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fra mo like polished ivory. li-> limbs w ere pli ant in its '.pin t.s ; it rejoiced. .uni again il wept, but whether its glowing check iii 11■ [> 1 e< 1 with smiles or its blue eye was brilliant nitb tears; still I said tu my heart, ■ it is beautiful ' It was like the first pure blossom which some cherish ed pi mt lias shot forth, whose cup is tilled with a dew-drop, and whose head reclines upon its parent stem I attain saw this child when the lamp of rea son first dawned in its mind. Its soul was gen tlc and peaceful; its eye sparkled with joy, as it looked round on this good and pleasant world. It ran swiftly in the wavs of knowledge—it bow ed its car to instruction—-it stoo l like a lamb brlore its teachers. It was not proud, or envi ous, or stubborn, and it had never heard of the vices an I vanities of the world And when I ba ked upon it. I remembered that our Saviour had said," except ye become as little children ye earned enter into the kingdom of heaven.” But the scene, changed, and I saw a man whom the world called honourable • and many waited for his smiles. They pointed out the fields that were his. and talked of the silver and gold that he had gathered; they admired the stateliness of his domes, and extended the ho nour of his family. And his heart answered se cretly, " By my wisdom have I gotten all this,” so he returned no thanks to (I id. neither did he fear or serve him. And as I passed along I heard the complaints of the laborers w ho had reaped down tile fields, and the cries of the poor whose coveting he had taken away; hut the round of feasting and revelry was in his apart ments, and the unled beggar came tottering from his door—But he considered not that the cries of the depressed were continually entering m the ears of the most High. Ami w hen I knew that this man was once the teachable child that I had loved—the beautiful infant I had gazed upon wth delight - 1 said in rny bitterness. •“ i have seen an end of all perfection,” and 1 laid my mouth in the dust. THE GARLAND. SATL'IU) \Y r.VKNIXG, NOVKM15KIt !T, IS.!". The poems of Davif.l Brian, F.sq. have under gone a mangling in a late number of the Philadel phia Souvenir. Lvcn a casual reader can at once discover that the article on that subject is the pro duction of a base and malignant heart—writhing un der the consciousness of its own corruption, and en vious of the fame and worth of others. The same writer, whom we happen to know, has heretofore commended the same poems in ttie very highest terms The reader will then naturally inquire, why this inconsistency P The true answer is, Mr. li. has been the benefactor of the mangier, who is incapa ble of an emotion of gratitude, or of an honorable exercise of judgment. We have heard of human beings who had become i callous to every nobler feeling—whose pleasure seemed to be derived entirely from the wounds which they could inflict upon the sensibilities of generous and affectionate hearts. Such a charac ter is the author ot the review of which we have spoken. Laboring under the vain conceit that lie is possessed of a genius of the highest order, this oonceit has banished every kindly sentiment; and he detracts from the merit of others, in order to show oft’ his own. Casting aside the food for legiti. mate criticism, he seems to riot upon the reputation ot those* w hose “excellence lie cannot leach”— What but sncli a feeling, could have induced the heartless reviewer to criticise the ".Mountain Mute" —a work which was the effort of a juvenile mind, and long since withdrawn from public scrutiny by the author himself1 The “Lay of Gratitude" was a proper subject for criticism, because it was the production of maturer years—but docs the reviewer notice it as an honorable critic ought, by shewing real defects 1 N'o. lie accuses the author of an “ immeasurable desire i f popularity,” and then in stances a tew detached lines with minor faults, to sustain his judgment as a critic. Hut as we believe he wrote, more to wound the heart of his former be nefactor, than to aid the cause of literature, it is only necessary to exhibit an extract from one of his letters, to show that lie is guilty of hotli insincerity und inconsistency—leaving him to the scorn and contempt of every feeling and honorable mind. From such attacks upon his reputation Mr Ultr as' lias nothing to fear. A discerning public will readily distinguish between the illusions of a mali cious heart and the dictates of a candid judgment. Extract from a letter written by S. L. F. to the author of the l.vr of Guatitciu., $sc. “ It would be well if any of the vilifters of ge