olin, aged NINorr-ahree years, to Miss Sally 4lesworth, aged sevexorr-Frve 1 old joys revived again At Stamford, (Con.) Col. Joseph Hoyt, aged orcarr-rour, to the Widow Ann Wichols, aged Erchar *Hyo. At Southold, (L. I.) not long since, $ohn Hubbard, Esq. to Miss Abigail Corwin–Dr. Ebenezer W. Case to Miss Prudence Moore—Mr. Simeon Benjamin to Miss Esther Wines. At Shelter-Island, capt. Ezekiel Hä. vene to Miss Roxana Case—Mr. David Talmage to Miss Susanna Mayo. " - D I E D, On Saturday evening last, after a lingering illness, Mr. lfilliam Boggs, in the 44th year of his age. On Monday last, Thomas Manies, youngest son of Mr. Robert Manley.