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will produce my wituesses, &c. who will reveal his odious character. Let him advance and speak.”

The judge ordered Delaware to answer ; but the discourse of his mistress had made so great an impression upon him, that he tremblingly owned he had deceived her. On this confession the judge ordered him to marry this damsel within a month, or, at that time, to deliver himself up to confinement, till he had paid the damages which should be levied on him.

After the trial, I went to the lovely maid, who persisted in her first determination. In this decision I encouraged her, and established her resolution. At last I hinted that, in her canton, she could be no longer respected. I told her I was a citizen of the world, and would protect her in any cottage where she would lay her head—I thought her still virtuous, and would respect her as one who had been deceived, but was not guilty. She looked at me with the stern penetrating eye of virtue, “In one character only, said she, can I accompany you, and that delicacy forbids me to assume, could you so far forget it as to offer.

Leave me; added she, modesty once lost, cannot be restored. I cannot regain my character, but I can die." I can tell you no more ; but must add that she is not dead, and that I am happy. Many probably fall like my shepherdess, without losing that innate modest decorum, which not only characterize, but may be said to constitute virtue. Its representative is often very different; but to analyze our enjoyments is sometimes to destroy them.



Wanted immediately, several hundred men to superintend the -education of four children, who will be treated as one of the family.

Yesterday morning two parcels were taken-in custody, charged with stealing a great coat at Swineshead Statue.

The neighbourhood and inhabitants of Grantham were, the

other day, thrown into great confusion, in consequence of them glass gunpowder being prepared only by T. Wilkins.

Last week John Jones was indicted for stealing-Lori Wellington, and several other Lords and gentlemen.

On Friday last W. Winn, Esq. was attacked by two--panes of glass.

Yesterday a new work was published by-a royal Bengal tyger.

A glutton, for a trilling wager, eat up—two old houses, which were just going to be pulled down.

Last night a furious beast tossed—St. Paul's, and a great many other churches.

Last Thursday the Honourable Mr. L. received, at the hymeneal altar, the hand of the beautiful and accomplished Miss D. -To the last moment he appeared perfectly resigned to his fate.

A very numerous and respectable meeting was held at the London Tavern, for the purpose of-forging a five-pound Bank of England note.

Richard Holby was executed yesterday, pursuant to his sentence, for having stolen—the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral.

Bow-street.-A man was brought to this office, charged with having picked a gentleman's pocket of—a fine chesnut horse, thorough bred, sixteen hands high. Therc were the strongest proofs of his guilt.

The following is said to be an infallible cure for the toothache, viz.—the eighth edition, complete, of the works of Shakespear, in octavo, neatly bound in calf, with guilt edges.

Wanted, a young man, who will, if his master wishes-cut his throat.

Last week a violent thunder-storm-was sentenced to be transported for life.

Yesterday an amazing shoal of herrings, in number exceeding ten thousand, were seen-walking arm-in-arm in Hyde-park.

Subcriptions are most earnestly requested for a poor woman, who had the misfortune to fall down and break her leg, as she was stepping over-that noble piece of architecture, Wesminster Abbey.

It is strongly rumoured that Bonaparte means to invade England with-a large coal-barge, quite new. The dome of St. Paul's Cathedral, we are extremely sorry

to hear-was drowned last week, whilst bathing in the Serpentine in Hyde Park.

A very long debate lately took place at the Society of Arts and Sciences, on the propriety of petitioning for-a new moon.

The monument was, a few days since,-delivered of three fine boys, who with the mother, we are happy to say, are doing as well as can be expected. A fine horse, the property of a noblemen going abroad, will

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some time in the month of October,--stand in the pillory for defrauding his creditors.

It' has been some time in contemplation to remove Fleet-market--to the Pavilion åt Brighton, for the benefit of the air.


(By Mrs. Trist.)

The progressive stages of man's existence bear a striking analogy to the vicissitudes of the seasons, comprising in each month a period of seven years, which calculation suppositiously extends the duration of life to the advanced age of eighty-four; beyond which all must be considered a dreary blank, neither desirable to ourselves, nor profitable to others.


This month, which commences our winter, may be justly compared to the infant state of man, whose faculties are yet in embryo. The sunshine of joy irradiates but transiently; it íllumes his early days with gleams of pleasure unsubstantial and evanescènt. A tedious night of helplessness and ignorance effaces the impressions made during the day. Artificial warmth, invigorating pourishment, and refreshing sleep, are all that nature requires for support and solace.


