morse.

lified in our regiment, and came cries: it was those of the person with us to Corsica last suinmer ; who had just seen Dulilot throw this girl, through a constancy very

himself into the river. Every one uncommon in beings of her spe. was eager to fly to his assistance, cies, came to release her lover ; but it was too late, he was dead she had the

appearance of a rich when he was taken up. woman, and as she said, her fortune was made at Lyons, no doubt

Such was the end of Dulilot, by means of some dupe --where the victim of an inconsiderate love, cyer he may be. She in fact re

nothing had been able to convince leased her dear favourite ; they

him of Nervalle's perfidy, he ran then both departed; I have not

through a considerable fortune in learned what has become of them,

worshiping this divinity, who apor do I trouble myself about the

bused his passion, and when his matter.--That's the history of your

eyes were open to the light, despretended chevalier Duval and his pair forced him to renounce a life

which no longer presented him, espectable comfort."

any prospect but shame and reDuring this recital, Debar fixed

This is the most striking his eyes on Dulilot : he saw him example of the excesses to which all at once wrn pale and red, with we may be led by a blind passion, shame and despair. He would not and the fatal bandeau of love. completely overwhelm him, and

(Concluded.) therefore was silent. The next day, he thought that the night having left his friend time to make

THE SLIPPERS; sober reflections, he might wholly undeceive him by waimer & more urgent remonstrances, These overtbrew Dultlot; he was unable PUNISHMENT OF AVARICE. to answer his friend ; his dispair

A Turkish Tale. was strongly depicted in his face. Debar saw at last that truth had There dwelt in Bagdat an old made an impression on his poor | merchant named Abow Cassam friend, and not choosing to push noied for his avarice, although he matters to extremity, he went away was very rich his cloaths were from him, after having affection-nothing but patches and rags, bis alely squeezed his hand, and ma turban was of the coarsest cloth, nifesed his pardon in his eyes and so dirty that it was difficult to moistened with tears. Dulilot also distinguish the colour; but of all went away. A quarter of an hour || bis whole dress, his slippers were had now elapsed siuce this seper what most merited the attention ation, when Debar heard sone of the curious, the soles were

or the

ihe young hero with great earnest

LADY'S MISCELLANY. ness “ I am son to Paddy Brannon

NEW-10RK, November 9, 1811. the tailor

" Be it our task,

To note the passing tidings of the times An English sailor residing some time in Portugal was strongly so

The City Inspector reports the death of. licited by a Catholic priest to

35 persons in this city and suburbs dur. change his religion which the tar

ing the last week, ending on the 26th inst. boldly resisted. The Holy Father finding all arguments fruitless altered his mode of attack, and of

FIRES. fered him a Six and thirty as the

On Friday evening a fire broke out in reward of his apostacy. The the large fire-proof Store corner of Wa. promis'd bribe rather stagger'd fer-street and Burling slip ; which was Jack's faith, and having desired extinguished before any material dum. time to consider of it till next age had been sustained. morning, applied to a brother tar

On Saturday two small wooden buil. for his advice, which was given in

dings in Cross-street, near the Manbat.

lan Waler Woks, were destroyed. They thc style of blunt honesty :--Dont

were occupied by Mr. Blancbe as a cor. turn to him, messmate for if your

dial distillery. Religion was not better than his

On Sunday forenoon, Fenton and own and a Six and thirty into the M'Qiheen's foundery in Cross-street, opbargain, he'd be dam'd before he posite the before mentioned fire, was alwould ask you to change.

so destroyed. This is the third time That a similar accident has occured in that place. We regret, that so useful

and respectable a mechanic as Mr. M'. An amourous affusion. There is

Queen, should so often be visitid with so something in the rich endowment

dreadful a calamity. of a woman, s love which exceeds all human bliss. How low is ambition, how poor are Riches, how

Our Philadelphia Correspondant un. insipid is pleasure when void of this

der date of Sunday last, communicrtes enlivening spirit! Love cannot be the following remarkable circumstance. deem'd a distinct passion, but ra. A large new three-story brick house ther the inforining soul of every

wbich the carpenters were beginning to other sentiment or affection in

roof yesterday afternoon suddenly fell

down with a tremendous crash precipi. the human breast. It refreshes

tating Sor 9 workmen among the ruins ; labour, relicves care, and gives

but what is very remarkable, none of enjoyment to pleasure. It not only

them were dangerously wounded, or a inspirits our morals, but even bone fractured. The continued wet wea. our religion is cold philosophy ther preventing the mortar from cement wishour it.

ing, was the cause of this accident.”.

