This is not mentioned by way of boasting,but to shew that the fair daughters of Massachusetts are behind none in point of industry and dexterity.— This family, especially is entitled to no small credit for its exemplary assiduity. It makes annually upwards of 400 yards of cloth of different kinds for men and women’s apparel ; all spun, dyed and wove within itself, from materials of its own produce, excepting the milled cloths which are color. ed at the mill, of which may be seen elegant specimens.-Here we contemplate industry the parent of health, of innocence and of contentment, here we experience that true hospitality which ought to characterize the American farmer. Were our yomenry generally to imitate this family in house

hold manufactures, they would be relieved from the odious dun of the shop-keeper, and the curse of foreign gew-gaws and fashions, and their Country become emphatically Independent.


AExtract of a letter from a gentleloan in Boston, dated Soft. 19. -

I yesterday witnessed the expesiment of the Diving Bell, which to one was a great curiosity where a man went down at India-wharf. The depth of water from 30 to 40,

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My treasure, my wealth, is a sweet peace

of mind,

That peace I’ll preserve, as 'twas given, And taste in my bosom an earnest o

heaven ; For virtue and wisdom can warm the cold scene, And sixty may flourish as gay as sixteen.

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As well might we look for the rose From wintat's cold bosom to spring,


Or expect from the fields clad with snows,

All the fragrance which autumn can


No-believeme, ’tis only the breast Where gratitude dwells, can enjoy,

All the pleasures that life can impart, And happiness free from alloy.



As blooming Harriet moved along,
The fairest of the beautious throng—
The beau's gazed on with sq.miration,
Avow'd by many an exclamation—
what form: what naivete / what grace'
What roses deck that Grecian face!
* Nay, Dashwood cries, ‘that bloom's
not Harriet's,
'Twas bought at Reynold's, More's or
Marriot's ;
And though you vow her face untainted,
I swear by God, your beauty's painted.”
A wager instantly was laid,
And Ranger sought the lovely maid :
The pending bet he soon reveal’d,
Nor e'en the impious oath conceal’d,
Confus’d—her cheek bore witness true,
Iły turns, the roses came and flew,
* Your bet,” said she, “is rudely odd–
But I am painted, Sir—by God”

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AMEI,IA : OR THE FAITHLESS BRITON, founded usion facts. (Continued. ) . At that instant, a noise on the stairs attracted her attention. “It must be so! nay, I will see her’arrested the dreadful potion in its passage to her lips. “It is my Amelia ''” exclaimed Horatio, as he hastily entered the room.

Amelia started, and looked for some moments intently on her fathcr; then rused into his arms, and anxiously concealed the shame and agony of her countenance, in that bosom, from which alone she now dreaded a reproach, or hoped for consolation. He, too, beheld with horror the scene that was presented to his view ; he pressed his deluded, miserable daughter, to his heart, while a stream of tears ran freely down his cheeks; till, at length, his imagination, infected with the objects that surrounded him, conceived the dreadful purpose of the draught, which had fallen from Amelia’s hand, and anticipated a sorrow even beyond the extremity of his present feelings. When, however, he collected sufficient courage to resolve

his fears, and it was ascertained, 7

that the meditated act had not been perpetrated, a momentary sensation of joy illuminated his mind, like the transient appearance of the moon, amidst the gloomy horrors of a midnight storm.

When the first improssions of this mournful interview had passed away. Horatio spoke comfort to his daughter. ‘Come, my child, the hand of Heaven, that afflicted us with wordly cares, has been stretched out to guard you from everlasting wretchedness : that Providence which proves how vain are the pursuits of this life, has bestowed upon us the means of seeking the permanent happiness of that which is to come. Chear up, my Amelia . The errors of our conduct may expose us to the scandal of the world, but it is guilt alone which can violate the inward tranquility of the mind.” He then took her hand, and attempted to lead her to the door.” Let us withdraw from this melancholy scene my love l’ ‘Look there !’ said Amelia, pointing to the corpse, “ look thcre l’ ‘Ah 'said Horatio, in a faultering accent, ‘ but it is the will of Heaven '' “Then it is right,’ cried Amelia, ‘give the poor victim a little earth,


sir is it not sad to think of 2– and I am satisfied. She now consented to quit the room, and was conveyed in a carriage to the inn, at which Horatio (who immediately returned to superintend the interwent of the child) had stopped on his arrival.

It is now proper to inform the reader, that after Amelia had left the Cottage, and the alarm of her elopement had spread around the neighbourhood, the Farmer hastened to communicate to Horatio the transactions which he had witnessed, and the suspicions which his wife had conceived of Amelia’s situation. The wretched father sickened at the tale.-But it was the sentiment of some passion, and not of resentment, that oppressed his soul. There are men, indeed, so abject in their subjection to the opinion of the world, that they can sacrifice nat:

ural affection to artificial pride,

and doom to perpetual infamy and wretchedness, a child, who might be reclaimed from error by parental admonition, or raised from despair by the fostering hand of friendship. Horatio, however, entertained a different sense; he regarded not the weakness of human virtue as an object of accusation, but liberally distinguished between the ci imes at d the errors of mankind ; and, when he could not ałieviate the afflicted, or cor. rect the vicious, he continued to lament, but he forebore to reprobate. “My poor Amelia ‘. How

basely has her innocence been betrayed But I must follow her ; may be, her injuries have distracted her, and she has fled, she knows not withet ! Come ! Not a moment shall be lost ; I will overtake my child, wherever her sorrows may lead her ; for, if I cannot procure redress for her wrongs I wili, at least, administer comfort to her miseries.” Such was the language of Horatio, as soon as he could exercise the power of utterance. A few days enabled him to arrange his affairs, and having learned the route which Amelia had taken, he embarkcd in the first vessel for England. The peculiar object of his voyage, and the mature of his misfortunes, determined him to conceal himself from the knowledge of his friends and correspondents ; and a lucky chance discovered the wretched abode of his Amelia, the very instant of his arrival in London.

‘Can you tell me, my good host where Doliscus, the lord ---------, resides " " Marry, that I can,” replied the landlord;’ his porter is just now talking with my wife ; and if you will step into the next room, perhaps he will shew you the way to the house, Horatio advanced towards the room door, and, upon looking through a glass pannel in the door, he beheld the identical servant that had attended Doliscus at the cottage, in eager conversation with the hostess,--He paused. ‘ She is delivered ; but the child is dead ;” said the

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