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

For the Lady's Miscellany,

TO DELIA.

Delia ? true, lovely, charming fair ;
How happy must that mortal be,
Who sball alone, thy friendship share,
And know the bliss of loving thee.

Ah if some friendly hand points not to

him the way, The new and living path that leads to

er.dless day ; How should vain erring man who

boasts of virtue fair, For rich eternal life, for joys diving

prepare? Yet justice sternly says, he shall bend

down his ear; He shall dread disappointments, pain

and anguish fear ; Tho' he defy truth's plain and simple

precepts givin, He shall remember well, how he with truth bath striv'n.

GERA:

Who, when oppressing sorrows rise,
To thee, can every grief impart,
And find a solace in thy eyes,
To sooth each anguish of his heart.
With thee, to share the envied{cot,
With thee, in virtues path to stray,
Oh! should it be my happy lot,
Tbus smooth to pass my life away,

Then fortune migbt her gifts deny,
For thou the greatest in her power ;
And poverty would still supply,
To pleasure many a fleeting hour.

THE CONVINC'D SINNER. Whilst in our helpless, natal state Poor, miserable, Lord, are we, Puft'd up with pride, with pride of heart Bowing to Idol, Deities. These have I sought and lov'd & serv'd And hitherto, have with them walkid And far from God. the Lord have rov'd And thro' transgressions winding stalk'd.

Thotigh long the intervening space,
Betwix all happiness and me,
Yet hope, shall be my great solace,
And fancy bring me nigh to thee.
On her soft pinions still I'll soar,
And great antisipation (d,
Dwell on each pleasure, o'er and o'er,
That fits athwat, my amrous mind.

Yet ministers! who serve the Lord,
Who guide the downcast sorrowing soul,
Can ye no ransom, me provide
No soy'reign balm to make me whole
No, if the Lord refuse relief,
And og COD, .ssion on me take's,

CRITA,

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I think I feel some secret cord
Which gently draws my heart to thee, Checks, Cards, bandbills
Thy spirit brings me to thy word;

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Meatly and correctly executed, on Burden d I come, with sin to thee, reasonable terms ; and goods Who never spurn'd one soul away

r of any kind) will be taken But died to ransom such as me,

in part payment,-at the And gave thy life for all away.

Office of the
For all who should on thee believe,

LADY'S MISCELLANY
Who should thy blessed offers lake.
All those wbo should thy grace receive,
And from a death of sin awake,

CARPET WEAVER.
Lord help me to believe on thee

The subscriber, respectfully solicits And wait with humble trust, in love

the patronage of the Lady's in this city,

as carpet weaver. he is an aged man, To live as though here was not rest, and wishes to employ his time in this But seek a happier one above. way, as weaving has been his general

EZBOU. profession, he will be thankful for, and

will strictly attend to all orders left for him at No. 12 Henry street,

August 17th 1811. John Jones. ANSHER TO THE REBUS. Whenever you enquire the cause ; Thomas H. Brantingham, hasremore! of mischiefs done or broken laws, lo No. 145 Broadway, where he contiThe balme is always laid on thee,

nues to procure money on Mortgages,

notes of hand & deposits, buys se'ls Because your name is NOBODY:

houses, improved farms, & tracts of land

Also lets & leases houses & lots, on reaMen ost 'tis true, eng ge in fight, sonable commision. Also the lease of But "ris to shew their valiant might, 2 houses, & an annuity. Also for sale 30 And still the blame is laid on thee,

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Also a skilfull farming man with a good Critics assert, that brcvity and point con

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by applying as above.
epitaph and the epigram. The fol.
lowing is certainly a brief as well.

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MISCELLANY;

THE 311, VISITOR.

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weak and precarious state until the

beginning of May. By the manAMIABLE WIFE

agcmment of Selina, my father knew and

not the danger my mother had

been in, until it was past; and just ARTFUL MISTRESS.

as he heard of it, his terrible illAn Extract from Santo Sebasti ness came on ; when I lastened

down to hiin, and found hiin so

weak, so ill, so full of agonising "Though lord Delamore's late

pain, so very near death, that I felt acquired dislike to London confines

mny supposed hatred of him had him so much to the country, he

been all delusion. For two days has constantly made my mother

afer my arrival, he knew me not, spend every spring in town, to keep

his fever ran so high(his complaint, up the family state and consequence

rheumatic gout); but when his in the public eye ; and to mix with

abating pain, and consequent dethose of her own station, unming

crease of fever, allowed him to ob. ed with the base alloy, which in

serve me, he eagerly called me 10 the country he is compelled to ad

him, kissed me tenderly, said I mit into the society of his family. I looked like my angel mother" (a Last year, being eighteen, I was

resemblance he never allowed bepresented ; and a very delightful fore), and bade me “not to leave time we had in town, from the

him.” I meant to obey him ; but queen's to the king's birth-day : shortly after, I was compelled to but this year, alas ! how sadly dif- retire with his physicians, to referent! My father, out of sorts ceive instructions from them. with every one, because he had unjustly quarrelled with his son, • Op my return to my father, he wou'd not accompany us to town; said to me, in a'tone that thrilled but staid here brooding mischief, through my heart, “ My child, go and at length fretting himself into to bed. I remarked how pale and illness. My dear mother, in con thin you looked ; and Holt has insequence of mental disquietude, formed me, your long and tender fell dangerously ill the last week in attendance upon your mother subJanuary, and continued in a very l dued you, and that you have been

