The ladies' garland. [volume], April 15, 1826, Page 40, Image 4

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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repealed; or.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.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.