In vain his feeble arms he plies, To reach the distant, friendly shore; In vain each skilful art he tries, Mock'd by the torrent's fearful roar ! While stronger now the current flows And fainter every effort grows ! Loudly he shrieks, the mother hears She tears her hair, in wildest grief; To snatch her darling from the waves. beside: The negro two beholds the tide. Beneath its rage,' the white man cried, He said and rush'd the youth to save, Boldly he saved the sinking boy, Son, son,' the happy parent cried, Blest hour reviv'd Amalaç cries, The feelings which then fill'd his heart, The muse attempts not to unfold; With such the virtuous would not part, In barter for Peruvia's gold! The conscious pride, delightful guest! That reign'd transporting thro' his breast, But see the father now repays, With rich reward Amalac', love Peace now shall end his joyful days, And peace awit him far above! No more 'neath burning suns he toils For freedom on the negro smiles! See them, his cap of liberty, Adorning with the civil wreath, Who saved a citizen from death! A new-born joy within Amalac reigns While grateful numbers join to burst his chains? VALERIAN. Wine turned into Water. The magistrates, and some other principal inhabitants of Edinburgh, wishing to do lionour to George I. had on the first of Aug. (his majesty's anniversary) a public meeting at the market-cross.The bottle went round very freely, but their mirth was suddenly interrupted by one of those hailstorms, which, though of slfort duration, are extremely violent while they last, and which soon filled all their glasses. This gave occasion to the following lines: 'In Cana once, heavn's king was pleas'd With some blythe bridal flock to dine; And there, to solemnize their feast, Turn'd jars of water into wine. But, when to honour Brunswick's birth Our tributes mounted the theatre, God would not countenance their mirth, But turn'd their claret into water.' EPIGRAM. You beat you pate, and fancy wit will come: Knock as you will, there's nobody at home MARRIED, On the the 13th instant, by the res. Mr. Wilkins, Mr Leonard A Bleeker, to Miss Sarah E Popham, daughter of W Popham, esq. of this place. On Tuesday evening last, by the res. Mr. M'Neice, Mr John M'Kibbiy, to Miss Susanna Duff, both of this city. On the 19th instant, at Fairfield, Gon. Mr. David Ely, merchant, of this city to Miss Priscillia Sturges, daughter of the hon. . Sturges, of the former place. rev On Wednesday evening last, by the Mr. Lyell, Mr. Abraham Lawrence, to Miss Hester Hearn, both of this city. Ou Thursday evening last, by the rev Mr. How, Mr. Donald Malcom, mer chant, of this city. to Miss Ermina D. Hawkins, of Liverpool, Eng... Lately at Dumfries, the Lady Achterfardle, to David Cusaine, esq. of Overdumfifidling in the county of Dumfries. On Saturday evening last, Mr. Christe pher Hall, Bookbinder, to the Amiable, Miss Harriot Webbers, all of this city. DIED, On the 12th inst. widow Agnes Spier, aged 77 years. On Thursday the 7th inst, at the Pennsylvania Hospital, Dr. Famin Tyler, aged 27 years. On the 14th inst. of a painful illness which she bore with christian fortitude, Mrs Ellen Stanton, aged 36 years. On Wednesday last. of a consumption, Mr John Scotland, eldest son of the late firm of Gifford & Scotland, aged 24 years. At Albany, Elijah Thomas, esq. attor~ ney at law. On Saturday morning last, at 6 o'clock, a young man named Trueman Smith, belonging to the State Prison guards aged 23 years. On Monday evening last, Mr. Charles Apthorp Williamson, studant at law, son of Dr. Hugh Williamson, aged 21 years. and 4 months. "Apollo struck the enchanting Lyre, The Muses sung in strains alternate." The following ODE was sung on the Anniversary of the Albion Benevolent Society, Wednesday the 6th inst. This day shall bejsacred, then swell the glad strain, Sweet Charity comes to renew her lost. reign; From Heaven she's descended the wret. ched to cheer, To wipe from the orphan and widow the tear, And human afflictions to soothe and to share, Then, sons of fair Albion, your homage prepare i Let every warm bosom her influence own, And there the sweet cherub will soon fix her throne. Mild peace will return, mad ambition shall close, The desert shall blossom, and bloom as the rose Fair Cemmerce her stripes to each shore shall extend, And all nations on earth, shall meet as a friend The steel-polished armor, the spear and the shield, The weapons of death, of the blood. tainted field, The cannon's rude mould that the welkin data rend, Prepare then the feast, kind relief joins our hands, For Friendship and Charity rivet the bands; And all the effusions that soften the soul, Shall glow in the heart from the full flowing bowl!, May Philanthropy spread, to gladden each shore, And sorrow and s ighing he heard of no more; And ev'ry fond widow, on maternal knee, A husband's dear image, or HowRAD'S may see! RESTORATION OF CHARITY, Also sung at the anniversary of the Albion Written by Mr. HENRY POPE. And man was foe to man! And sought more genial skies; And all the virtues in her train, With pity veiled their eyes. For lapse of ages darkness spread, And bloom forever there! Loud pæans rang from shore to shove, OR, WEEKLY THE VISITOR. FOR THE USE AND AMUSEMENT OF BOTH SEXES. VOL. XII.] THE Saturday, March 30,....1811. MONK OF THE GROTTO. A Tale. (Continued) [NO. 23. ed them to Pistoye, where they were to pass the night, and from thence to go post to Rome. She easily discovered the light blue habit of her lover and his dark brown hair, which flowed down his shoulders, and wantoned in the breeze. The soul of Virginia was concentrated in her eyes, which seemed rivetted to that object, the source at once of her joy and sorrow. She scarce dared to breath; she pressed one hand to her heart, and with the other applied her handkerchief to her eyes, to dry the flood of tears that escaped her, in spite of all her efforts to the contra L While he was thus saying, he repeatedly turned round to catch a last glimpse of Virginia, who, supported on the arm of the Marchioness, and followed by the Marquis, had now reached the door of the hall. Scarce had Eugenio disappeared to her eyes, than she uttered an involuntary shriek, and rush. ed with precipitation up stairs, nor stopped till she had arived at the platform of the tower, inry.She blessed the intricate which her apartment was situated; there she rested against one of the battlements, and tra versed with her eyes the immense tract of country which lay beneath her feet. She perceived three men on horseback, whom she soon recognized as Eugenio, his Gvoernor, and a servant. They were proceeding along one of the defiles of the Apennines, which conduct and difficult path through which Eugenio pursued his journey; but who can describe the excess of her emotion when she saw him suddenly stop his horse, and cast a wishful look back to the Castle. Powerful magic of Love! he had at that moment distinguished Virginia, though at such a distance, and alighting |