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very ill, and in a rheumatic fever Oh, Miss De Clifford ! what detoo. I know that pain, and must lusive dreams of happiness for us feel for you : but hearing you left all did augur from these emphatic your sick chamber', for the first words! During the very slow' protime, to come to me; and that gress of my father's amendment, since your arrival you never sought | his kindness and growing partialiyour pillow ; has given such pain tylo me seemed hourly lo increase. to my heart, I cannot bear it:--Go We talked incessantly of my inoto bed, my child.".

ther. · I ventured to speak of St.

Orville ;' my father scened pleas“I wept for joy, at this proof of ied that I did 50; and we often his affectionate concern for me ; | pursued the subject together. At and feeling that Nature did abso- | length the Gazette arrived conlutely require my taking rest, to i taining my gallant brother's late sustain me through, wisat ihic phy- | glorious achievment; during the sicians apprehended of my father, perusal of which, my father wept I retired : after two hours' rest, I like a child ; and, as soon as abatreturned, and found him süll ; his

ed agitation perinitted him to hold curtains drawn around him. I sat

a pen, he wrole a long letter to quietly' by his bed side, until I si Orville :--what it contained I heard him sigh heavily, and move. know not ; but it cost lord DelaI then gently drew aside the cur

more many lears. tain, to look at him ;* when he instantly caught my hand, and press

It happened, most unfortunate. ed it affectionately to his lips. ly, that my father was so much reOh! how my heart thrilled ! covered, as to be able to walk out

before the return of my mother ; " That night, as the hasty fore --a return, I have no doubt, Seboding doctors apprehended, he lina most diabolically retarded : had a relapse ; but it turned out, writing for so many renewals of most fortunately, of little conse leave of absence; first for perquence': when, in the first mo. mission to stay the birth-day; and ments of returning pain poor Holt, then that my mother looked pale, overpowered by his sorrow, un and was so weak she was not yet guardedly chopped some word ex. equal to so long a journey ;--and l'essive of despair. My father, is this was all, I am certain, because with almost terrifying vehemence, | she dreaded their meeting before instantly exclaimed-Driveller! Monk had an opportunity of workI am not dying. I cannot, will not, ing my overthrow in my father's die ! Emily cannot now come to l favour, and turning his heart from me, and on the bosom of my ap

Last Monday-oh! gel wife, only,' will I resign my it was black Monday for me!--my last breath.'

father walked over to visit that en

my mother.

chantress Monk: and returned without rouge, to look like grief. from her an altered being. No Howling, when he moaned ; fidmore did his eyes beam with affec- getting with the curtains, when he tion on me : no more was his voice dosel, effectually to awaken him ; attuned by kindness. Alas! he re running about, shouting, bawling, tuined the harsh, stern father, I and calling every one-y-impeding had ever before found him. I all; and doing nothing herself, thanked Heaven, St. Orville's let when his pain became violent and ter was gone, beyond the reach of alarming-but officiously giving malice to recal; but I trembled him all bis medicines, of which, in for all the airy castles I had built, her tender, agonised anxiety (as for the conjugal happiness of my she herself termedi it) always cona parents : and, alas! alas! the fri- triving to spi!l two-thirds : though gid reception my father gave my she managed never to lose a drop mother after a separation of almost of the Maderia she had continually five months and after her danger recourse to, to sustain her through ous indisposition, and his own- her heart rending attendance : and cruelty put every lingering hope both Seabright and Holt afirm, to flight. I know he was offended they are certain she threw the at her want of punctuality, in not medicines about, and made all her being at Bridgeport, to which place noises, on purpose to prevent his he anxiously rode this moruing, to recovery, being anxious to come inmeet her (the longest ride he has to possession of the inmense be. attempted since his illness): 1 quest he has made to her. Cerfatigue and disappointment terri- tainly, from the moment my fably irritated him--but could not ther's rest was undisturbed and have occasioned such a heartless that he got all his medicines, he reception as that: and I cannot recovered rapidly. but mingle self-upbraidings with my sorrow : for I doubt not my

• However, tó return to

the indignant impetuosity increased point, of myself upb: aiding.--Un the malice and machinations of my arrival this vile woman retired Mrs. Monk.

tonuy father's dressing room, where

I most unexpectedly encountered On my father's being taken iil, her. My indignation, at there bethis Circe few thiiler. By, his holding the destroyer of my mo. lordship's order, she was admitted, ther's happiness, almost amounted and became his chief nurse :--and to frenzy: I ordered her instantly such a nurse, Seabright the house to quit the castle; nor . dare to conkéeper told me, never was before taminate the air I breathed, wick seen!... Sitting rocking herself, her, polluted breath.' on her chair, with a face a yard flashed fire : but I suppose the }o's; to look woe-begone; and fire which dashed from mine was

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