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old, slipped between "two vessels at the Old slip, and having sunk before assistance could be had, although he was immediately drawn up by the first attempt with a boat-hook, was drowned, and notwithstanding the knowledge and experience in the means of resusciation possessed by the public, suffered to remain a corpse. The horrid and destructive practice of rolling on a barrel in cases of this kind prevails to an astonishing degree, but cannot be too strongly reprobated.

Col. Nov. 20.

During the late heavy rains, the bridge built across the Conococheague at Williamsport, was entirely swept away, together with a number of mils, distilleries, &c.

Brig. Gen. Crawford has died in Portugal.

Fire at Baltimore. On Saturday night a fire broke out in the stables of Mr.

CORONER'S Reports. On Saturday last, a newborn infant, supposed to be nearly full grown, which had been in a clandestine manner slightly buried in a vacant lot adjoining M'Queen's air-furnace, was rooted up by hogs and partly devoured before it was discov-Fulton's Globe Inn, which were entirely consumed-the Hotel not much injured. A gentleman from Virginia, a country merchant, was killed, and four or five horses were burnt.

cred. And on the 16th, Friday, Elizabeth Jackson, the old woman struck with a hammer by Badgley on the Friday preceding,died of her wounds, and the inquest returned a verdict of wilful murder.

Last evening, between 7 and 8 o'clock, James Carvey, a native of Ireland, about 24 years

A Counterfeit bill of the U. S. bank, Philadelphia, to Wm. West, or order, Dec. 2, 1807, for 20 dollars, has been detected at Baltimore.

Loss of the sch. Lapwing.

This vessel sailed from New York Oct. 5, for Martinique. Passengers in her, Miss Louisa D'Araymond, Miss Constantia Portier, and Mr. John Parsons of N. York-Messrs. Charles Chauvean, of Quebec; Lugan, of Gasconne, Thomas O. Marshall and servant, of St. Luca; B. Cordier and servant, and

Roulet,of Martinique ; & James Hasell, of S. Carolina. On the 9th, the vessel was upset by a squall,the capt. and passengers being all below. Only the capt. and 2 passengers succeeded in reaching the deck. Late the next day, the foremast went over, and at 12 at night the mainmast went by the board, and the vessel righted.

At 8,

on the 10th, the wind abated, and then the survivors below

were drawn up through the sky light by means of a rope, after a watery confinement of 28 hours, and discovered that Mr. Marshall, Mr. Lugan, Mr. Rou let, and Mr. Cordier's servant were drowned in the cabin-the cook, a black man, was washed. from the deck, and drowned, the day before. At 10 o'clk. the sch. Warren, Hathaway, from Baltimore for Lisbon,took them off the wreck, where the remained 14 days. On the 24th,spoke Mary-Ann, Briggs, from Liverpool, for N. York, who politely took Messrs. Hassell, Chauvcu. Cordier,and 3 seamen on board and brought them safe to this port. The remainder of the passengers and crew remained with the Warren, in hopes of meeting an opportunity to reach the West Indies.

MARRIED,

On Saturday evening last,by the Rev. Dr. Kuypers, Mr. George Talcott, jun. to Mrs. Angelina Reed.

At Stamford, Con. by the Rev. Daniel Smith, Mr. James. Boorman, of the house of Divie Bethune & Co. of this city, to Miss Mary W, Davenport, daughter of the hon. John Davenport, of the former place.

On Tuesday, Oct. 30, by the Rev. Dr. Hobart, Mr. Hector Holcomb, to Miss Charlotte Atwood, both of this city.

In Canandagua, N. Y. Mr. Timothy Morely, aged 55, (having lived a widower five weeks,) to Mrs. Ruth Reid, aged 43.

In Boston, Mr. Joseph Frank, to Miss Abigail Darling. Mr. Christopher Gore, to Miss Sally H. Woodman.

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On Friday evening last, Mr. Ephraim Brasher, esq. in the 66th year of his age.

On Saturday evening last, Capt. Patrick Roach, aged 42.

On Wednesday evening, 14th inst. in consequence of a fall William Barraclough Mott, jun. aged 12 years & 2 months.

On Thursday, 15th inst. Mr. Freeman Clarkson.

On Wednesday evening, suddenly, Miss Ann Thomas, eldest daughter of the late Mr. Wm. Thomas, of this city.

"Apollo struck the enchanting Lyre, The Muses sung in strains alternate."

(SELECTED.)

(In the Zoonomia of Dr. Darwin, among various instances recorded by that philosophical physician of what he calls maniacal hallucination, or mental delusion, is the case of a young farmer of Warwickshire, whose story was well authenticated in the public papers of the time.

A poor elderly woman in his neighbourhood was in the habit, urged by the pinching necessities of an inclem. ent winter, of taking a few sticks from his grounds and his hedge, to preserve the fading fire in her forlorn cottage.Suspecting the delinquent, the hard hearted hind watched and detected her. After wrenching from her the scanty faggot, blows and reproaches succeeded Struck with the misery of her situation and the cruelty of her oppressor, she kneeled, and rearing her withered hands to the cold moon, prayed that he might never again know the blessing of warmth' The sharp misery,' and impassioned gesture of the miserable matron, at once extinguished the dim reason of the rus. tic. He immediately complained of a preternatural chillness, was continually salling for more fire and clothes, and conceived himself to be in a freezing state, till the time of his death, which happened shortly after. On this singular story, the admirable author of "Lyrical Ballads', a collection o: Poems

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has founded the following ballad, which is in the genuine spirit of ancient English song, and shews, by proof irrefragable, that simplicity and the language of ordinary life may be connected with the most exquisite poetry. The pathos, fine painting, and natural imagery of this tender ballad are worthy the mighty mind of Shakespeare. No man, who has a soul alive to the high enthusiasm of poetry can read, without emotion and tears, the following beautiful specimen of the magic of the bard. It is indited in the very language of Nature, and transcends the French paste and tinsel of the childish Coleridges, Southeys, and Merrys of the age, as far as Hesper outshines the dubious light of the glow worm.)

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GOODY BLAKE & HARRY GILL.

A True Story.

OH what's the matter? what's the matter?

What is't that ails young Harry Gil!?
That evermore his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
Of waistcoats Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.

In March, December, and in July,
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
The neighbours tell, ynd tell you truly
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
At night, at morning, and at noon,
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.

Young Harry was a lusty drover,
And who so stout of limb as he?
His cheeks were red as ruddy clover,
His voice was like the voice of three:

Auld Goody Blake was old and poor, Ill fed she was, and thinly clad;

And any man who pass'd her door,
Might see how poor a hut she had.
All day she spun in her poor dwelling.
And then her three hours' work at night
Alas? 'twas hardly worth the telling,
It would not pay for candle light.
-This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire,
Her hut was on a cold hill side,
And in that country coals are dear,
For they come far by wind and tide.

By the same fire to boil their pottage,
Two poor old dames, as I have known,
Will often live in one small cottage, F
But she, poor woman, dwelt alone.
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,lightsome summer day,
Then at her door the canty dame
Would sit, as any linnet gay.

But when the ice our streams did fetter,
Oh! then how her poor old bones would
shake!
You would have said if you had met her
'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake.
Her evenings then were dull and dead;
Sad case it was, as you may think,
For very cold to go to bed,
And then for cold not sleep a wink.

Ojoy for her! when'er in winter,
The winds at night had made a route,
And scatter'd many a lusty splinter,
And many a rotten bough about,
Yet never had she, well or sick,
As every man who knew her says,
A pile before hand, wood or stick,
Enough to warm her for three days.

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