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into the lotiery? No, Sir," says the farmer, “ I hope I have too much prudence than to run such risks.” Why than take my advice, my good friend, and suffer any inconvenience sooner than go to law, as the chances are more against you there than in the lottery."

A getleman having a remarkably bad breath, was met by a celebrated Irish wit at Lucan's coffeee-house, who asked him where he had been ? “I have been taking the air this morning,” says he, “which was rather disagreeable too, as I had a d- d north wind full in my face all the time." Come, come,” says the wit, “ don't you complain ; by G-d, the north wind had the worst of it."

Pytheas, the daughter of Aristotle, being asked which was the most beautiful colour, made answer, that of modesty.

Dr. Parr is not very delicate in the choice of his expressions, when heated by argument or contradiction. He once called a clergyman a fool, who, indeed, was little better. The clergyman said, he would complain of this usage to the Bishop. "Do," said the Doctor, “and my Lord Bishop will confirm you."

At a late assize in Somersetshire, the court was extremely crowded with persons anxious to hear a case of great interest, which stood first on the list. The Judge entered and taking his seat, waited till the Crier should open the court. No voice, however, was heard-all was silent suspense. At length the Judge rose up—"Where is the Crier—what is he about that he doesn't

open

the court ?" A countryman, pressing forward among the crowd, exclaimed "He's not here ; his wife's dead, my Lord-he can't cry to day.”

A young woman meeting a learned Doctor, in the square of a certain town, asked him where she might find a shopkeeper whom she wanted. The Doctor gave the following direction : “ Move your pedestrian digits along the diagonal of this rectangle, in a line perpendicular to the earth's equator, till you arrive at the junction of the two sides. Diverge then to the left, at right angles-Perge for about fifty paces in that quadrangle, and you will have occular demonstration of him, standing in an edifice for the purpose of illumination.”

Do not expect too much from your friend. If you take a friend, you must take him with those frailties which are common to humanity ; and from which he will not be fully delivered till mortality is swallowed up in life. The most correct understanding has its prejudices; the finest temper has its irregularities

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and in friendship, a certain strength of mind is necessary, to rise above those mere accidents of character, and to settle on excellencies which are unaffected by circumstance.

Poetry.

PALMYRA ; OR, TADMOR IN THE DESERT.

Mr. Editor, I shall feel obliged if you will insert the following in your Gleaner, thinking it not inferior, in some parts, to the Palmyra which appeared in No. 1, Vol. II.

Your obedient servant, October 31, 1822.

OXONIENSIS.

Spirit of greatness! clad in gorgeous gloom,
Still thou art brooding o'er thy Tadmor's tomb
’Mid these vast fabrics, in their huge decay,
Where silence weeps, the mind still owns thy sway ;
Else whence this breathless awe, which mocks controul,
This depth of stillness,- and this pause of soul ?-
As round some monarch, hurled from lofty state,
Yet e'en though crownless, powerless, hopeless,-great.
Proud progeny of mightiness gone by!
Ye yet disdain all desolate to lie :
Still grandeur lifts his furrowed brow sublime
In tottering majesty, and frowns on time:-
Still beauty's shades—still giant shapes of might,
In Græcia's pure magnificense bedight,
Awe from their ken the grimness of the wild,
Where, scarred at her own horror, never smiled
Benignant nature. Art here raised her throne,
That she might reign stupendously alone.
As flames the beacon fire more boldly bright
When not a star illumes the black of night ;-
So deep embosom’d 'mid the cheerless waste,
In sightlier splendour, rich, yet richly chaste,
Show'd fair Palmyra ;-still so passing fair,
You scarce can deem that desolation's there :
It seems no wreck, but arts fantastic play,
Peerless in downfall,-perfect in decay.
The eye roams wilder'd through a wondrous maze,
Which spreads and thickens on the ravish'd gaze :

Crowd moontide glories, twilight, midnight shades,
Pillars, and palaces, and colonnades
Fragments and sculptures blended ʼmid the throng,
Princely piazzas stretching all along,
Arches high-sweeping, like the sky-born bow,
And fanes that seem their matchlessness to know :-
While wraps the whole in witching wide embrace
A circumambient atmosphere of grace.
How joys the soul dispread amid this scene ;
Shc works tumultuous, or she swells serene :-
Now hovers here ;—now sweeps athwart the vast;
Now shoots her lightning speed down, down the past :-
Hears commerce roll her torrents from afar,
Or dread Zenobia pour the tide of war :-
Then, borne on stronger pinion, meets the age
When Salem gloried in that royal sage
Who bade lone Tadmor, proud at his behest,
To rise,-an island on the ocean's breast-
But still the godlike thought triumphant reigns,
That whilst all matter fails, the soul remains ;
That all these high imaginings combine
To prove her boundless, deathless, and divine.

OXONIENSIS.

