every eye watching her-'twas whis- that her sketches have proved many pered that her husband is jealous- degrees more brilliant through her good-for-nothing fellow!-jealous in- delineations, than sober truth could deed-and forsooth through her ex- warrant. During the whole term of treme affability and good nature her visit, we were kept in a continual though it is whispered (she observed state of agitation and surprise, lookin an under tone of voice, and with ing at each other, and then at her; that half doubting manner which na- and if perchance we were so fortunate turally leads to a belief she inclined as to edge in a word, it was merely to the same persuasion,) it is whis- the ejaculation "indeed!" or the often pered, she said, that she is too fami- expressed note of admiration, miliar with a particular friend of her prising!" for even to suppose ourhusband's-don't know how it is-selves equal to such a host of congregated knowledge, would be indeed presumption of the highest culpability. can't say my caution never permits me to obtrude opinion-I never pry into the secrets of others. These remarks she concluded with the most confident assurance of our indubitable assent, and then launched forth in the same breath in a tirade about the times. "O dear, must tell you-E. called upon me t'other day soliciting charity for a poor family in extreme wanthad just been to ascertain their real situation-the wife confined to her bed, or rather heap of straw-every moveable sold to support naturetheir children begging most piteously for bread-without covering to protect them from the biting cold-they too in sickness-the husband out of employ-ill-in fine, all driven to the last extremity of want. Well, I gave him a trifle for their immediate necessities, told him to call again:-could you suppose it?-all an imposture-my friend last night detected the idle jade in a state of intoxication-there's for you. Charity indeed-to be thus imposed upon! However, it shall be a warning to my credulity in future." Thus she exhausts her breath in the extreme desire to impart all the marvellous within the radii of her extended circle, labouring with inward exultation, in the utmost confidence of her superior accomplishments and information: entertaining us, as she very naturally presumed, with every iota of news that had transpired in her neighbourhood, where she is held up as a great prodigy, with the additional compliment of being an acute and discerning woman." We could be content to hear and even admire all these exudations of so fertile an intellect, were it not for certain doubts pervading the mind as to the degree of truth due to these high-coloured drawings; for we have at times unfortunately discovered, sur My children too appeared quite electrified by the astounding shocks of her eloquence. Fixed in one position, as statues-dumb, with their little hands crossed, mouths wide open, eyes keenly attentive to the perpetual motion of the glib organ of speech, they dared not on any consideration move from the magic circle of her witchery, till her exit dissolved the enchantment, and set them free. Thus, Sir, are we at certain times situated, which, to a person of sedate habits, reflective disposition, and withal a lover of retirement, is but a few degrees removed from the pleasure of being tormented to death by the ingenious mechanism of the Inquisition, or enjoying the airy whirl of the quick revolving wheel at the place of execution. You, Sir, I am sure will compassionate my condition; and if perchance this should meet the eye of any individuals gifted with such rare endowments, and should be found in the slightest degree useful to their forming a just estimation of those talents, and point out a right distribution of them, the sincere wish of your obedient servant will be obtained. CHRISTOPHER CONTEMPLATIVE. Dec. 9, 1823. HINTS TO SOCIAL PARTIES. No person but a blockhead proves tedious to a company. A man of the world presently comprehends whether he ought to stay or go; and knows to a moment the time it is fit for him to leave those who wish him at a distance. Nor is the loss which our departure occasions of much importance; for if we were seriously to consider how uninteresting, frivolous, and puerile we generally are in ordinary conversation, we should be ashamed either to speak or to listen, and perhaps condemn ourselves to a perpetual