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ORIGINAL POETRY.
Ptoih. the Spantah of Triarte—Fable 14.
The Muff,\ the Fanytatd the Parasol.
IF he is thought to be a fool,
Deserving ridicule,
Whose looks proclaim, that he alone
Knows all that can be known;
He who for one thing’s only fit,
Is not less void of wit.
On this wise, o’er a tabWspread,
A shrewd urabrell?4aid,
In dialect, perhap<some\vhat,
Like that of Esop’s pot:—
“Why neighbour Fan,and gooddy Muff,
You must be precious stuff,
Since -half the year, at least, you lie,
Thrown in a corner by ;
(For muffs in summer never sfirf
And fans give wav to fur
Whilst I, more serviceable found.
Am used the whole year round;
And, rain or shine, am kept in call,
Umbrella now, now para-*tL”
-• V. ujmjJHiui may?-:
Selected.
' '*> '; m „ ■ «:. -
Ode for May.
At lengtbreturning May has spread
mantle o’er the ground;
’'4
while Flora revels in each mead, ;•? v
With thousand vary’d beauties croam’cL
Boreas and Eurus cease their reign,
Their cutting blasts no longer bring,
°ld Wbltcr’*
Had chiU d the breaatof youthful Spring.
Bit Street b zephyr’s breath 1—-the
i breeze
t ?*** Ore stream hi manton play ;
urgently whispers through the trees.
The welcome teigh of genial May. ?
B ey’ry grove the feather’d choirs,
or responsive, chaunt the song,
Nature’s seif inspires,
*Tis
love that bids them stretch their
throats,
*Tis love distends each swelling breast,
And rives fresh vigor to their notes,
fn ev*ry thrilling strain express’d.
*Tis thine, each sorrow to remove,
Sweet month, that bid’st the landscape
glow ;
For thou canst fill the soul with love,
And banish heart-corroding woe*
To ev*ry muse forever dear!
For this the poet tunes the lay;
For this in each revolving year, a* *
He sings the welcome reign of May,
•• Concise Preaching. 41
A clergyman who had often been re
torted upon by hi* bearers for the tedi
ous length of hi* sermons, one day had
when P.a, charity sermon to preJfch,
chose the following for hi* text He
“ If you hie the security—down rtnth
your money
Lov* Rewarded : A Spanish Tale,
The plaids in which Lima, the capital
of Peru, is built, are the most beautiful
in the world j they are of a vast extent,
reaching from the foot of the Andes,
or Cordelier mountains, to the sea} and
are covered with groves of orange-trees
and citrons, Watered by many streams ;
«ne of the principal amongst which,
washing die walls of Lima, falls into
the ocean at Calloa, which latter place
is the scene of the following story.
. To this city Don juan de Mendoza,
yet an infant, had come over with his
father from 'old Spain. The father ha
ving borne many high offices in Peru,
died much esteemed and honored, rather
than rich. The young gentleman had
in early youth conceived a very violent
passion for Donna Corpelia. de JPejm,
daughter to a wealthy merchant who
dwelt in die city or Gallon, at that, time
the ben port in the wcst«ra world; .
wiw wiuu ldirf. me ucw ai
the passengers rejoicing in
tion of seeing once more
their nativity. Amidst th<
San;
ration. The sea teemed to
up into the sky, the arch ol
bend downwards. The Con
highest mountains of the Strl
their foundation, andHPfefc
with a sound, that appeared
a total diaaolntion or ftatur
the subject plains with fire,
rocks « immense magaitw
alTv ' The houses, arsenal, an
of CalloMottertd from side i