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l<V tii'1 v:t 1 iit:irv code of ( onimrlmut lilue I aws. tin- um' dI t.>I>;u'-• 11 wax prohibited to :i] 1 ■ m*J«-r tin- age of tw enl v one nut tn In- ii-n| I * V those Ih * were olilcr, mil.— , * -1 lit • v had been accusloiiwd tlirrrtu," or unless some one killed in physic slioill.l give ;i i-■ 11ili, .i11■ tint (lie use tlierrot was necessary. Ami men tin n •i license was tmressarv IV.mi tin- court. Ami .liter *11• i11tin- fortitin 1 with documents. it was otilcreil that no man within the colony shoulil " take an}' tobacco, publicly. in the street, high "ays, or any barn-yards, or iipmi training days, in any open place, under the penalty of six lienee for each ntli ncr.'’ This law, says the New York Spectator, ought never to have been repealed; or. rather, the law respecting- Amm'/oc should have been so modified that no *jirl should have been fined, unless she allowed herself to In- kissed by a tobacco clicwer. (illOST or \.N ARM CHAIR \ lady assured the editor of the troth of the following story : Sin- had ordered an arm chair, which stood in her room, to he sent to a sick friend, and thought it had hcen sent conformably to her orders. Waking, however, in the night, and looking by tlie light of tlm night lamp, at tlie furniture in tin- room, she cast her eyes on the place where the said chair used to stand, and saw it. as she thought in its place. Mm at first expressed herself to her husband as being vexed that the chair had not hcen sent, hut as lie pro tested that it was aetuallv gone. she out out of bed to convince herself, and distiuetlv saw the eliSiir even on nearer approach to it.—What now became very remarkable was, that the spotted chair cm er; w Inch was ma r it, as- umed the tip pearance of being studded with bright stars.— Mm got close to it, and putting her hand out to ’ouch it, found In r fingers go through tlm spec frum unresisted. Astonished, she now viewed ■i as an illusion, anil presently saw it vanish, by eccoming fainter till it disappeared. I)r. Foster . .insiders tins apparition as affording a clue to one. mode by which spectres are introduced, namely. In loral association. The Iad\ had an iicipated seeing the chair in its place, from its always being associated with tlm rest of tlm fur nitiire. and this anticipation of an image of per ception was tlm basis ol a corresponding image of spectral illusion. [/Iren/ Dm/ lb.( V. TjF.aitv.— It utility ulwa\s atfnds gratification, and a beautiful object pleases by its usefulness, as well as by its colour and form, or if any sensation j be always grak lul, ami this be found among the pleasures wbish a beautiful object affords, it would seem natural that utility ami a power of producing agreeable sensations should be ranked among the constituent elements of beautv. bu’OHTMF.NT. — Speak u!u :us according tn votir conscience ; but let it be done i:i the terms of good nature, civility, and manners. Every one, complains of the badness of bis memo ry, but no one of bis judgment. IfisTonr.—It is the office of history not only to amuse but to instruct ; to make men not only wiser, but better; to reconcile them to their various con ditions, however clouded or disastrous ; to impress them with a constant sense of the Divine I’rovi- I donee and presence ; or, to describe it by almost ; a word, in tile sublime language of our great poet- ! “ In justify the wa\ ** of (*0(1 to man. ” It u;i«, the custom of the Homans to s<:h i t from their slaves the preceptors of their chi It Iren. The expression of a philosopher, who demanded one thousand drachms for the in.itruc lion of a young man, was admirable, “It is too much (replied the father) it would not cost me more to buy a slav “You are right, sir; and by that means you wdl have two slaves tor \ our mom \ — your sun and the one \ou purchase.” i 1'icaisi:.— I In.- love ot praise has been wisely i:n- 1 planted in the hunian soul; it is the crowning i wreath which urges industry to attain perfection, and excite** our anxious cn leavors to place the gifts ot nature and the emhcll.shments of ait, in the most pleasing point of view. _ i A wit, reading the account of tho death of Mr. | Snowball, who put an end to his life for love, ex claimed— *• Poor fellow, what a pity he did not wait for a thtiio, for then he would have died a natural death.” POETRY. Truiu-liiit'il from the Poetry of the 7'rouhailours. ; The wise m;m sees his winter close I.ike evening on a summer day ; Tacit age, he knows, its roses bears, Its mournful moments, and its gay. Thus would I dwell with pleasing thought I" pun my spring of youthful pride, Y*t, like the festive dancer, glad To rest in peace at eventide. The gazing crowds proclaim'd me fair, lire autumn touch’d, my green leaves fell ; I And now they smile, and call me gaor// Perhaps l like that name as well. i On beauty, bliss depends not ; then Why should 1 quarrel with old Time Me marches on :—how vain his power With one whose heart is in its prime Though now perhaps a litl/r old, Yet still I love with youth to bide ; Nor grieve 1 it"the gay coquettes Seduce the gallants from my sida. 1 joy too (though the idle crew Muck somewhat at my lengthen’d tale,) To see how lays of ancient loves The listening circle round regale. They fancy lime for them stands still, And pity me m v hairs of gray, i And smile to hear how once their sires To me could kneeling homage pay. i And 1 too, smile, to gaze upon These butterflies in youth elate, So heedless, sporting round the flame Where thousands such have met their fate. My own Fire side ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise : Awaken feeling’s tenderest chords, And till with tears of joy my eves 1 What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere abide, lfaunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own—my own Fire-side! A.A.Watts. unr. i o i ns a 1’1'iiintm k.\t. »Y II K N It Y K I It K WH1TK. Home, Disappointment, come Not in thy terrors clad ; Dome in 11»\ nuckest, saddest guise ; 'I hy chastening rod but terrifies The restless and the bad. Hut 1 recline Heneath thy dinne, And round my brow resign’d, thv peaceful repress twine. Tho’fancy flies away Hefore th\ hollow tread. Vet meditation, in her cell, Hears with faint sigh the lingering knell, I hat tells her hopes are dead ; And though the tear Hy chance appear, Vet she can smile, and say, my all was not laid here. Home, Disappointment, come ! Though front hope’s summit hurl’d, Still, rigid muse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wort sent from heaven. To wean me from the world ; To turn my ey« From vanitv, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die* What is this passing scene ' A peevish April day ! A little sun—a little rain. And then night sweeps along the plain. And all things fade away, Man (soon discuss’d) Yields up his trust, And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust Oh, what i^ beauty’s power 1 It flourishes and dies ; Will the cold earth its silence break, To tell bow soft, how smooth a cheek Heneath its surface lies * Mute, mute is all O’er beauty’s fall ; Her praise resounds no more when mantled in In. pall. The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day ; So music past is obsolete, And yet ’twas sweet, ’t was passing sweet. Hut now ’tis gone awav. Thus does the shade In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid. Then since this world is vain, And volatile, and fleet, AVhy should 1 lay up earthly joys, Where rust corrupts and moth destroys, And cares and troubles eat 1 Why fly from ill With anxious skill, When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing heart be still. Pome, Disappointment, come 1 Thou art not stern to me ; Had monitress I own thy sway ; \ votary sad in early day, 1 bend mv knee to thee. From sun to sun My race will run, I only bow, and say, “mv (bod, thy will lie done.” le following verse was written on the marriage of Mr. Wheat to Miss /Alley : Hymen, to make his fame complete, The /Alley’* name has chang’d to II heat \nd now, though poverty should haunt, This pair, for 11'heat, shall never want. KriT.trn ox * nun miser. Here lies one w ho for medicine would not give A little gold, and so his life he lost. I fancy now he’d wish again to live, Could he but know how much his funeral cost.