Nought but the grave's contracted span,
'Its coldest clod upon my breast,

'Can quench this flame for perjur'd man,
'Can cool this burning heart to rest!"

The pray'r was heard, Death mild and meek
Like a sweet dream, came "light as air,"
He breathed life's roses from her cheek,
And gently plac'd his lilies there!

ANECDOTES-FROM THE FRENCH.

A GASCON was vaunting one day that in his travels he had been caressed every where he went, and had seen all the great men throughout Europe. Have you seen the Dardanelles? says one of the company; Parbleu, says he, I must surely have seen them, when I dined with them several times.

Henry IV enacted some sumptuary laws, prohibiting the use of gold and jewels in dress-But they were for sometime ineffectual. He passed a supplement to them, which completely answered his purpose. In this last, he exempted from the prohibitions of the former, after one month, all prostitutes and pickpockets. Next day there was not a jewel nor golden ornament to be seen.

An ignorant fellow seeing several persons reading with spectacles, went to buy a pair to enable him to read. He tried several, and told the maker, they would not answer-as he could not read with them. Can you read at all? asked the other. No: says he,-if I could, do you think I would be such a fool as to buy spectacles?

A Gascon received a very severe flogging with a cudgel, without daring to resist. A few days afterwards he met with a poet who had lampooned him severely. Pardieu, says he, if you ever dare make free with me again, I shall give you a severe cudgelling. You can readily afford to give it now, replies the other, as you received so large a stock the other day.

NUPTIAL.

MARRIED, at Halifax, N. S. Aug. 22, at the seat of Sir John Wentworth, Bart. RICHARD CUNNINGHAM, Esq. of Windsor, to Miss SARAH ARTHORP MORTON, eldest daughter of the Hon Perez Morton, of Boston, and niece of Lady Wentworth.

MORTUARY.

DIED, on the 9th ult. on his passage from the Havanna, in the Twenty-fourth year of his age, MR. WILLIAM ANDREWS, son of THE REV. DR. JOHN ANDREWS, Vice Provost of the University of Pennsylvania.

Blessed with the advantages of a liberal education, and endowed with qualities of the mind, and affections of the heart, active, vigorous, and amiable, he was qualified to render himself highly useful and ornamental to society at large, as well as in the smaller though not less important circles of social and domestic life. He was distinguished for his filial and fraternal affection; and from the uniform correctness of his character, though arrested in the bloom of life, was enabled to meet the summons of Death with tranquillity and resignation.

"The man who consecrates his hours,

By vig'rous effort, and an honest aim,

At once he draws the sting of life and death."

YOUNG.

Died, on the 21st inst. at Germantown, Mr. JOHN EDMUND HARWOOD, formerly of the New Theatre. As a comedian, his chaste and inimitable performance will be ever remembered with delight by the admirers of the drama. As a poet, he will hold a distinguished rank among the native genius of the age; and as a man, he will be always recollected with admiration and esteem.

"Where are his flashes of wit now, that were
"Wont to set the table in a roar."

TO READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS.

THE gentleman, who, greatly to the popularity of this work, sometime since drew what he very modestly denominated Outlines of the life of the venerable Penn, will emphatically please many friends, in the most liberal latitude of that term, by occasionally employing that literary leisure, which he enjoys, in sketching whatever strikes his Fancy, and has the sanction of his Judgment.

G. W. F., who with the science of a philosopher, the prudence of a physician, and the pen of a scholar, favoured us, during the Spring time, with an Essay on the use and nature of Wine, is assured that his future communications will be highly acceptable at any season. This agreeable author is certainly not without inspiration, whether his beverage be wine, or water.

