turn to London by way of Scotland, I cannot inform you, I shall transmit your letter to him, and no doubt, he will inform you of his intentions. I have the honor to be Sir, your very obedient servant. JOHN PRINGLE. 'One kind kiss before we part. A young lady having purchased an assortment of music at a ware house situated in the western part of Philadelphia,on her returning to the carriage recollected a piece which she had neglected to buy. 'Sir, said she on entering the shop,'there is one thing which I have forot,and which I must now request you to give me!' 'And what is it,' asked the young music seller. "It is sir, (replied she, hesitating and whining over the titles of the music she had in her hand) it is—" one kind kiss before we part.' The gay youth vaulting instantly over the tables saluted the fair stranger. It is scarcely necessary to inform the reader, (who will recollect the song, 'one kind kiss before we part,') that it was an air of a less touching nature than the one given by our hero which the lady expected to receive. APHORISM. Accidents-Accidents sometimes happen from which a man canne: well extricate himself, without à spice of madness. LADY'S MISCELLANY NEW-YORK, December 28 1811. "Be it our task, To note the passing tidings of the times. On the morning of the 16th inst. two distinct and severe shocks of an Earthquake were felt at Norfolk, Virginia. The houses were much shaken, and several clocks stopped The second shock. threw a pipe of wine off the skids in Commerce street. A shock less violent was felt at Richmond same time. ROBBERY and FIRE. A few days since, while Mr. Z. Gris. wold was in this city, his store at Dan. bury, Connecticut, was destroyed by fire. An Indian and Mulatto, on whom some of the goods were found; were taken up, and a close examination, con. fessed first, the robbery, and then, that after they took as many goods as they could carry off, set fire to the desk. They are safely lodged in Danbury Jail. and well secured with irons. Mr. Gris wold's loss is between 4 and 5000 dollars Aaron Burr a former Vice President of the U. States, lately arrived in England, from France, in poverty and almost in rags. Birth-The Princess of Bavaria has been delivered of a son, which has been baptized Charles Anthony Maxemilian Joachim Zephirie Frederick Meinrad— that's all. FOR SALE AT THIS OFFICE. A pamphlet, entitled, Truth, in Simplicity, or, a pursuit after her.-Being reflections on hearing a Sermon, on Universal Salvation. Lately preached in this city. At Newark John Sealeont Departed this transitory life on Friday the 13th ult. after a lingering illness, in the 28th year of his age, Mr. George A. Wray, a native of Ireland, and many At St. Mary's Wm. Sinclair, of New. York,commander of gun boat 164 to Missyears are spectable inhabitant of Phila Euphemia Johnston. At Newark, Elias B. Crane, to Miss Ann B. Congar. -+$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ §§ -> On Monday last of a lingering disorder Mr. Thomas Gibson, Painter. On Monday at the house of Mr. Abra. ham Russell, Mrs. Ann Stockholm, aged 88 years. On Tuesday morning last, of a linger. ing illness, Capt. George Hussey, aged 33 years. delphia. Mild and "unasuming, he endear« ed himself to a numerous circle of friends and acquaintances by the urbanity of his manners Possessed of all the domestic virtues which constitute an affectionate husband and tender parent, his early death will long be regretted by an afflicted widow and four infant children. "Whatever farce the boastful hero plays, Virtue alone has majesty in death, And greater still the more the tyrant frowns," On Wednesday evening last, Mr. Simon Fawsit. Suddenly, on the 29th September last, at Atakapas, Orleans Territory, in the 36 year of her ng, Mis. Ann Kershaw. "Apollo struck the enchanting Lyre, The Muses sung in strains alternate." SELECTED. For the Lady's Miscellany. Mackwalter presents his compliments to the Editor and will be obliged to him for an insertion of the following new words, wrote by Sir John Stevenson for S. Holden's collection of the most esteemed old Irish Melodies. SWIFT FLY THE HOURS. New words to the old Melody of "0. pen the Door Softly." Swift by the hours when in youth's happy day When sunk on the ear were the sounds of the fray. Twas then o'er the heath flew the white. bosom'd fair, All loose on the swelling breeze floated her hair, And her dark-rolling gaze spoke the soul of despair. No tear left her eye nor no sigh 'scap'd her breast. Whilst round