silence. The spirit of polite conversation does not so much consist in shewing we have some wit, as in behaving in such a manner that others may think they have some themselves. He that goes out of your company well pleased with himself, and with his own parts, is perfectly pleased with you. Men do not love so much to admire others, but they are disposed to draw approbation themselves, and chuse not so much to be instructed, as to be applauded. The most delicate pleasure is that of contriving to please others. interest comes too late to be the cause of his actions. Foreign Traits of Benevolence. The opulent citizens of Dresden having formed themselves into an association to succour humanity in distress, determined also to furnish work to the poor of that city and electorate. These generous personages having exhausted their fund, voluntarily stripped themselves of their jewels, pictures, and other objects of curiosity, taste, and attachment, with which them with new resources to gratify they made a lottery, that supplied their benevolence. citizen of Rheims, had amassed the Mary Evrard, an old servant of a sum of 1200 livres, by a long and laborious servitude; which, on her It is both irreligious and shocking death-bed she begged her master to to support what we say in common distribute to her poor relations. conversation, be it ever so interest-relations were assembled; the money ing, by swearing and repeated oaths. An honest man who says yes or no, deserves to be believed. His charac ter swears for him, gives credit to what he says, and makes every body trust him. He who is incessantly affirming that he is a man of honour and integrity, and wishing that he may suffer all the evil he would do to others, and swearing to make you believe that he is sincere in such a wish, does not make a cunning use of the mask of honesty. Dec. 15, 1823. THE BENEVOLENT MAN. A BENEVOLENT man is an honest one: and he who means to be honest, must determine to be independent; he must be no man's retainer, and allow no shackle to be thrown over him, either of interest or affection, that may interrupt the free circulation of his affections. If a man of fortune, he will put no improper restraint on his dependents; if he possess not fortune, he will endeavour to maintain by industry what cannot always be obtained by riches. He will be thankful for civilities, but will depend on his own endeavours. He is heartily desirous of doing good to mankind, and evinces the natural tendency of his disposition, as ability enables, or opportunity offers. He promotes the happiness of others, before reason has finished her cool calculations; and hence sordid The was produced, and her master offered to divide it. Those who were very poor, but in a capacity to work, would the whole should be distributed among not touch a farthing, but insisted that such of the relations as were old, decrepit, and past labour. Yarmouth, July, 1823. POETRY. A PARAPHRASE OF PSALM CIV. AWAKE, my glory! reason, memory, wake! All heaven, earth, hell, are naked to thine eyes. [skies, O'er earth thou hang'st sublime the starry Like a wide azure curtain wrought with gold, Pavilion great, and glorious to behold. Firm on the water-floods that float in air, Thy chambers stand, their beams are founded there; Thou robedst earth with ocean, till the flood He sendeth to the vales a thousand rills; Wild asses drink, and all the beasts of prey; And there the fowls in verdant branches play, Pleas'd, to the murmuring brooks that run along, To join the softer music of their song. He from his chambers waters all the bills, And all the earth with plenteous goodness fills. See how he bids, his tender care to show, For cattle grass, for man all herbs, to grow; To cheer the sick he plants the generous vine, He bids the olive make our faces shine, Makes the glad fields the poor revive with bread; So vast his grace on sinners hourly shed. The trees of God are full of sap. They grow On Lebanon, whose tops are crown'd with snow; There the tall cedars planted by thy hand, Wave their green foliage at thy high command. There all the fowls of heaven repair for rest. There the wild stork, returning, builds her nest; That skill divine which teaches her to roam, Marks out the lofty fir-trees as her home, While crags and cliffs the wild goats seek in flocks, As conies run for refuge to the rocks; Heaven having thus, for all his creatures, made From foes a shelter, from the storm a shade. He bids the moon for seasons fill her horn. The ploughers plough, the reapers reap the corn. Each opening morn he bids the sun arise, The waken'd sun rolls onward through the skies; Then darkness comes sublime, and, lo! 