Among the numerous essays we have received, which may be classed among the best productions of our correspondents, we cannot refrain from recommending very strongly to the attention of the reader a translation from the Spanish, with the interesting title of the Literary Republic. This ingenious essay is conveyed to us in the form of a vision, which would not have disgraced the genius of a QUEVEDO. The translator, who is fully adequate to this, or any other task, in the walks of Polite Literature, will render an essential service to mere English readers, by continuing her researches among the elegant authors of Spain, and conveying to us their sterling sense in her own easy expression. Nothing can be more deplorably stupid than the vulgar idea which has been cherished respecting the character and habits of the modern Spaniards. From simple or prejudiced travellers we have heard so much of Castilian jealousy and Castilian laziness, of the insolence of the clergy, and the ignorance of the laity, of inquisitorial horrors, of the broiling Philip and his gridiron Escurial, of the duke of Alva and a devilled Dutchman, of lazy monks and roguish nuns, of bad husbandry and bold beggary, that many a sober man, who ought to be ashamed of so preposterous a conclusion, has inferred from the wildest of premises, that literature and the arts, and every high, holy, and honourable sentiment are utterly extinguished in that glorious country, which has been governed by the councils of a XIMENES, extended by the adventure of Columbus, defended by the Toledo of Castile, and illuminated by the genius of CERVANTES. Nothing is more common than to listen to very sturdy declamations against the state of letters in Spain, and nothing can be more atrociously false, than these unfounded invectives. The fact is, that Learning has her temples in Spain, as

well as in Scotland. Literary societies and men of genius are more numerous than ever. Publications of uncommon merit are constantly issuing from the presses in all the cities of Spain. Salamanca sends forth her scholars with all the learning of their predecessors, and ten thousand times more of their liberality. Sentiments truly catholic pervade the kingdom. The fine and useful arts are sedulously cultivated; and Knowledge, the sage, and Genius the magician, wave triumphantly their wands over anlingenious, an inquisitive, and inventive nation. This vindication of the character of a calumniated country is not a spontaneous burst of feeling, in consequence of her interesting attitude at this eventful epoch: no, it is the deliberate opinion of years. The writer of this article has repeatedly indicated to his countrymen the pure well springs of that Honour, which the noble-minded Castilian prizes as an inheritance; and of that literature, which he so often adorns by his example. The topics of common calumny have become perfectly stale. There is as much jealousy in Philadelphia or Boston as in either of the two Castiles. An Arragonian is not more ignorant than a Vermonter. In the vale of Valencia, agriculture is as green and gay as in the county of Bucks, and the mountains of Leon, and the expanse of Estremadura are covered with as white sheep, as any to be found in the commonwealth of Pennsylvania. The monk and the nun are as innocent as the nymphs and swains of primitive Plymouth, or pastoral Newhampshire. The Escurial, though it may look like a gridiron, has, at present, none of its other properties, and the genius of Philip II no longer presides over the Spanish monarchy.

As at the present juncture, men are peculiarly solicitous about every thing respecting Spain, we feel an extreme desire to make this country better acquainted with the other. We do not mingle in their political strife, but we wish to be applauding spectators of their race on the courses of Literature. Their noble language, an idiom incomparably superior to that of two of their nearest neighbours, an idiom which oftentimes for dignity, energy, and magnificence challenges a comparison with the purest dialects of Greece and England, is a rich exchequer, whence Industry directed by Discernment, and accompanied by Taste, may draw at pleasure bullion more bright than that of Mexico, and coinage of a better impress, than any that mints can give.

A series of highly interesting letters, that passed between Voltaire and D'Alembert on the subject of Shakspeare, though long on our files, have not, on our part, been wilfully neglected. But we have locked, at present, in vain for some authorities and documents, necessary to the defence of the first of dramatic authors.

The Biographer of the late Dr. E. L. M‘Call is doubtless in possession of many interesting facts and anecdotes, respecting other members of the medical choir. To these materials, whether massy, or the mere scantlings of information he can give a pleasing and durable shape, and we hope that he will become a willing workman.

We very cordially applaud both the plan and the execution of the MONITOR. The design is obviously useful, and we sincerely hope that many of the valuable hints and judicious observations of a man of business and experience will be attentively regarded by that public for whose benefit they are patriotically intended. Even to men much older and more prudent than Telemachus, a Mentor and a Monitor are admirable guides.

The INQUIRER, No. I, which was published in our Miscellany for June, we hope will be resumed and regularly continued. On a thousand questions, pertinent to literature and life, clouds and darkness often dwell, and whatever contributes to disperse them is entitled to the attention of the scholar, and the man of the world. We hope that our author's doubts, candidly stated, and queries, distinctly proposed, will always obtain a satisfactory solution and a direct answer.

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