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FROM THE COMMERCIAL ADVERTISER. GREECE. Land of the brave! where lie inurn’d The shrouded forms of mortal clay In whom the fire of valor burn’d And blaz’d upon the battle’s fray : Land where the gallant Spartan few Bled at Thermopylae of yore, When death his purple garment threw On .Helle’s consecrated shore ! Land of the muse! within thy bowers Pier soul entrancing echoes rung, While on their course the rapid hours Paused at the melody she sung— Till every grove and every hill, And every stream that flow’d along, From morn to night repeated still The winning harmony of song. Land of dead heroes—living slaves— Shall glory gild thy clime no more ; Her banners float above thy waves, Where proudly it hath swept before ? Hath not remcmbrrnce then a charm To break the fetters and the chain; To bid thy children nerve the arm, And strike for freedom once again ? No ! coward souls—the light which shone On Leuctra’s war-empurpled day; The light which beam’d on Marathon, Hath lost its splendor, ceas’d to play: And thou art but a shadow now, With helmet shattered—spear in rust— Thy honor but a dream*—and thou Despised—degraded—in the dust! Where sleeps the spirit that of old Dash’d down to earth the Persian plume, When the loud chaunt of triumph told How fatal was the despot’s doom ? The bold three hundred—where are they, Who died on battle’s gory breast ? Tyrants have trampled on the clay, Where death has hush’d them into rest. Yet, Ida, yet upon thy hill A glory shines of ages fled, And fame her light is pouring still, Not on the living—but the dead ! But ’tis the dim sepulchral light Which sheds a faint and feeble ray, As noonbeams on the brow of night, When tempests sweep upon their way. Greece ! yet awake thee from thy trance— Behold thy banner waves afar— Behold the glittering weapons glance Along the gleaming front of war ! A gallant chief, of high em prize, Is urging foremost in the field, Who calls upon thee to arise In might—in majesty reveal’d. In vain, in vain the hero calls; In vain he sounds the trumpet loud— His banner totters—see, it falls In ruin, Freedom’s battle shroud : Thy children have no soul to dare Such deeds as glorified their sires ; Their valor but a meteor’s glare, Which gleams a moment and expires. Lost land ! where Genius made his reign, And rear’d his golden arch on high; Where Science rais’d her sacred faile, Its summit peering to the sky: Upon thy clime the midnight deep .Of ignorance hath brooded long And in the tomb, forgotten, sleep Tire sons of science and of song. The sun hath set—the evening storm Hath pass’d in giant fury by, To blast the beauty of thy form, And spread its pall upon the sky: Gone is thy glory’s diadem, And Freedom never more shall cease To pour her mournful requiem O’er blighted, lost, degraded Greece ! FLORIO. New York, October 6, 1821. from Blackwood’s magazine. BY-PAST TIME. The sky is blue, the sward is green, The leaf upon the bough is seen, The wind comes from the balmy west, The little songster builds its nest, The bee hums on from flower to flower Till twilight’s dim and pensive hour ; The joyous year arrives; but when Shall by-past times come back again ? I think on childhood’s glowing years-— How soft, how bright the scene appears; How calm, how cloudless passed away The long, long summer holiday ! I may not muse, I must not dream, Too beautiful these visions seem For earth and mortal man ; but when Shall by-past times come back again ? I think of sunny eves so soft, Too deeply felt, enjoy’d too oft, When through the blooming fields I roved With her, the earliest, dearest loved ; Around whose form I yet survey In thought a bright, celestial ray, To present scenes denied ; but when Shall by-past times come back again ? Alas ! the world at distance seen, Appeared all blissful and serene ; An Eden, formed to tempt the foot With crystal streams and golden fruit: That world, when tried and trod, is found A rocky waste, a thorny ground ! We then revert to youth ; but when Shall by-past times come back again ? MISCfiLLAKY. THE HONEST OLD HOSTESS. Singular Fact.