nius could display tliesame fertility of invention and high descriptive [towers which characterise vour Mountain .Muse, or the felicitous ease of your Lay of Gratitude.” " e perceive that there is now in the Philadel pniit press, the third edition of the 11 Pi.ti.vst tit.s of I- itinMisme,” a poem by Dr. Jamf.s McHenry of that ( ity. 1 lie work has been spoken of in favor able terms ; and it is gratifying to find American poetry thus liberally encouraged. A tragedy from the [ten of the same gentleman, entitled ‘'The Usi tu-En,” is in preparation at one of the Philadel phia theatres. Literary —From a paragraph in the Hoston Spectator ami Album, we learn that Cornelia, whose elusions have been read and admired as the ema nations from a chaste and refined mind, has been applied to, to revise her fugitive compositions, w Inch have been contributed to various periodical works, with the view of having them presented to the pub lic as a Christmas and New year’s tint. We have had Souvenirs, Amulets, Memorials, Tokens, £sc. Ike. but we sincerely believe, taking into view the widowed state of Mrs. Hale, with a family of chil dren dependent on her for support, that the Mo ther's Lay would have its share of patronage. [fios/uu (niper. THE MEDLEY. gtiproman's bright eat ornament.—Personal "piety forms a commandin';; excellence of the female character. ** Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain ; but the woman that feareth the Lord, she shall he praised.” Nothing will compensate her for the want of those virtues which Christianity enjoins. The more fascinatingher native charms, the more brilliant her personal accomplishments, the more exalted her intellectual attainments, if she be destitute of those moral qualities which are at once her ornament and pro tection, the more disgusting will site appear. ami the greater will be her aecountability. lint let her possess an unsuspecting charac ter : •* let the tear ot (Jod and lov e of Jesus t insst control her domestic virtues; let the humility, patience, faith, hope, charity and resignation ot the tins pel become interwoven with her personal accomplishments, and sweeten and govern her/condnct. and Imw lovely is such a woman!"—Muiwher's .Id dress. -i/o.lesh/.—A iust and reasonable modes tv does not only recommend eloquence, but sets oft"every great talent which a mail can be possessed ot. It heightens all the virtues which it accompanies; like the shades in painting, it raises and rounds every figure, and makes the colours more beautiful, though not so glaring as they would be without it. It is not onlv an or nament, but a guard to virtue. It is a quick and delicate feeling in the soul, which netkes her shrink from every thing that has danger in it.—[Spertalnr. M(irr,(t"c.—The man who passes his*1ife w ithout a w ile, w ill contnu t unsocial habits, be disjihused with the world, and In the win ter of his years, will stand like a lonelv tree on an extended plain, his breast ex posed to every blast of misfortune, without a companion to soothe his troubles and wipe away the tears wrung bv misery. THE NIGHTINGALE. In tlic gardens of the Dilgusha, in Shiraz in Persia. nightingales are said to abound, which not only sing during tin; night, hut whose plaintive melody is not by day sus pended in the East as it is in our colder re gion—and it is said that several of those birds have expired while contending with musicians in the loudness or variety of their notes. It has indeed been known, accord ing to Pl.nv, that in vocal trials arami" nightingales the vanquished bird terminated it-, sony; oldv with its life. An intelligent Persian, who repeated this story attain and again, and permitted me to write it. down from his lips, declared that he had more than once been present when it celebrated lutanist, Mir/.a Mohammed, sir named Batab, was playing to a large com pany, in a grove near Shiraz., w here he dis - tinctly saw the nightingales trying to vie with the musician—sometimes warbling on the trees, sometimes fluttering from branch to branch as it they wished to approach the instrument whence the melody proceeded, and at length dropping on the ground in a kind of ecstasy, from which lie assured me they were soon raised bv a change in the mode. And in one of Stradal's Academi cal Prolusions, we find a most beautiful poem, which tends to conliim the Persian report—for it supposes a spirit of emulation so powerful in the nightingale, that having strained her little throat, vainly endeavor ing to excel the musician, she breathes oat her life in one last effort, and drops upon the instrument which had contributed to her defeat. -[ SirOuseUy's Travels in Tenia.