ON THE FALLING LEAF.

How dubious hangs the tender leaf,

When Autumn shakes the sceptre near ;
It seems to sigh-it seems to weep,

And pray her yet awhile to spare.

Its little form, so near undone

Before it feels the dreaded blow :
So man, whose course is almost run,
Moves tottering o'er the

grave

below:

When life is scarcely worth a breath

(Whose nerves are trem’lous and decay'd), Doth supplicate the monster Death

Longer to spare his scythe's red blade.

The leaf falls down, is seen no more,

By winds far driven to its lot;
Man sinks within th' appointed shore,

By all but greedy worms forgot.

THE HERMIT.

PILGRIM AND HUNTER.

Pilgrim loquitur.
Where dwells your pious Hermit, good St. Eustace ?

Hunter.

That cell's his home, there, musing, will he sit
And watch the bubbles of yon gurgling rill,
In meditation lost: calm holiness
Beams from his tranquil eye—the crucifix
Oft kiss'd in pious rapture, and the beads
(Dependent from his venerable neck),
The lone companions of his solitude.
The village hinds with reverence greet the sage,
Whene'er, perchance, they cross his lonely path,
And awe-struck children pause, and bow their heads
In token of respect. Still there are some
Who think that coward conscience racks his breast;
That many a crime, done in the lust of youth,
Disturbs the tranquil eve of mortal life.-
Strange tales of mystery catch the vulgar ear,
And Superstition finds a ready soil
To graft her legends on, among the poor
Untutored rustics of these distant wilds.
But I deem time more sinned against than sinning,”
As does our pastor ; for at yonder cross
He's oft a suppliant, and, on bended knee,
Pours forth his prayers and thanks to heaven's high port,
Invoking pardon for his worldly foes.

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EPIGRAM.

While her cheeks youth's glow display
Maria's teeth do wear away,
Some say, and truly say, no doubt,
Her ceaseless tongue 'tis wears them out.

BANKKUPTS.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19.-W. Middleton, Liverpool, tea dealer. –J. Wood, Bishopsgate-street, grocer.-0. Mills, Warwick, wine merchant.-J. Buckley, Hollingreave, Saddleworth, York, woollen cloth manufacturer.-J. Cayme, jun. and T. B. Watts, Yeovel, Somerset, spirit merchants.-J. Day, Fenchurch-street, merchant.-J. Durham, Lower Shadwell-street, butcher.-W. B. White, Strand, draper.-G. D. Clark, Strand, merchant.-C. Chambers, Steel-yard, Upper Thames-street, ironmonger.-E. Weaver, Bristol, ironmonger.-S. Salmon, Regent-street, stationer.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22.-J. Hewlett, Gloucester, cabinet maker. -J. Fox, Bath, grocer and tea dealer.-L. Evill, Walcot, Somerset, money-scrivener.-W. Gregson, Kingston-upon-hull, linen draper.-R. Childe, Little Stretton, Salop, blacksmith.-E. Wilson and P. Wilson, Methley, York, malsters.-G. Blackband, Guosall, Stafford, grocer.-A. Cuming, Claines, Worcester, draper.-J. Kewer, Golden square, Middlesex, carpenter.-R. Birkett, Liverpool, Lancaster, dealer and chapman.-R. Leyland, Liverpool, Lancaster, soap boiler.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26.-W.C. Gill, Melksham, Wilts, linen draper.-W. Armstrong, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, merchant.-A. Bremnef, Bond-court, Walbrook, merchant.-R. Belawy, Spaxton, Somerset, shopkeeper.-P. Robinson, Kendal, Westmorland, mercer and draper.-R. Henessey, Whitecross-street, timbermerchant.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 29,–J. Lee, Horsleydown, Surrey, lighterman and wharfinger.-W. Hudson, late of Camberwell, Surrey, bricklayer.-J. Eastwood, York, clothier.-W. Whittle, Dorset, tanner.-J. Douglass and D. Russell, London, drapers, and mercers.-H. Underwood, Cheltenham, builder.-W. Barratt, Holborn, bricklayer.

MARRIAGES.-On the 10th ult. Mr. Corney, of Arundel, to Miss Newland, of Torrington.-On the 14th ult. at Broadwater church, Mr. James Jutten, builder, to Miss Ann Peakins, Both of Worthing.–At Ripe, Mr. Edward Mannington, miller, to Miss Lucy Radford, of the same place.—At Newick, Mr. John Sturt, to Miss Mary Holman, both of Lewes.-A short time since, at Brighton, Mr. James Mullerns, of Acton, to Miss Eliza Chapman, of Lewes.

-On the 26th ult. at Broadwater church, by the Rev. Peter Wood, George Grenville Pigott, Esq. to Miss Charlotte Long, youngest daughter of E. B. Long, Esq. of Hampton-Lodge, in

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