'tis night, And famish'd tribes, which hate the golden light, Creep from their horrid holes till dawn of day; And roaring ask for food, and snuff the prey! The sun awakes, and now they seek their den, And frighted leave the world to peaceful men, Who singing from their couch to labour go, And reap the harvest, or the harvest sow. O Lord, how manifold! how great! how small, Thy works!-in wisdom thou hast made them all! The earth is full of thy rich deeds and thee; And spout their mighty raptures to the day, Thy open hand, stretch'd out with vast supplies, And to their dust return'd, in watery graves they lie. But when thy quick'ning Spirit walks abroad, Hills, woods, and valleys feel thy quick'ning From pole to pole all ocean tastes the joy; breath, And wake to vernal bloom from winter's death. Thy glory, wondrous God, shall never fade, Creation trembles at thy look, thine ire And thou shalt joy in all thy hands have made! Dissolves the lofty hills in liquid fire; At thy rebuke they all consume away, And their expiring smoke conceals the day. I'll praise him still while endless ages last. Him will I sing.-And when this life is past, In heavenly musing sweet, my soul shall dwell Fast by his throne, while sinners sink to hell, Proud sons of Belial, who shall be no more!Praise HIM, my soul; HIM, kings of earth, ADORE! Gravesend, Feb. 17, 1823. A. W. CAPTAIN PARRY, AND HIS LATE EXPEDITION. TO THE EDITOR OF THE IMPERIAL MAGAZINE. Tho' (as weans aye are) something fankie Now dinna tak it to yoursel Wi' wrathfa' names, You ken it's na mysel I'm meanin'; Its na just cannie to disdain him, But wi sic clatter, I'm neglectin' The braw renowned Captain Parry, A passage thro' his territory, Wi' usual finesse. This alludes to the piece on Irving, in No. 59. E Unlike the lads, wha stout on limbs up, To knock their heads, and cock their -ms up He, an' his men, na just sae nice, In low prostration; To be stiff non-conformists twice Wad hurt the nation. An' it's but right, an' hands wi' grace, Withouten slidderin' 'S na just sae easy, in the case We're now considerin'. An' it's na snoolin'! ding me! na: Soon buire the rascal to the wa', But och! we're sairly disappointed! An' hae na in three simmers join't it Ye voyageurs! we aye did reckon, An' if it be a guid strang thick ane, Now had ye sped in your intentions, Steam-engine, wale o' a' inventions! Wad been in han'. An' when 'twas done, ye wad hae staw'd it In's monie ships as weel could haud it, Whilk, havin' raught the pole weel-loaded, Ye'd disembark it, An' takin' care o' bein' scanded, Set up an' wark it. Disputes upo' it wad be en'less, Then under our guid King's direction, An' wow! my lads! but ye wad mak soon An' sud auld Brakmou Makgab-rusti, An' twa-three turns hae gied 'em, just aye An' still's the light was comin' to them, That we a spunk o' light wad gie them! They'd come frae a' the courts o' Europe, An' ye douce Yankee lads! your war-whoop An' ye'd sen' your ambassador ap Then this wad offer heaps o' money Had thou secur'd the pole, dead Boney! The earth's four quarters, in thy quarrels, (Like him wha gree't for ither warls) We're sairly bauk'd, an' sairly too Or ither chiel, wha gets burgoo Tauld straught aff han' the speed they'd mak, Down the Pacific, wi' a tack An roun' Cape Horn. RUTH.-A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT. PERSONS.-Men: Boaz, Men of Bethlehem, Reapers. Women: Naomi, Ruth, Orpah, Jemima, Women of Bethlehem. ACT FIRST.-Scene Third. Before a cottage in Moab.-Evening. AFFLICTION Have I known; and waters of that bitter spring Our hearts his altars, and from them arose Majestic as the cedar in its youth; And fervour of affection! But in vain * ** Behold, I am bereaved Of all my hopes. My lovely sons have sunk (Enter Buth.) And, oh! my daughter, why did Heav'n refuse To pour destruction on this aged head? Why spare these hairs grown gray with grief and toil? This cheek all wrinkled by the cutting winds With youthful hues, and their limbs vigorous, RUTH. My mother, calm thy sorrows, nor let grief should'st thou Then why Repine at his decrees, and vainly think |