—In the little town of Oranienbaum lives a woman, bordering on ninety, by name Christophorevna, a native of Holstein. A little cottage is her sole possession, and the visits of a few shipmasters coming over from Cronstadt to go to Peiersburgh by land, when the wind does not serve for sailing up, are her only livelihood. Several Dutch skippers having one eve ning supped at her house, on their depar ture she found a sealed bag of money un der the table. Her surprise at this un expected discovery was naturally very great: some one of the company just gone must certainly have forgotten it; but they had sailed over to Cronstadt, and perhaps were at sea, the wind being fair. Seeing, therefore, no hopes of the guests returning, the good woman put up the bag in her cupboard, to keep it till called ior. Jtlowever, nooociy cauea lor u. run seven years clid she carefully keep this deposit; often tempted by opportunities, still ofteuer pressed by want, to employ this gift of chance. Her honesty, however, overcame every allurement of opportu nity, and every command of want. Seven years had elapsed, when some shipmas ters again stopped at her house, to take what refreshment they could find. Three of them were Englishmen, the fourth was a Dutchman. Conversing of various mat ters, one of the former asked the Dutch man whether he had ever before been at Oranienbaum. 44 Yes, sure i have,” re turned he; v41 know the cursed place but too well: my being here, once, cost me seven hundred roubles.” 44 How so?” 44 Why, in one of these wretched hovels, here, I once got rather tipsy, and left be hind me a bag of roubles.” 44 Was the bag sealed ?” asked old Cluistophorevna, who was sitting in one corner of the room, and had been roused to attention by what she had heard. 44 Yes, yes, it was sealed, and with this very seal here at my watch chain.” f he woman looked at the seal, and knew it directly. 44 Well, then,” said she, 44 by that you may be able to recover what you lost.” 44 Recover it, mother ! no, I am rather too old to expect that. The world is not quite so honest as that comes to. Besides, consider it is now seven years since. I wish I had not men tioned it; it always makes me melancho ly. Let us have no more of it; give me another tumbler of punch, mother.” While the four gentlemen were engag ed in drowning the remembrance of the doleful accident in punch, the good wo man had slipped out, and was now wad dling in with her bag. 44 See, here ! per haps you may be convinced that honesty is not so rare as you imagined 1” said she, putting the bag on the table. The guests were dumb with astonish ment ; and, on recollecting themselves, the reader may represent to himself their several expressions of commendation and gratitude. The four captains were all ra ther stricken in years, and had navigated the seas from Japan to Newfoundland, and from the Cape of Good Hope to Arch angel ; they had been in habits of dealing with black and brown faces, with woolly haired and powdered heads—therefore, that their amazement was so great is cer tainly no panegyric on our times ! IN e ver were such strong_emotions ex cited in any human mind as in that of the Dutchman, from the firmest persuasion of his loss to the completest certainty of its recovery:—the transition was too sud den and great not to set every fibre of his phlegmatic body in vibration. One look at the honest woman to whom he was in debted for this transport of joy brought him to himself. A sudden impulse of magnanimity overpowered him, to which all other sensations reverently gave way. He seized the bag, tore open the seal, and took—one rouble out, which he laid on the table, with a civil thanksgiving for the trouble of his hostess ! If the astonishment of the other three was great before, it was now effaced by a greater. They stood looking at one ano ther for a minute, as silent as the grave. “ Damme!” at last exclaimed one of the Englishmen, striking his fist on the table, “that bag there, my lad, you shall not carry off so. Devil fetch me but the old woman shall have it 1” His two coun trymen, who had been mute till now, add ed their hearty concurrence in this pro posal. The Dutchman turned pale, but endeavored to console himself by the re iterated protestations of Christophorevna that she required nothing at all; that she thought she had done nothing more than her duty, and insisted that the Dutchman should even take back his rouble. How ever, the Britons could not so easily be brought to strike sail. The conversation grew warm ; the oaths followed rapidly on each other; and the fists of - Eng lishmen were doubled spontaneously, and attitudes forming for putting an end