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The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1825-12-31

palk ihuo' diiit 10 tuat Ozark pOrt-the grave.
MAN.
The following beautiful poem is copied FROM
MS. of very old date, in the possession of a
who has kindly forwarded it for the
RUTH TELLER. The Editor believes he has
EN- it in print, and thinks it is by Sir John Da-
es but, not having that authors works at
md he cannot say positively.
Like as the damask rose you see,
Or like the blossom on tree,
Or like the dainty flower in Nav,
Or like the morning to the day,
Or like the sun, or like the shade,
Or like the gourd which Jonas had,
Even such is man, whose thread is spun.
Drawn out and cut, and SO is done
The rose withers, the blossom blasteth
The flower fades, the morning hastetb,
The sun sets, the shadow flies,
The gourd consumes, and man he dies
Like to the grass that's newly sprung,
Or like a tale that's new begun,
Or like the bird that's here to-day,
Or like the pearled dew of May,
Or like an hour, or like span,
Orllke the singing of a Swan:
Even such is man that lives by breath.
Is here, now there, in fife and death.
The grass withers, the tale is ended,
The bird is flown, the dew's assembled,
Inc hour is short, the span not long,
The swans near death, mans life is done
Like to the bubble in the brook,
Or in glass much like look,
Or like the shuttle in weaver's hand.
Or like the writings on the sand
Or like thought, or like dream,
Or like the gliding of the stream
Even such is man, who lives by breath,
is here, now there, in life and death
The bubbles out, the looks forgot,
The shuttle's flung, the writings blot
The thought is past, the dream is gone,
The waters glide, mans life is done.
Like to an arrow from the bow,
Or like swift course Of water-how,
Or like that time 'twixt food and ebbs
Or like the SPIDERS tender web,
Or like race, or like goal,
Orlike the dealing of DOLE.
Even such is man, whose brittle state.
Is always subject unto fate
The arrows shot, the food soon spent.
The time no time, the web soon rent,
The race soon run, the goal soon won,
The dole soon dealt mans life soon done
Like to the lightning from the sky,
Or like post that quick doth HE,
Or like quaver in song,
Or like a journey three days long,
Or like the snow when summers come.
Or like the pear, or like the plum;
Even such is man, who heaps up sorrow.
Lives but this day, and dies tomorrow
The lightning's past, the post must 60.
The song is short, the journey SO,
Inc pear doth rot, the plum doth fall,
The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1825-12-31

Ter pieces, without the knowledge OF the auth
d hope that the pleasure which have deri,
IN their perusal may be participated by other:
Yours, sc. NJ B
WRITTEN AT ROME, BY THE REV c. C. PIsB.
TO A LITTLE BIRD.
Loveliest creature,
Every feature
Tells me thou art happy here.
Whilst thou daily
Sing'st SO galy
Let me shed the lonely tear.
Yes, my pretty,
Let thy ditty
Still be blithe and gay as SPRING
On the bowers,
On the flowers,
Spread thy many.coloured wing
Sport away
From spray to spray
Winter soon shall blast these plains
Then twill grieve me,
Thou must leave me,
Then must cease thy sweetest strains.
Yes, yes, pleasure
Is measure
Which no being long can keep;
Tho we smile,
And sing awhile,
Pass an hour, and we shall weep.
So thou'lt know it,
So thou'lt shew it,
When compelled to leave thy nest
Yes, sweet singer,
Thou shalt linger
On some foreign tree, distrest.
When like thee,
On thy fond tree,
| could range my native hill,
Then my lay
Like thine was gay,
And if it could be, gayer still.
Little feared I,
Little cared l.,
For the day that was to come
Beneath my bow'rs
spent the hours,
And caroll'd--for was at home
When most fearless,
When most careless,
All ! gloomy day arose,
And stroke
My rapture broke,
And turned my pleasures into woes
From my home
Condemn'd to roam.
lighted on these lonely plains;
And here distrest,
Tho once so blest,
Waste my Tyre in plaintiye strains.
The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1825-12-31
TO THE EDITOR OF THE GARLAND.

