The brute creation upon their introduction into the world rise rapidly into maturity, a few years suffice to make them as perfect and useful, as it is pos. time his extinction he is daily making some improve wards perfection; his intellects expand with the expansion of time, and he is hourly acquir ing knowledge from the abundont stores of nature. What a gloomy thought! how repug n nt to the natural ambition of man! to suppose that the moment he began to explore and relish the beauties of crea tion and his creator, he should be cut off and forever become annihilated. The man who for a moment gives way to re dreams, there have been many and various causes assigned for their existence and I believe one among the rest (and which I think the most obvions) that while the body repossible for them ever to become: es, the soul which is continual-Not so inan, from the period ly active and in motion, feel- he breaths this vitail air to the ing herself partially at liberty indulges, in all those intricate mazes which startle or pleasement, and approximating tothe supine and nearly insensate body. And I would argue from hence,that there must necessarily be a superiour and immaterial-being connected with the body whereby it is ruled, and by which its actions are dictated. For who does not know that in sleep, we often form vast and mighty plans, undertake and perform works of the utmost importance; and overcome (to the waling senses) insurmountable difficulties, with the greatest ease and facility?flections of such a nature acfor which I thus account. That the soul during the labours of the day is clogged with the inanimacy of the body, and res tricted in her opperations. There are an infinity of arguments, that go to prove the souls immortallity but I shall content myself with selecting only one in addition to those I have already produced, and though it has been heretofore touch'd upon, its excellence makes me loth to overlook it cuses the goodness and wisdom of his maker, and no longer deserves to hold a rank in so ciety-In short. The cloud cap'd towers, the Gorgeous pal lace, The solemn Temple, the great Globe it rea, and all that it inherits, shall desolve, W. Why should I trespass on your time by obliging you to read my epistles? Perhaps I fondly suppose they have so much merit as to meet with your approbation, and instead of disgusting, alleviate a few moments of your leisure time, while abstracted from more serious occupations. It is a plea, sure so to fancy, and if I am A wrong, do not dispel the illusion; for when pleased, it is a double disappointment to have the source of pleasure dried up. I wrote you some weeks back a letter, slightly touching n my misfortunes. I will now give you a detail or rather abstract of my life. If it af fords you one stimulous or idea whereby to attack, or reform, the faults and crimes of the age we live in, I shall be amply compensated for the pain of writing it. I was born in affluent. At the 1 a Village of New Jersey. My parents were At the age of fourteen I entered the Junior class at Princeton College. I there learned to despise the calumniator, the scandaliser, the talebearer. I received my diplo mia, but was prevented from feeling that joy which pervades the breast of every graduate, upon bursting the shackles which bind him to a collegiate life, by hearing of the death of my revered father. To say that I felt the loss would be suplerfluous. It is sufficient that after a short time I went to N. York. There I revelled in pleasures and unsubstantial joys. I was of an unsuspecting dispo sition-Charitable. if possible, to a fault-was honest myself -thought every other person so-was easily lead astray and at length was shuned and avoided by the very persons who beOne guiled and deceived me. thing I must not forget to mention. While in N. York, I became enamoured of a lovely young woman, her features were the very prototype of innocence, mirth; joy and lovely blue eyed bliss. Often did we pledge our vows,and often did we anticipate the happiness of a mutual journey through life. But the venemous blast of the slanderers breath-the baneful effects of the tale-bearers venom, nipt the blossoms of delight in the bud, and occasioned me to be abandoned and dis carded by the girl of my heart. I have lost her, she is married to another; and never in this world shall I have peace of mind. From the wreck of my fortune, almost dissipated by sycophants and ephemara, I contrived to purchase a small farm, which cnables me to procure, not only, the comforts, but some of the elegancies of life; and altho, Thave acquired an utter detes tation for the world and its fripperies, still to you I confess my weakness-that if Delia were but free and would again smile upon me; I think I could throw aside the distaste I have taken to the world and once more, in spite of the slander. ers tongue mix with society. But think not Mr. Spec. that the innocent endearments of Delia, that the dimply smiles of infants, could ever tempt me to trust the gaudy butterfly, the embroidered robes of summerflies, or the sweet words of smooth faced vilains-No sir,-A few selected friends, who carries the index of their minds upon their countenance should be my companions and they should witness, that do