The bud of intellect now begins to expand, and requires the genial rays of instruction; as in the tegetable world, the all


cheering luminary of spring draws forth the bud of early promise.
All is gaiety and pleasure, nature appears decked in vivid de-
lightful colours; variegated, fresh, and blooming. No gloom
darkens the surrounding atmosphere ; every object presses on
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MARCH 14 to 21. This month is generally ushered in with boisterous winds, and pipping frosts. The hapless marine beholds his vessel wrecked upon the very rocks which bound his much loved home. Vege

: tation perishes through severe untimely frosts, and deluging rains descending with impetuous force, crush the springing blade, and despoil the promise of the gay parterre. Even thus do the rude passions of man's soul, at this unsettled period of existence, breaking forth with resistless ardour and impetuosity, wreck the fragile bark of youth. The torrent of dissipation sweeps away the principles of virtue which have not had time to take deep root, and every worthy impulse of the mind is blighted by the pestilential breath of bad advice, or baneful example,


APRIL-21 to 28.

Sunshine and showers now prevail alternately: the blossoms of fair promise appear emerging from every expanding bud. Nature is decked in her most attractive garb; a few passing clouds $cure the horizon, but they soon disperse, leaving the opening prospect bright and lovely, So do the temporary sorrows of youth disappear, leaving no painful recollection on the mind. Like the refreshing showers which revive drooping nature, are the trivial disappointments of this early state, which

serve but to render hopes gay-perspective more alluring.

MAY-28 to 35.

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The face of nature now wears its freshest bloom; the gardens are filled with fragrant flowers ; the trees are rich in foliage, and the swelling corn now begins to fill the ear. Man is now in his most luxurious stage of existence; his form has attained its fullest growth; his morals are formed, and the strongest energies of the mind disclose themselves, and he contibutes to the improvement and gratification of others by the exertion of his useful or agreeable qualities,


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The mid-day of the year, like that of life, is now before us : we begin to gather the fruits, and already some of the spring-flowers fade and wither. Dense clouds obscure the sun, even at noon; vivid lightnings shoot athwart the sky, and the thunder, in an unexpected moment, breaks over our heads. Man now prepares to gather the fruit of his good works, or begins to dread the punishment of his transgressions. The simple hopes and pleasures of youth fade in the memory; clouds of prejudice obscure his reason ; misfortunes burst unexpectedly upon him, astonishing and appalling him, even in moments of joy and fancied security; he perceives that the days of unrestrained indulgence are short, that a long winter of remorse may succeed, and happy is it for him, if he profit by the hint which the season affords.

JULY-42 TO 49.

The bright days of summer are now passing away, with swiftness unheeded, midst present enjoyment. The tempting fruits have been plucked from the trees, leaving them bare and unsightly, though some of later maturity, still bend beneath the luscious burthen: the hay has been mown; the corn is ripe for the sickle, and after crops of grass begin to shoot from the earth. It is now that man too, is drawing towards the harvest of his joys. Many of the pleasures which he once pursued with avidity have lost their zest. They who have too prodigally wasted their talents or resources, remain neglected as useless incumbrances, while others who have preserved their morals uncorrupted, and have suffered their judgments to be matured by experience are sought after as precious fruits, and justly, appreciated for their superior excellence. A new generation is also at this period springing up to perpetuate his virtues, claiming all his care and attention ; anxiously he watches the progress of his rising offspring in the fond hope of future profit and comfort to himself, and general benefit to society.

AUGUST-49 To 56.

The yellow tints of autumn now serve to check our exultation, and remind us that earthly bliss is not permanent. As the aspect of nature undergoes a gradual change, so does also the face of man : his brow begins to furrow, his locks turn grey, and the bloom of healthful vigour fades from his cheek. Pleasure fatigues his relaxed frame, and exertion weakens his intellectual powers, which have now passed the season of improvement. The winter of age seems to be advancing with rapid strides, more hasty than welcome. He looks back with regret to the hours of spring and summer, when all was gaiety' and 'mirth; they seem to have receded with unwonted rapidity, and the present hour is too often wasted in unavailing retrospection, or dissatisfactory anticipation.

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