SIR-I send you the following, with several
other pieces, without the knowledge of the author,
and hope that the pleasure which have derived
from their perusal may be participated by others.
Yours, sc. NJ. b.
The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1825-04-23

by all eyes, and fatigue most earsi Yet
this is generally the case at every must
cal sat home,' which aspires to concert.
This observation, however, does not ap-
ply to the cultivation Of the art, or the
practice Of it with moderation, where the
performer aims at no more, than to sing
a simple melody, in time and tune, and
to obtain general knowledge Of harmo-
ny. When these are acquired, when the
words of the song are we'll chosen, (Which
should never be in language, the per-
feet knowledge and pronunciation Of
which the performer does not possess
when they arc sung with decen; feeling,
and the songster, though pleased to diff
fuse pleasure among her friends around
her, evidently retires from the observing
eye,-it is one of the highest gratifca-
lions which is given to mortals to re-
ceiye. Perhaps an Italian hypercritic
would deny it to be music. In fact it is
something better, virtue and pleasure
alternately smile
There too does HyDen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear
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teach his pupil the alphabet, procured
four and twenty servants, each having a
huge letter painted upon his breast, which
the pupil was obliged to call out by name
whenever he wanted the services of its
wearer.
Labor Lost.-A learned m an Of Naples,
Martoreli, occupied himself for tw o years
In writing an enormous memoir in order to
prove that the ancients were not acquaint-
ed with the use of glass for windows -
and fifteen days after the publication of
bis folio, a house was discovered in Pom
heii, all the windows of which were paned
with glass; Nat Gaz.
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THE NIGHTINGALE

It is considered somewhat singular
hat the noblest and sweetest description
OF the song Of this plaintive warbler
should be the production of Prose wri-
ter. Who can adduce on the subject,
morsel Of such impressive beauty as the
following by Isaac Walton?
But the Nightingale, another Of my
airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud
music out of her little instrumental throat,
that 1t might make mankind to think
miracles are not ceased. He that at mid
night, when the very labourer sleeps Sc
curely, should hear, as l have very often,
the clear sounds, the sweet descants, the
natural rising and falling, the doubling
and redoubling Of her voice, might well
be lifted above earth, and say, "Lord,
zVhat music hast thou provided for The
saints IN HeaUen, 7vhen thou afordeSt bad
men such music on earth !''
Robert Palmer.-The late Robert Pal
mer vas in the early part of his life bill
sticker, which circumstance was pretty
generally known to the performers. One
evening, dressed for Sir Brilliant Fashion,
he strutted into the green room, with
sparkling buckles in his shoes and at his
knees, and brilliant ring on his finger.
One of the company inquired if they were
real. 81 wear nothing 6nt diamonds"
replied Palmer. 81 congratulate you,"
said John Bannister, " for l remember
when you wore nothing but taste." This
occasioned war, which was heightened
by Mrs. Jordan crying out, Stick him
against the 7VaU, Bo6-atick him against
The zvaN.'- London hohcr.
It is related that the ingenious tutor of
a young Prince rather stupid, in order &c
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POETRY
SELECTED FOR THE GARLAND.
A SONNET TO HOPE.

o, ever skilpd to wear the form We love
To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart,
Come, gentle Hope with one gay smile remove
The lasting sadness of an aching heart
Thy voice, benign enchantress, let me hear,
Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom
That fancy's radiance, friendships precious tear,
Shall soften, or shall chase misfortune's gloom.
But come not glowing in the dazzling ray,
Which once with dear illusions charm'd nv eve
o strew no more, sweet fatterer, on my way,
The flowers fondly thought too bright to die
Visions less fair will soothe my pensive breast,
That asks not happiness, but longs for rest
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While the breeze cannot wake

Even biow,-
When there is silence in each leafy bower,
There be our meeting-alone-in that hour
Oh F! let no cold eye
OF others be DER us
Stiffness be spread on high,
Beauty before us
Then down the lovely cheek
Silently stealing,
Should warm tear speak
The fullness of feeling,
Fondly I'll chide, sweet!
That symbol of sadness -
Surely, when lovers meet,
All should be gladness
Stay till along the sky daylight is darling,
Then will we weep-'tis our moment of parting
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THE SULIOTE MOTHER.
By MRS. HEMANS.

