• Punishment, though lame, willfulness. overtake you at last.' Some of the company were affected, some winced, some thanked me for my advice, some looked as if thetr conscience was in their face, and some eviuently remembered their weeping wives and friends. Turning to one of the last, I said, Sir, after the affecting scene you passed,, thro' the last night, on your return to your beloved companion, can you be possessed of such insensibility, as to renew it again so soon? The power of invisibility being granted me, Harlequin-like, I followed you to the lonesome, and sorrowful a. partment of her, whom you love. Ah! from a consciousness of your unkindness to her, how, with trembling steps, did steal into you your own house? I saw your tardy pace. Thoughts of your injured companion, as you drew near, rushed on your mind; I heard the throbs of your heart, you cannot say it was not wrung with anguish. You passed slowly to the door, which, from affection to you she had left unlocked; though, from the timid y common to her sex, she had, for hours suffered the anguish of fear. You opened it with all the sensibility of shame, and conscious injustice, and cruelty; jou passed on to the door of her apartment. An involuntary sigh from within, pierced the door, and your heart too. Entering, and endea. vouring to keep up your spirits, you affected to speak with cheer This was too much: her heart was ready to burst--she wept aloud! Was you insensible ? No, you had an heart too,you wept, And are you here now? Quit for love's sake, for virtue's sake, quit this place forever. To him who reposes beneath the sculptured marble. A FRAGMENT. Yes; I would have blotted from my soul all trival remembarnces, and next to Heaven thou shouldst have been its dearest object. Thou shouldst have led me by the hand through the consecrated groves of wisdom; thy precept should have strengthened my mind, and endued it with a por tion of thy knowledge: I would have imitated thy virtues, that I might have been more worthy thy esteem. I would have treasured thy counsels in my heart, and my mind should have bettered by thy instructions. As a food sister views the brother of her love, would I have beheld thee:' yes, I would have been unto thee even as thy youngest sister. Thou shouldst have acknowledged that amongst the faithless thou hadst found owe faithful; and when to censure the mutability of the sex, thou hadst immersed thy pen in the gall of sire a thought of Mary would. have flushed across thy mind, and the memory of her truth have arrested thy ready hand: and when ་ who by participating, would have alieviated thy sorrows." And bad sickness hovered over thy couch, and smitten thee with her barbed javelin, I would have thrown aside the unfinished sonnet, the slackened string of my lute should have mourn'd in silence with its mistress; and I would have watched over thee as a child by the sick disgusted with the insipidity of tinselled foily and loud laughing mirth, fleddest from the circle of the gay then wouldst thou have said, I will repair to the bower of my beloved, I will seek the retreat of her who preferreth the approving smile of the friend of her choice, to the adulation of the multitude; I hasten to thee, my sister; we will again ponder the page of inspira-bed of a dying parent; with the tion, and banquet on the food of spirits; I will fly to thee, Mary, and read more in thy eye-more than a lover's welcome. --Nor shouldst thou have been deceived, no: thou shouldst have read in the eye of Mary the pure dictates of platonic passion, and the glowing the energetic language of unalterable friendship, Yes; as a rock that the proud waves beat against in vain and the tempest rages and shaketh it not, should have been the friendship of Mary. And had the form of gracefulness flitted before me, had my eye met the pointed dart of beauty, the memory of thy virtues would have rushed upon my soul, and beat aside the fated shaft and I would have exclaimed in the language of the son of the muses, "Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.” Had the frowns of an unstable world clouded thy days; had the fiend, who was even as thine own soul, forsaken thee; had misfor. tune made ready her arrow, and aimed her venomed shaft at thy repose; here shouldst thou have found her who would have met thee with unchanged regard; her, hand of gentleness would I have smoothed thy pillow, and administered the 'healing potion: and my accents should have breathed consolation. And when the cherub Health had again visited thee, I would have said, I am amply repaid. Thou wouldst have again called forth sweet strains from the lyfe of the muses, the long neglected lyre, the lyre that won the soul of Mary: Thy hand would again have swept its silver strings, and thou wouldst have hymned a song of gratitude to him who raised thee from the bed of sickness: Mary would have assisted at the mental sacrifice: the world and the world's vanities, would have passed from our view, and our souls would have soared above mortality! THE SIGH ANG THE TEAR. Gentle zephyr, as you fly, Should you meet my lovely fair, Cross your current as you flow, But not whose eyes had swolu you so. Nothing, perhaps, tends more to produce drunkenness, in the husband, than a scolding and peevish habit in the wife. When the former returns from business, or company, and meet from the latter a volley of reproaches, instead of the smiles of connubial affection --is he not under a strong temptation, to drown his disquietude & chagrin in premeditated intoxication? 