to the dispute by force of arms; during all which time the Dutchman was striving to get the bag into his custody. After long debate, conducted with va rious degrees of heat, perceiving no pos sibility of success against the sturdy ar guments likely to be advanced, the skip per agreed to part with fifty roubles. The Englishmen insisted on a hundred. The proposal seemed to the Dutchman so un reasonable that he declared he would sooner encounter the whole weight of their fists than comply with it. “ Avast, my lads !” cried the captain who had made the first attack on the Dutchman’s generosity, “ I have some what to say. The bag does not belong to us, that is true, but a Briton will never stand by, and not see justice done ; and, by heaven, the woman has acted nobly, and ought to be rewarded. Give me hold of the bag; I will count out the hundred roubles.” No sooner said than done. The Dutch man, thunder-struck at this summary way of proceeding, had not time to reco ver himself before the hundred roubles were fairly counted on the table. This brought on a truce ! Where hu manity, gratitude, generosity, and Eng lish fists, had made the attack in vain, there now conquei-ed—national ,,nde. The Dutchman insisted on it that the Britons should let him treat them; and, in perfect stoical resignation, parted with a hundred of his beloved, long-lamented, and lately-recovered roubles.—Eng. flap. Extraordinary preservation of a wound ed Russian Soldier.—In the disastrous re treat of the French army after the confla gration of Moscow, the following melan choly .history of a poor wounded Russian is given by Surgeon Begin, of the French army, and is thus translated by Dr. James Johnson, in the Medico-Chirurgical Re view for September:— “ After leaving Moscow,” says M. Be gin, “ we found all the villages' in ashes, and a dead silence reigning every where around us. Having wandered a little from the main route of the army, I was roused from a melancholy reverie on the misfor tunes of our army by the groans of a hu man being, who appeared, by the sounds, to be near to me. I stared around, but could see nothing, except scattered and half-piitrified corpses. The groans con tinued, and I alighted from my horse to make a more careful examination of the place. After spvgral minutes’ search, I discovered, in theklitch of a redoubt, and lodged in the disembowelled carcase of a horse, a wretched Russian soldier, whose right leg had been carried off by a cannon shot, and who had existed in that horrid asylum for six weeks—namely, from the battle of Moscow?. 1 During this time he had lived on the carcass of the animal, whose bones and skin served him for a habitation. Almost every particle of flesh was clean scraped from the interior of the animal, the thorax and abdomen of which protected the soldier from the pelt ing storm. The stump was nearly heal ed by the efforts of nature alone, and the Russian, though pale, squalid, and hag gard, was apparently firm in strength, and by no means ill in health.” Ail M. Begin could do, was to give him a dram from his canteen, which set the poor Mus covite almost in extacics. He left him where he found him, but had no doubt that the Russian army, who were pursu ing them, would relieve the unfortunate soldier from his dreary abode in a day or two afterwards. The character of a Good Fellow. How many there are who give up eve ry pretension to the character of a good man for the name of a good fellow ! and what is a g-ood fellow ? Why, a grace less young man, who is addicted to every vice, until by debauchery and extrava gance, which lie does not really enjoy, he brings the “ gray hairs of his parents with sorrow to the grave.” This is a good fellow ! Sometimes, in visiting the hos pitable mansion of a friend, he corrupts the son, or debauches the daughter; and yet he is a good fellow ! He perhaps mar ries, but becomes fretful and penurious at home and thoughtlessly profuse abroad; he dissipates that which should support his family, returning but to insult and distress them ; yet he is generous over a bottle, and must be a good fellow ! At last his money runs short, and he would borrow of his friends; few will lend, and those few he forgets to pay; till every one avoids him, and he is no longer a welcome visitor, even to mine hostess ; for then he is no longer a good fellow ! The late general Scott, so celebrated for his success