MRS. HEMANs.
Various writers on Modern Greece have related
the fate of those Suliote women who threw them
selves, with their infants, from the precpces Of
their mountainous territory the conquest and
approach of Ali Pacha. One of those narrators
adds, that wild song chaunted by the mother.
before committing the act of desperation
She stood upon the Hottest peak.
Amidst the dark blue sky,
bitter smile on her cheek,
And dark fash in her eve.
" Dost thou see them, boy 2-thro' the dusky pines
Dost thou where the foeman's armour shines
Hast thou caught the CLEAN of the conquerors crest
My babe that graded on my breast
Wouldst thou spring from thy mothers arms with
That sight hath cost thee father, boy -
For in the rocky strait beneath,
Lay Suliote sire and son
High had they heap'd the piles of death,
Before the pass was
"They have crossed the torrent, and on they come
Wo for the mountain-hearth and home
There, where the hunter laid by his spear,
There, where the Tyre hath been sweet to hear,
There, where sang thee, fair babe to sleep,
Nought but the blood-stan our trace shall keep"
And now the horns loud blast was heard,
And now the cymbals clang,
Till ev'n the upper air stirr'd,
AS cliffs and holows rang.
g Hark they bring music my joyous child
What saith the trumpet to SulIs wild
Doth it light thine eye with so quick fire,
AS if at glimpse of thine armed sire
-Stll-be thou still there are brave men low
Thou wouldst not smile couldst thou see him now!''
But nearer came the clash of steel,
And louder swelPd the horn
And farther yet the tambour's peal,
Through the dark pass borne.
:" Hearst thou the sounds of their savage mirth
Boy, thou vert free when gave thee birth
Free, and how cherished my warriors son
He, too, hath bless'd thee, as have done.
Ay, and unchan'd must his lov'd ones be-
Freedom, young Suliote, for me and thee !"
And from the arrowy peak she sprungy
And fast the fair child bore;
veil upon the wind was fungi
A crv--and all was DER
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COMPARISON.

Man is the rugged lofty pine,
That trowns on many wave beat shore
Women the slender, graceful vine,
Whose curling tendrils round it Irvine,
And deck its rough bark sweetly DER
Man is the rock, whose towering crest
Mods DER the mountains barren sides
Woman's the soft and messy vest,
That loves to clasp its sterile breast,
And wreath its brow in verdant pride.
Man is the cloud of gathering storm,
Dark as the ravens murky plume
Save where the sunbeam, light and warm,
OF woman's soul and woman's form,
Cleans lightly on the gathering gloom
Yes, lovely sex to you tits given
To vile our hearts with angel SWAY
Blend with each wo blissful eaven,
Change earth into an embryo Hearen,
And sweetly smile our cares away
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THE MEETING AND PARTING.

The following lines are taken from little volu1n
just published, entitled Australia. with other Pc
ems, by 1hos. X. Hervey (which contains SIEVE
raj other pieces equally graceful, tender and beat
tiful
When in yon fading sky
Summer light closes,
And the lone spirits sigh
Steals DER the roses
When in the waters still
Twilight is sleeping,
And on the purple hill
Night dews are weeping
Where DER the sumbcring lake
Droops the fond willow,
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
From the Ner England GALAXY.
MASONRY.

This is emphatcally the season OF Orations. We
know not when the public have been favored--aye,
favored, with many rich and elegant and SEN
sible productions in the way of orations,-or poti-
cal and civil sermons, which are much the same
thing. Public dinners, on great and uncommon oc-
casons, have elected speeches, and the annual re-
turn OF certain festivals, elections, and merry meet
ings, have been the means of producing dscourses,
which, to speak mercanely, are of quality a
shade or two higher than those in the market last
year. TO continue our metaphor.-vile as it is
quote SpSgue's (Wm. b. Election Sermon,
Fro hingham's Artillery Election Discourse, Web
ser's Bunker Hill Address, and Charles Sprague's
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
"a Mothers sorrow cannot be conceived,
"But by Mother.' HANNAH MoonE

