1 Your jays and your magpies may chatter on trees, And for groves, O! a fine grove of chimneys for me!" Captain Morris some years since received the prize of the gold cup from the Harmonic Society for his Anacreontic song, Ad Poculum, which we shall bere transcribe: "Come, thou soul-reviving Cup, And try thy healing art; And warm my wasted heart; Give me, while thy lip I kiss, The heav'n that's in thy stream! In thy fount the Lyric Muse Anacreon fed upon thy dews, And Horace drain'd thy spring! I, too, humblest of the train, There my spirit find, Freshen there my languid brain, "When, blest Cup! thy fires divine O'er my melting mind, And drinks the tear behind! "Ne'er, sweet Cup, was vot'ry blest More through life than me; And that life, with grateful breast, Thou seest I give to thee: 'Midst thy rose-wreath'd nymphs I pass Pleas'd, while Time runs thro' the glass To Fancy's brighter day! Then, magic Cup, again for me The subject of this memoir has for many years past moved in the first circles, and frequented the best company. His Songs" Political and Convivial" have passed through no less than twenty-four editions. We could wish that they had been in some places less prurient, and would recommend it to his serious attention to publish a volume of his poetical labours, which, while it would contribute essentially to his own reputation, might be read by a modest female without a blush. MR. BURR, LATE VICE-PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. ALTHOUGH America no longer appertains to the imperial crown of the British isles, yet its inhabitants are dear to us on many accounts. They are still connected by alliance as well as by commerce; they speak the same language; live under a form of government free like our own, and are descended from the same common ancestors. Every thing relative to them is therefore both heard and read with no common share of interest in this country; and their celebrated men, such as Franklin, Washington, and Jefferson, have been claimed and considered in some measure as our own. Aaron Burr, late Vice-President of the United States, was born about the year 1755, at Princeton in New-Jersey. His father, a presbyterian clergyman, and president of the college in that place, was a man of considerable learning, and a native of Fairfield in Connecticut. His mother was the daughter of Jonathan Edwards, of the last-mentioned province; a name famous in controversial theology and metaphysics, whose work on the "Freedom of the Will," and " History of Redemption," are well known in this country, and have ranked their author in the first class of the dialecticians of the last century. So dextrous was Mr. Edwards in the use of distinctive argument, and exemplary in his life and conversation, as even to epurate the puritans of his country, and form among the congregationalists a new sect, to which his name has given a sort of organic consistency; they accordingly call themselves Edwardeans. It is no part of our object to enter into the merits of this controversy, and we leave the theological grand 3 father father for the political grandson; who is probably as little solicitous about the tenets of the sect as any of his contemporaries. Mr. Burr was but an infant when his father died. The grandfather, Mr. Edwards, being nominated to succeed the elder Mr. Burr, his son-in-law, as president of the same college, he also soon after paid the debt of nature, leaving young Aaron still a child: however, having been literally born in a college, he continued there until he took his degrees according to the usual forms. This happened to be about the time that the war of independence broke out, which gave so much and such animated employment to the young men of America. Mr. Burr, like Mr. Barlow and many others, was immediately translated, if we may make use of such an expression, from the college to the camp. This occurred during the campaign of 1775. His first enterprize was in the character of a volunteer in the little corps of Arnold, in the famous expedition to Canada; which traversed the woods, or rather the wilderness, from Boston to Quebec. They arrived half famished, the latter end of November, in that northern region, without tents, provisions, horses, or artillery, in the face of a formidable fortress, and they themselves only four hundred strong! A storm however, in addition to contrary winds, delayed the passage of the river, and alone prevented this little host from assailing, and perhaps carrying, the town when they first came in sight. Being disappointed in this object, and having 1805-1806. A a given given time to the gallant English General, Sir Guy Carleton (now Lord Dorchester), to collect his forces, and defy the menaces of these audacious invaders, they found themselves obliged to wait the arrival of Montgomery, who was expected from the upper country. This able leader made his appearance towards the close of December; his force, however, was not much superior to that of Colonel Arnold, except in artillery. When these two adventurous commanders had united their means, they found they were indeed small; but, on the other hand, they were all they had to expect! It was the dead of winter; they must either conquer or retreat, and that too without delay. In the mean time, Mr. Burr attached himself to General Montgomery in quality of aide-de-camp, and the issue of their assault upon Quebec is well known. His commander and two officers of the staff were killed in the action, Arnold was wounded, and near half the troops were made prisoners in the town. The remainder retreated in confusion, but formed and fortified their little camp immediately in the neighbourhood of the place, where they still kept up a menacing countenance the rest of the winter. Mr. Burr remained with the northern army, sharing all its fortunes; which, during the next campaign of 1776, were rather honourable than brilliant. During this time he rose to the rank of lieutenantcolonel. But he with his fellow-soldiers had only to wait the succeeding year of 1777 for the turning of the scale. Burr |