'Tis the part of the wife, ever to receive a eturning husband with smiles, and apparent contentment; whether late or early, druak or sober. To tell him, in tears, she laments his long absence, and his neglect of her company, will melt his heart to a confession, and work a reformation: but with frowns to call him a drunkard, will rouse his resentment, and prompt him to revenge by extravagance and intemperance. Few men will brook a peremptory command, from a wife: yet, every womau may gain a complete ascendancy over her husband. A few endearing expressions accompanied by a modest request, from an amiable woman. CATO and CUDJOE, had lately a ball, to please the fair sex. They unfortunately were out of wood. They agreed to borrow some, from a stave yard at night, in N. Eront street, near Noah's Ark. They were detec ed, however, and were taken into that tavern for examination, Mr. Jonathan Jencks, who is an eccentric wag, officiated as a judge. After going through all the evidences, and pleadings, the learned judge, exhorted them,in an claborate discourse: after which, he pronounced their sentance which was, that they each, have twenty lashes, with a cowskin, well-laid on, alternately every five lashes by their own hands. Cato was stripped, and tied up first. He yelled, ghastly at the lashes. Neber mind,' says Cato, my turn next." Cudjoe was then, tied up and out of spite, Cato laid on heavily. Their claret oozed copiously. Both swearing vengeance on each other till the sentence was.executed They were forced to shake hands over the mixed liquors, half; and half of whiskey and beer. A NEGRO lad, of about fifteen years of age, who had eloped from his master, on a cold night, begged to lay on Dr. Richard Heimberger's floor, by the fire-side: to. will carry with them, such invin-which, Richard, like a good Sa maritan, assented. But as if the head must always be employed in surmise-he forebode, in his nod dle that the lad had a notion for stealing and that he had an accomplice. He had a guard fixed around his vicinage: and, after opast twelve o'clock. --a showy morning,' had shouted among the houses, along came a sturdy black fellow, he was taken into Richard's Esculapian Shop,-examined, whilst Victor was impelled, by an ipundation of threats to say, that the flinty son of Asia, was his accomplice, and that they had a day's. mind on his Drugs. Off they were conveyed to prison. When the trial came on, Vietor, (for that was his name) was pardoned that he might be a states evidence against the other. On trial the judge asked him who is God,?' He said he did not know him. He was then, asked, if he knew, who is the Devil? He said he never saw him but that he heard he was a bad fellow. The judge then enquired, do you know where you will go to, when you die? He answered this by asking another, 1 how should I know ? The court finding, that he was too innocent, or too cunning, discharged both, amidst the roaring shouts of laugh ter. THE MEDICAL APPLICATION OF MONEY. The humourous Rabeials, who was domestic physician to Cardi. nal de Billay, held a consultation one day with several other physis cians, concerning a hypocondriac disorder which the Cardinal was then troubled with, and an opening decoction was unanimously prescribed for his eminence. Disagreeing, however, about the composition of this decoction, Rabelais strongly recommended a key, as one of the most opening things in the universe. I perfectly agree with that celebrated French writer that, 'A key is one of the most opening things in the world: but I think I can mention another of at least equal efficacy with his potion Money, for example, in the cases alluded to,gencrally operates very forcibly upon many patients who are costive, & require medical aid. It will open a lawyer's mouth and keep it wide extended for many hours, if you administer it in sufficient quantities: but if you deal it out in scruples & penny-weights very little benefit will be derived from it. Money, applied with prudence and judgment, will openprison doors, give instantaneous relief to a patient, who, without: it, would absolutely be given over as incurable, and, indeed, will sel. dom fail to procure a laxative habit among those who have the good · things of the world at their dis. posal. As to the mode of administering this medicine, it must be observed that it operates with peculiar en. ergy, when judiciously applied to the palm of the hand. The City Inspector reports the death of 70 persons in this city, and at Potter's field, from the 18th to the 25th day of April. The memorable conflagration at Rich. mond, appears to have been but the fore runner of a chain of disasters. Ever since that mournful era, the appalling cry of Fire has resounded throughout Vir ginia, and proclaimed, in mournful ac cents, the ravages of that destructive element in every quarter. Again we seize the pen to announce its cruei devas. tations. On the night of the 8th inst. that well known valuable property called the Essex Mills, near- -Tappahannock. discovered to be on fire. The flames increased with such rapidity that the whole pile was in ashes before the least Pssistance could be had to stay their progress. This afflicting calamity is sup. posed to have been the work of some in cendiary, and a person charged with be ing the perpetrator is now in jail: but the evidence is not strong enough to convict him. The value of these Mills we understand was estimated at $ 10,000; they were the property of Lawrence Muse Esq. a most worthy and enterprising gentle man, who, by the vicissitudes of life had lost the greater part of an independent fortune, and embarked the remainder in these milis. Norfolk Herald. CONDITIONS OF THE LADY'S MISCELLANY. The price is Two DOLLARS, per annum distant Subscribers half yearly in advance, otherwise the papers will not be forwarded to them, except where there are Agents to collect the same It shall be delivered to Subscribers. in the City, every Saturday, and forwarded to those in country by the earliest conveyance. Postage to be paid on all Letters di. rected to the Editor, (except Agents) er otherwise the Letters will not be attend ed to. WANTED immediately, an Apprentice to the Printing bu siness, apply at this office. Married. On Sunday evening last, by the res. Mr. Hall, Mr. Foshua Wells, to Miss Sally Robertson, both of this city. Died. On Sunday morning, after a lingering illness, Mr. John Shiffen, aged, 40 years. On Sunday morning last, after a painful illness, which she bare with christian fortitude Mrs Elizabeth Murphy, wife of Mr. Lawrence Murphy. On Friday evening the 24th ult. Mrs. Margaret Smith, wife of Thomas H. Smith. On Saturday evening last, of a linger ing illness of upwards of two years, which he bore with Christian fortitude, aged 47 years, Capt. John Murray. On Saturday last, at the house of Capt. Ralph Barber, at Brooklyn, Mr. James Gough, in the 64th year of his age, an old and respectable accountant of this city. |