t'-Af'-.'t
marked mother at the tomb Of her son. Her
sable garment coincided with the deep gloom that
hung heavily around her heart. Her declining
head her close clasped hands, her fixed position.
her tear bedewed cheek, bespoke the intensity OF
her soul. The scene struck the strings OF my sym
pahy, and correspondent tear, flowing from the
impulse of similar feeling, trickled down my
cheek. Fancy lent her creative power 10 my mind,
and methought heard the grief inspiring soloquy
O the hearthroken mother, as she resolved in her
depressed mind the following thoughts "Ah
yes, my child ihcu art numbered with the dead
The curtain Of my hopes has suddenly dropped,
and the thick cloud Of soul rendlng dependency
shuts the lille Of Joy and tranquility from my mind.
When feeble infancy was thine, with what rapture
watched the pleasurable smile, playing on thy
hesth-llushed cheek II was then that my heart
bounded with ecstasy, and antcdated the joys OF
youth and the happiness of manhood. | thought
thou wouldst have been the pillow OF my old age
thought thou woulds have supported my toltering.
decllniag life, when the hand OF Time had quench
Cd the fervor Of its vitality. But ah those love-
aulit hopes gone forever they are buried in The
humid earth with thee. No more hear thy voice,
10 more mark Thy sprighiy eye thy voice is
silent as the grave, and thy eye liked by The rigid
power ot dsath. Scarce mere than eighteen years
had rolled around thy hcad before lhe grim mon
@ter came and snatched thee from the world. Thou
vert stricken as the tender sapling, seasled by the
ishuing's Hery bolt. Oh Death thou art the de.
sroyer Of a mothers bliss! But still amid all my
sorrow will say,
Worms may banquet on thy frame.
And ruin feed on what was FAIR;
Back to The skies from whence il came,
The soul recalled, shall flourish there"
with these words she ended, and taking her little
daughter by the hand she slowly retired.
II often happens, that those are most desircus OF
governing others, who are least able to govern
themselves.
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
SOMETHING EXTRA.

W. c. CONNIE would respectfully invite the attention
Of his friends and patrons to the Schemes of the following
brilliant Lotteries, where, by the investment of few dol
lars. handsome fortunes may be obtained in day only
ind W. G. Conne is the industrious agent of For
time, he gives this early notice 10 all who wish abun-
dance of that essential article "ChS" forward their
orders immediately lest they may fail to procure chance
BY authority ef the State Of yMaryland,
University Lotterb
Seventh Glass; Series positively be drawn on the
30th of September.
Splendid scheme.-.l prize Of $4,000; of 10000; Of
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sysA Ccrtif ,e Of IL whole Tickets can be had tor
s7l 40, and shares in the same proportion
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For the benefit of the Medical College Of Baltimore
Fth Class, series To be drawn the 10Th day of oc-
tobcr next, and finished in few minutes.
Scheme Il prize Of $50 900; Of 10000; Of 5000;
Of 1855 10 of 600 10 Of 500; so Of 100; 1863 Of 5o
1863 u 25; 1914 of IL; 1870 of6.
Whole ticket Sc 00-half 00quartcr 81 50-eightl 75
certificate Of II Whole tickets be had for $40 so
and Shares at the same rate,
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State Lottery Of .laryland,
Under the superintendent of the Commissioners ap-
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mode Of drawing secured by Letters Patent under Seal Of
the United States The whole to be completed IN ONE
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on The 9th of November next.
sc1ene-1 e. n.ize Of ssooooi Of 10000; Of 5000;
2J0 nf 10; 400 Of S; 10000 uf4.
10000 Tickets Not one blank to prize.
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The Drawing OF the above brilliant Lottery will positive
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vii be certain Of drawing at least prize, and may draw
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Tickets and Shares in all Of the above brilliant Lotteries
and those which are anticipated will prove fortunate,
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American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
rnoN THE usIrkn STATES LITERARY GAZETTE.
DREAMS.

Oh that dreams we're not dreams, for mine have be,
The shadows of my hopes. Thence have grown
In love with ideal forms. In youth saw
Most beauteous beings in mine hours of sleep
Fair maidens with their bright and sunny locks
Falling o'cr necks whose hue of the snow,
Ger bosoms whose soft throbbings not the veil
of gossamer could hide from the tranced eye.
I saw when that my cheek had lost its down.
And wrote MAN, world ofglittering words
Writ by the hand of health upon that leaf
OF human life. l saw bright swords, brave plumes
And slaves of office--robes Of honor--all
That speak ofhigh employment, and awards
OF national emprises. Other thoughts
That were, by day, hobes. and in slumber, dreams,
Came to me, of my line continued in
lllustrious heirs. The hoy upon my knee
Became a Socrates, and he who played
With the dark ringets on his mothers brow,
The saviour of a realm. The little maid
Who, lost in mimic tenderness, caressed
4 pasteboard emblem of our helpless state,
] welded to a warrior, sworn and pledged
To die as had his fathers, at the call
OF liberty.
Time flew, and am now
An aged man with hoary hair. and step
All trembling yet entertain crowd
of dreams, but they are of the world whereto
Age, and hopes crushed, are hutrying me. see
In slumber an offended God, begirt
With Cheribm around his hidden throne,--
And angels of his attributes, the guards
Ofhis dominions They who represent
Truth, Peace, ant.Jusce ask the darker doom
Upon my head for had wildly erred;
But Mercy, darling child of the Most High,
Pleads for me, and prevails hear voice
Ring through the spheres of heaven-a voice of love
Pronouncng pardon, and Join the choir
That worships, and shall worship him eternay. J
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
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HOMES OF FORTUNE,

