Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-02-09
NEW YORK MONTHLY-THE KNICK
ERBACkER, No. G.

NEW YORK NUN hNIS n
ERBACkER, No. g
The second number of this work is out. II
improves with age. The following extract from
al article entitled "FANSY." is delightful:
81 hate the nan who loves no, thee, Madeira
He cannot know the world; he cannot be gen.
tieman; he cannot have a head; he cannot have a
heart; he cannot have palate-Not tor such
.' the hand of Douglass.
But am wrong, after all; there may be, there
doubtless are, clever people. In bomely way,
who yet by birth. and breeding, and education,
and perchance the coarseness Of the clay whence
they were fashioned, are untitled, unable to en-
10Y. to understand the finer and more delicate
sensations Of which our nature is SUSCEPTIBLE
Let 'men Of business fox hunters. and prize
fighters, mudde themselves over port! Ciaret.
l think, suits well the weak hands OF tops, and
the hungry stomachs Of authors. For all the
tribes Of German wines, the whole congregation
of heimer, Rhine and Rhone, red and white
why | sincerely hope nv friend Delmonico' may
be able to get rid Of his present stock. For my
self, | must positively decline drinking them
again en- persoane. Champagne, bah!-'us
tor vulgar mirth for noisy boys-and sigging
girls-fnr-
Bat Madeira !-princelv Madeira?-Heu
4uanio minus est cum rsliquis rersare guam ful
msIni nisse! The vulgar know thee not, and thou
Knows not them--My Ii st love and my last!
A. raise thee 20 my hips, bright and clear.
thy blush is like sunset, so rich. so warm!-For
moment pause; drink that breath rich with
the perfumes of a hundred climes-This thou
has caught from the spicy breeze Of Ceyion,
aud here is the native sweetness Of thine own
woodland isle. can resist no longer-Come
TO my-m0uth.-
Cruces cup; nonsense! THAT made men bru
ties; This might make brutes men-men, dem
gods ''Iis not sweet as woman's lip.-Ah
Tom Moore you never tasted it; the right sort -
They don't get it in England. Woman's lip
after it, gran, YOU; and i, was then, perhaps,
you wrote. Blu, shat were woman's lip or wo
man either wiihom il?
I could no, love thee, love. so wei.
Loved I not (8rShninl more
Beautiful tra,eller!-Best be thv lonely, dis.
tant hume!-Biest the blue Atlantic that wan.
tons on It's shore!-Best be the winds that pipe
in its valies! Blest the mountain side where the
sun warmed and rIpened thee!-Blest be thy pa
rent inc.-B-st be the careful old man who
pruned It's too great Iuxurance!- Blest the little
bows aud girls who gathered thy ripe ciusters!-
Blest be the wine-press to which thou ddst yield
thy virgin chsrms!-
Oh, best be the ship that FIRST bore thee on the
deep!-Best be each particular sail. rope, spar.
and block from her topmast down to her keel
Best be the very bilse-water in her hold, and
the barnacles that grew to her b0ttom.-Blest be
her captain!-Biest be her mates. her passengers
her men before the mast, her cabin boys.-Best
be her cook
The world brishtens:-L Love, Friendship; We
are NOT illusions! The poets have not feigned,
There are many whom | love. and who love me:
Charles, John, Dick; these men would Tie for
me, or | for them; cheerfuiiy. gladly. And my
wife loves me; very much. very much!-She has
her wavs-but she loves me-and nv children !.
What delightful thing TO have large iatni-
y!-Mine is perhaps little too large: am
happ, man:-
| believe am drunk"