her lay many a hero in A rest, And the blood-glutted raven retir'd from his feast. How weak was his groan, as it pass'd by her ear, How low droop'd his head, the sad moment was near, As neath an old oak lay the warrior so dear. Love and wine wreathe the garland of She shrick'd his love'd name, as she pleasure; sprung o'er the heath, Mirth on our brow sheds it's fostering All cold on her lip she received his last ray, And life is a bountiful treasure. happy day, Love and wine wreathes the garland of Dear to our hearts is the magical chord Sweet is the time when in union of soul ing bowl, breath, And clasp'd her soul's idol, but clasp'd him in death. THE WANDERING HARPER. New words to the old Irish melody of" the Unfortunate Rake" Oh! many mountain I wearily measure, And far have I wander'd on Erin's green shore, This harp is my only companion and treasure, When welcom'd at sweet hospitality's door; Each eye by good humour is brighter. d. Then list, gentle youths, whilst I sing I learnt in dear Connaught, the soil of my birth, Ye maidens attend, whilst the tear drop of pity Shail fall like a crystalline gem to the earth. FOR SALE at this OFFICE, The 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12th, Volumes of the LADY'S WEEKLY MISCEL LANY, handsomely bound and lettered. Price $150 cents, per volume. For the Lady's Miscellany. HYMN. I mourn thine absence, dearest Lord; Without thy love, I cannot live; I weep because my heart's benumb'd Come and again thy love reveal Thomas H. Brantingham, has removed to No. 145 Broadway, where he continues to procure money on Mortgages, notes of hand & deposits, buys & sells houses, improved farms, & tracts of land Also lets & leases houses & lots, on res. sonable commision.Also the lease of 2 houses, & an annuity. Also for sale 30 farms, several with good improvements. will be sold low, goods & property of every sort taken in payment, or any who forms a company tickets & draw for the different farms will be liberaly paid for it Also a skilfull farming man with a good character, will meet with encouragement by applying as above. PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY SAMUEL B. WHITE, No. 317 Water-street, New-York, AT TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM OR, WEEKLY THE VISITOR. FOR THE USE AND AMUSEMENT OF BOTH SEXES. Saturday, January 4,.....1812. VOL. XIT:] THE ABBEY OF CLUNEDALE. A Tale. Had all nature fallen in dissolution around me, my astonishment could never been greater than what I felt by these words, The very marrow, froze in my bones, and I stood fixed to the ground an image of despair and guilt. Meantime the life blood of the unhappy Walsingham ebbed fast away, and he expired at my feet, and in the arms of his beloved sister, who, at this event, perhaps unfortunately for us both, relapsed into a state of insensibility. My own emotions, on recovering from the stupor into which I had been thrown, were those I believe of frenzy, nor can I now dwell upon them with safety, nor without a partial direliction of intellect. Suffice it to say, that I had sufficient presence of mind left to apply for assistance at the nearest fottage, and that the hapless victims of my folly were at length conveyed to the habitation of Matilda. Another dreadful scene awaited her, the recognition of her husband as the murderer of her brother;--this, through the at tention of my friends, for I myself was incapal le of acting with rationality, was for some time postponed it came, at length, however, thro' the agonies of my remorse and contrition, to her knowledge, and two months have scarce elapsed since I placed her by the side of her poor brother, who, at the fatal moment of our rencounter, had not been many months returned from the studies, and was in person a perfect stranger to your friend, Beneath that marble slab they rest. my Courtenay, and ere this, I believe, and through the medium of my own lawless hand, I should have partaken of their grave, had not my beloved sister, my amiable and gentle Caroline, stepped in, like an angel, between her brother and destruction. 'Singular as it may appear, the greatest satisfaction I now receive, is from frequent visits to this tomb of Matilda and her brother; there, over the reliques of those I have injured to implore the mercy of an offended Deity; such however, are the agonies I suffer fom the recollection of my crime, that even this resource would be denied me, were it not for the intervention of the powers of music: partial I |