At Canion, (China) in May last, Mr. Married.

Fames M"Comb of the ship Triton, of this On Saturday evening last, at the Seat port, to the beautiful Miss Chial Tangi of Governor Fay, Bedford, Mr. Thomas Hoam.youngest daughter of Altungi Hoan Hamersley, merchant, of this city, to a Mandarin of immense wealth, residing Miss Susan Waikins, grand daughter of l near the English Factory the late Governor Livingston, of New. Jersey.

At Brooklyn on Thursday the 31st inse.

by the reo Mr. Thatcher, Samuel W. Or Monday evening 4th inst. by the rew Disbrow esq. of this city, to Miss Sarah Mr. Lyell Mr. Asa Day, of the house of Cook, of that place. Day & Parsons, to Miss Susan Augusta Baker, Daughter of Mr. David Baker, merchant all of this city.

Died.
And o blest pair,"
May offsprings dear,

On Saturday last, in the 88th year of
Soon crown your fond embrace,

her age. Mrs Elizabeth Clopper, relict Soon may there rise, To glad your eyes,

of Peter Clopper, formerly merchant of A long and beautious race.

On Monday"last, Mr. James M InOn Monday evening last, by the rev.

tosh, in the 57th year of his age. Mr. Broadhead, Ruggles Hubbard, eso ef Troy, to Miss Catherine Storm, daugh.

On Thursday last, Merven S. Hal. ter, of Thomas Sturin, esqof this city.

lam, of the Theatre. On Saturday evening last, by the rev At Newark, New Jersey, on Tuesday Dr. Miller, Mr. Thomas Toole, to Miss last, Mr. Archer Gifford for many years Mary Swan, both of this city.

a respectable inn keeper of that place.

this city.

At Huntington, Long Island. on Friday At Poughkeepsy, on the 10th inst. Mrs. evening last, by the reo. Mr Schenck, Mr. Fane Hardey, consort of the late, Joel Simon Soudiler, 10 Miss Experiance L.

Harvey, and daughter of the reo. Mri Potter, daughter of B. Potter, esq. of Dibble, formerly of Stamford, Connec. Lloyd's Neck.

ticut

A face as thin and hardy as a hatchet. There liv'd in Dornoch, long age, a man With jaws more lank I think than

e'er you saw : Dame Neture had surpass'd her usual

plan, And out-be-scotchified a lanthorn jaw From that to Solway-Firth not one

could match it.

This fellow one day for a barber sentApollo struck the enchanting Lyre,

The barber brought bis shave-pot and

his case, The Muses sung in strains alternate."

And having lathered Mac-to labor

went, For the Lady's Miscellany. To clear the crap of stubble from his

face. JEMIMA

But first there is a thing that must be Who dwells in yonder little cot,

knownAnd envies not the rich one's lot ; Who ne'er will be by me forgot?

In Scotland they're a custom of their Jemima,

own,

Which every son of soap among The loveliest of the village throng

them follows: At eve's approach she is among, They thrust their fingers in a fellow's. And warbles sweet her dulcet song,

check. Jemima,

Which meets the raisor as if plump and The fairest of the fair is she ;

sleek, Her diligence is like the bee ; And often she has smil'd on me,

Along the varying landscape of their

jowls; Jemima,

For otherwise they couldn't for their Who me once with a smile receiv'd,

souls, And plighted rows which I believ'd, E'er touch the bristles down among And then alas! my truth deceiv'd?

the hollows, Jemima,

Now this way Frizzle took, to dress the Who when my heart was sunk in grief, leather And I approach'd to claim relief,

That screen'd otr Scotchman's grinders Shun'd me, as if I were a thief?

from the weather. Jemima,

Still laboring on with more of haste than Yet still I love you cruel maid,

care, And must'till in the earth I'm laid,

He hardly even stopt to spit and swear; And soon I shall, I am afraid,

Because forsooth he hadn't time to Jemima,

linger : S. Y.

'Till finding gentler touches all must

fail, SCOTCH SHAVING. He made a scrape that rather pair'd his If north of Aberfoil you've ever been,

Dail, Mongst Scotland's highland sons, you

By giving Mac a window to his face ; must have seen

But not reflecting on the woeful case, A custom common and inveterate there, Cried, “Damn your lanthorn jaws, That eyery one, almost, is used to wear, I've cut my finger !"

As memory o'er this task shall wake,
And retrospective pleasure take;
How shall I wish, but wish in vain,
7" enjoy Youth's careless hours again! li