mestic happiness, unalloyed by the contaminating dross cf malicious scoundrels, give more real joy and heart felt bliss-, than all the illusive phantoms and the illegal and unsubstantial pleasures of this world can bestow. Yours, &c. ORTHRACES. *"Advocate" shall advocate nothing in my columns. His prose is far below mediocrity-his verse is worse--and I beg him to trouble me no more with his verbose trash. "Timothy Crotchet's" complaint I have nothing to do with. If he is in the debtor's prison, doubtless he is there deservedly: and should he be transferred to a certain strong hold, situate in the village of Greenwich, I think the cammunity would not think the loss irreparable. The Essay on Scolding shall with pleasure be attended to. A. THE POWER OF TIME. By Swift. If neither brass nor marble can withstand The mortal force of time's destructive hand, If mountains sink to vales. if cities die, And less'ning rivers mourn their fountains dry, When my old cassock (says a Welsh di vine Is out at elbows, why should I repine 2 For the Lady's Miscellany. membered the duke's constant advice to us when I served with VARIETY. our army in Flanders, ' Always quarter upon the enemy, my lads always quarter upon the enemy." ORIGINAL AND SELECTED The duty of a Good general. can At a violent opposition election for Shrewsbury, in the reign of George 1. a half-pay officer, who was a non-resident burgess, was, with some other voters, brought down from London at the expence of Mr. Kynaston, one of the didats. The old campaigner regularly, attended and feasted at the houses which were opened for the electors in Mr. Kynaston's interest untill the last day of the polling, when, to the astonishment of the party, he gave his vote to his opponent. For this strange conduct he was reproached by his quondam companions, and asked what could have induced him to act so dishonorable a part, and become an apostate. "An apostate," answered the old soldier, COST OF DRINKING SPIRITS From the Columbian. Sir-As no good effects can be expressed of drunkenness, let every one who reads the ber, that had he not contribfollowing calculation remem. uted a fractional part towards its accumulation, the amount would not have been so large. He is, therefore, left to make his own reflections, and to govern himself accordingly. Fiwill never lie: I will not say gures, when correctly placed, that these are, but it is believ ed they are sufficiently correct to produce the intended effect upon the reflecting mind. I will supose for the sake of round numbers, that the city and couty of N. York, contains 90,000 inhabitants, and that one half or 48,000 are females, who in this calculation are supposed to drink no spirits; and that one quarter, or 24,000 are males of 15 years and upwards, who drink every day of ardent spirits and wine From the Philadelphia Repertory. one gill each, which is 750 gal- the tenth part of the state in lons per day, and 273,750 gal-regular succession of $598,352 lóns per year. This I will es- per month, $19,878 per day, timate in the aggregate at two $828 per hour, $15 per midollars the gallon, (including nute and 35 cents ev. ry second wine,rum,brandy, &c) because of time? the greates proportion is drank at the highest retail price, by the small glass, at taverns and dram-shops. And as the city of N. York, is supposed to contain about one tenth of all part the inhabitants of the state, 1 will add in the same ratio (though it is believed that the inhabitants of the country consume a greater proportion of ardent spirits than the citizens) The number, then, of all the inliabitants of the state, who drink one gill of spirits and wine per day is 240,000 to supply whom it requires 2,737500 gallons per year, or 27,375 hoghsheads; which at the retail price of two dollars the gallon, amounts to the immense $5,495,000 sum of To this, it will not be improper to add the lawful interest, to make up in part the Consequent, loss of time while drinking, Add also 5 dollars per year to each man for extra doctor's bills, 481,150 1,2008,000 $7,156,350 melted in the throats of only The affecting story, of which the following is a paraphrase, was published in a preceding number of this paper, as an extract from the Democratic Press. For the information of those who may have neither leisure nor inclination to refer, we should say that the cir cumstances happened in the year 1803, near Sunbury. A lad of about twelve years of age, while bathing in the Susquehannah, was carried away by the current. A white man and a negro beheld his perilous situation. "He will die,” said the white. "If he does," said the negro, "I will die with him." He plunged into the river, rescued the boy from a dreadful death, brought him, gave him to the despairing mother's arms, received. her grateful thanks, and from the enraptured father his freedom. The sun meridian lustre threw, Along the round and smiling world, Bland the reviving breezes blew, And Susquehannah's water's curl'd, WhenCharles his infant form to lave, Descended to the profluent wave. But soon Æolus' angry breath, Across the river rudely blows ; Charg'd with the swift and liquid death, The surging white-cap'd billows rose!" The youth's distracted looks declare His trembling fear and pale despair! 1 |