Star.
London, England, 1828-04-30 00:00:00

WEEPING.

Young women are full of tears. They will weep as
bitterly for the loss of anew dress as for the loss of an
old lover. They will weep for anything or for nothing.
They would scold you to death for accidentally tearing
a new gown, and weep for spite that they cannot be
revenged on you. They will play the coquette in your
presence, and weep when you are absent. They will
weep because they cannot go to a ball or tea party, or
because their patents will not permit them to run away
with a blackguard ; and they will weep because they
cannot have everything their own way. Married wo.
men weep to conquer. Tears are the most potent arms
of matrimonial warfare. If a gruff husband has abosed
his wife, she weeps, and he relents and promises better
behaviour. How many men have gone to bed in wrath,
and risen in the morning quite subdued with tears and
a curtain lecuire ? Won:en weep to get at their hus-
band's secrets, and they also weep when their own se-
crets have been revealed. Tliey weep through pride,
through vanity, through folly, through cunning, and
through weakness. They will weep for a husband's
misfortune, while they scold himself. A woman will
weep over the dead body of her husband, while her
vanity will ask her neighbours how she is fitted with
her mourning. She weeps for one husband that she
may get another. The st Widow of Ephesus" bedewed
the grave of her spouse with one eye, while she squinted
love to a young soldier with the other. Drunkards are
much given to weeping. They will shed tears of bitter
repentance this mometr, and sin the next. It is no
uncommon thing to hear them Cursing the effects of in-
temperance, while they are poising the cup of indul-
gence, and gaping to gulp down its contents. The
beggar and the tragedian weep for a livelihood; they
can coin their tears, and make them pass for the'cur-
rent money of the realm. Tt.e one weeps into a cha-
ritahle humour,..and the other makes you pay for being
forced to weep along with him. Sympathy bids us
relieve the one, and curiosity prompts us to relieve the
other. We relieve the beggar when he prefers his claim,
and we pay the tragedian beforehand. The one weeps
whether he will or not, but the other weeps only when
he is well paid for it. Poets are a weeping tribe. They
are social in their tears; they would have the whole
world to weep along with them. Their sensibility is so
exquisite, and their imaginations so fantastic, that they
make even the material world to sympathize with their
sorrows. The dew on the cheek of a lily is compared
to the tears on the ch ek of a disconsolate maiden—
when it glitters on the herbage of twilight, it is called
the tears of the evening ; and when the sun rises and
exhales the dew drops from the ihwers, it is said to
wipe away the tears of the mot ning. Thus we have a
weeping day and a weeping night, weeping rocks,
weeping waterfalls, weeping willows, weeping grottoes,
weeping skies, steeping climates; and if any signal
calamity has befallen a great man, we have, to finish
the climax—a weeping world !

William Jones, who was Died and acquitted of the
murder of Mrs. Jeffs, and convicted of stealing a coat,
and sentenced to transportation, was on Saturday last
removed from Newgate, with other convicts, to Chat-
ham, prior to his being conveyed from thence toVan Die.
men's Land. It is well known that the late Mr. Jones, the
rather of the young man, like many other literary men,
was very unfortunate in his speculations. Since the trial
of Jones, his widowed mother bas been in a desponding
state of mind, and on Sunday last she died of a broken
heart. William Jones was her favourite son, and from
the period of his Leing charged with the crime of mur-
der, bis mother's keal►h declined.

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Sontag is German for Sunday.—The new singer is
therefore literally Miss Sunday. Sir W. CURTIS ob-
served the other day, that Miss Tuesday or Miss Satur-
day would have sounded better for the Opera; but
anotLer facetious Alderman thought the name proper
enough, as he said it signified that Mademoiselle Sontag
was not an everyday singer.
Yesterday a panel of boys were out birdnesting, at
Fulham, when two of them, for the purpose of out-doing
their companions, resolved to climb up one of the
highest trees in the field. They had scarcely, however,
arrived at the top, when a dead branch, on which they
rested, broke, and precipitated them to the bottom.—
Their little companions immediately obtained assistance,
and the unfortunate boys were carried to a surgeon, but
life was extinct in one before they reached the house,
and the other is not expected to survive.