M. -, Market street, near the Centre Market,
M 2l7 Market street, next door TO Liberty street,
l'aItmore and No ), South Third Street. Philadelphia
Those who send their remittanccs TO Conine's Offices
Will a the completion of the Drawing be informed of the
late Of the tickets by letter. or be forwarded paper
tanning the drawing at large.
Orders from any part Of the United States enclosing
Cash prize tickets will meet the prompt attention
as It on personal applcation-Addresst to
Aug. g. 1925. w. G. CONNIE, Baltimore
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
From The National Journal.
TO THE MoRNIMG GLORY.

Flower, that meath the morn doth smile,
In thy robe Of purple hue,
Living but a little while,
Drinking many drop of dew;
On thy spreading leaves gaze,
zee thee ope and see thee close,
Till the Suns bright, burning, rays
All thy beauty doth oppose.
Nightly breezes on thee falling,
Cheer thee up and bid thee bloom
Lake the Nymphs of Morn, they're calling
Sleeping Flowers from the tomb
Waking then, thy leaves are spreading,
Tho divided, yet in one,
Fearing nothng-notbing dreading
But the burning, parching, Sun.
Pretty Flower. like Man thou'rt dying
Man, ,hou'u fading like this Flower;
Youths hy morn, the time of trying
Whether thou hast strength or power;
Ere The eve Of age doth greet thee,
OFT IN nogn thine ewes are closing:
When the tears of sorrow meet thee.
Thou art found in night reposing.
WASHINGTON BARD
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
Printed and PublisheA on Tuesday and
Number 1856.
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THE WAY OF THE WORLD.

Determined beforehand, we graveIy pretend
10 ask the opinion and thoughts Of friend.
Should he differ from ours, on any pretence.
we blush for his want both of.iudgment and sense
Bit should lie come into and hatter our plan,
Why, really we think him SENSIBLE man.
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27
From he New FORK Statesman.

respondent, the Boston Bard, copied from tie Yves
ester Herald breathe The same strain of patent
u TO the ills Of life which characterzes the greater no
u OF LIS poetry We regret to learn from one of Ii
ends that they we're prompted by his present situation
y come freshly from feeling heart:
CONSUMPTION.
Thou herald pale of death and fate,
CatlavcroirS and cold,
What numerous pains thy presence wait.
What mortal woes untold!
Chm flows the warm and genial blood
Beneath thy angry nod
And briefly perish in the bud
The fairest works Of God
Relentless tyrant of our racei
Dcceiver of The wise!
Death shows his image in thy face.
And he thou look'st on--liesl
Aye, wlthers silent, sad and PALE
Tho slow his DOOM YET sure;
Thy breath emposons every gale,
Thy victim 10 secure.
To-day thy fattery ulls our fear.
And health trips iocund by;
Tomorrow all our hopes are scar,
And DER the wreck we sigh.
Our spirits sink depressed and weak
The orbs Of vision close;
Death sets Ills seal upon the cheek
We sink beneath our woes
Yet hall!-thou tyrant fell and dread!
Thy ghastly usage show;
So oft this heart before hath bled.
1t feas no future blow
Come, prey upon this wasting FORM
Thy tortures all combines
Pour on this head thy fercest storm,
Till J. Q Death am thine. BOSTON BARD
American watchman and Delaware advertiser., 1825-09-27

Shortly after the commencement Of the last war
tax was laid on candles, which, as Ricardo lee
ture would prove, made them dearer. A Scotch
vile in Greenock remarked to the chandler, Paddy
Macbeth, that the price raised, and asked why.
It's a. own TO the war, said Paddy. The war;"
said the astonished matron" Gracious me are they
gaun to fight by candle light =