in gaming, was one even ing playing very deep with the count d’Artois and the duke de Chartres, at Pa ris, when a petition , was brought up from the widow of a French officer, stating her various misfortunes and praying relief. A plate was handed round, and each put in one, two, or three louis d’ors; but when it was held to the general, who was going to throw for. 500 louis d’ors, he said, “ stop for a moment, if you please, sir; here goes for the widow !” The throw was successful, and he instantly swept the whole into the plate, and sent it down to her. “ Mr. Toll-man,” said one (who was half-seas over) to a toll-gatherer at the end of a toll-bridge, “ I have been over to the village all day, spinning street yarn.” “I thought so,” said the toll-man, “fori see you are reeling it off this evening.” A Some years ago, a witness was examin ed before Judge-, in an action ot slan der, who required him to repeat the pre cise words spoken by the defendant 1 he, witness hesitated, and affected some em barrassment, till he had fixed upon him self the attention of till who were in court* and then with apparent reluctance went on : he said—May it please your Honor — You lie, and steal, and get your living by cheating ! ! Turn to the Jury, il you please, exclaimed the Judge. The following paragraph appeared in a provincial paper : ‘Travellers should be careful to deliver their baggage to proper persons, as a gen tleman a few days since, on lighting from a stage coach, entrusted his wife to stranger, and has not heard of her since.’ ADVENTURERS ATTEND! FTMIERE are now regularly drawing in i Baltimore two most splendid Lotte ries, viz : The Grand State Lottery, more than half over, in which remains to be drawn the high prizes of S 40,000 and 20,000, besides a proportionable number of minor ones. The drawing of this lottery will soon be completed. The University Lottery contains the rich prizes of § 30,000, g 10,000, 3 of g5,000, 14 of §1,000, and a very large quantity of smaller ones. Tickets in both lotteries are now sell ing at the low price of §10, halves §5, quarters §2 50, eighths gl 25, but will soon be considerably enhanced in price. All orders forwarded to .. W. C. CONINE, No. 32, Market street, Baltimore, will receive immediate attention. Oct. 23, 1821. t month. Grand National Lottery, FIFTH CLASS, 'l l THIGH will positively commence y f drawing on the 27 ’ ’ GRAND SCj I prize of 1 do. 2 do. 5 do. A. 100 10 105 GO. do. do. Besides an immense m prizes, and not two bh This is the most brilliant scheme ever offered to public patronage, and the ob jects for which the funds are raised, are no less interesting to an enlightened and benevolent community, viz: the erection of a City Hall to beautify the Metropolis of the Nation, and a Penitentiary for the melioration of convicts, and the building of School Houses for the education of the poor Whole Tickets Halves Quarters Eighths ,12 00 6 00 3 00 1 50 Tickets and Shares, in the greatest va riety of numbers, in the above Lotteries, for sale at G. DAVIS’s Truly Fortunate Lottery Office, Bridge street, Georgetown : Where has been sold more high prizes than at any other office in the District of Columbia. ICF5 Approved endorsed notes and prize tickets received in payment for tickets. * October 9. STRAY STEERS. BURNED into my pasture, sometime JL in August last, FIVE STEERS, which appear to be astray. They are of the following description: One red and white, marked with two crops and two underbits. Another of the same color, marked with two underbits. One black and white, no mark, short tail. The above cattle arc supposed to be four years old last spring. One red Steer, his left ear cropt, his right is swallow-forked, with an underbit. One,red and white, his right ear cropt, the left has an underbit ; he is branded between the hip and tail. The two last mentioned Steers are sup posed to be three years old last spring. The owners of the above cattle are re quested to call, prove property, pay char ges, and take them away. PHILIP COONS, Washington County, Md. October 16, 1821. WANTED TO HIRE, 4 NEGRO BOY, who is capable of taking care of a horse; also, a Fe male Servant, who understands all kinds of house work. Inquire of the , PRINTERS. August 14, 1821. HAGS fRAGS! ~ THREE cents per pound will be. given at this office for clean Linen arid Cot ton Rags. BLAWjv WARRANTS -/'.'.or Sate at this Office.