of its proprietors. The latter such is not my intention: I only I intended to have explained #s effects in social lif: but as my thoughts have taken a differen turn to what they were at fist designed to do, I shall take anothe opportunity of considering the subject. I am your constant Reader. The EDITOR to his PATRONS As the fifteenth volume of the Ladies Miscellany will close on the eighteenth day of October Lext, the Editor thinks proper. to address a few words to his mumerous patrons in this city, and else where; as well to express his thanks for the past liberal encour• agement and assistance of his fiends, as to inform them of the objects he has in view, with regad to his establishment in fu ture. It is now Eleven years, since the Ladies Miscellany (under different titles.) first made its appear ance in this city, with various success; yet that success even at its float,tho' lowest ebb, has always been suffi so lib. any by his attention to other branches. of his business, he might be ena bied, to acquire that support for his famity, which was denied him. in his Editorial capacity, and as ho cannot with propriety think of Issuing a paper, which (from his Der avocations) is presented from receiving the necessary care and support it requires. the Editor is concluded to offer the estab soment for SALE-Attne close of the present volume. Should the Editor, however, not meet with purchaser to suit him, he has engaged with a Gentleman, in this city,of gespectable talents, to undertake e conduction of the paper to commence with the next volume. And in case the latter arrangement should take place, the subscribers to the Miscellany may rest assured of receiving universal satisfaction. As no pains or ex. pense wil be spared in rendering it a complete vehicle of useful and entertaining knowledge; as not only the original talents of the as bove mentioned Gentleman,will be. bestowed upon the paper, but cop. ious extracts will enrich its columns, from the best and most approved authors extant, and he has it in his power from a well stored library, and an extensive corrès pondence, to render the Ladies Miscellany,one of the most valua- | ble and instructive works of the kind in the United states. The Editor feels a "consciousness, that should the paper still remain in his hands, his former patrons and the public at large, it on the bright side, insensibly meliorates his temper, an in consequence of it, iniproves his own happiness and the happiness of all about him.' ANECDOTES. THE soldiers of a certain En will not let him be a sufferer fromglish regiment were so addic ed the expensive arrangements he has made to usher in the subsequent volume of this work with that respect which he confidently expects it will hitherto be entitled to. to plundering, that they stripped the inhabitants of the towns where they were quartered of every thing they could meet with. Some people having suffered considerably, Nor can he be prevailed upon went to demand satisfaction of the to believe,that the Citizens of New-commanding officer. They severYork, will permit laudable and virally related their complaints, and tuous exertions to go unrewarded, he attended to them with great or literary merit and talents, to be patience. Pray,' said he, did treated with contempt and frigid they leave any thing behind them?” neglect. SAMUEL B. WHITE. New-York 5th September 1812. VARIETY. ORIGINAL AND SELECTED For the Lady's Miscellany. GOOD DISPOSITION. Is one of the principal ingrediments of happiness. Almost every object that attracts my notice, has its bright and its dark side: he that hibituates himself in look at the displeasing side, will pour his disposition, and consequently impair his happiness: while he who constantly behelds Oh yes. please your honor, several things.' Then,' he replied, 'they were none of my soldiers,” Dr. Johnson being asked, what was love?, answered, it was the foily of a wise man and the wisdom of a fool,' and Dryden being asked the same question, replied, 'it is a subject I have felt and heard, but never yet could understand. A FEW years since, there was woman. who in London a young had grieved herself even to death for fear of loosing her husband, who was then sick; but the good man her father did all he could to comfort her. Cómo, child, said he we are mortal: have a good heart: for, let the worst come. I have a better husband in store for you. Alas, sir, said she, why do you talk of another husband? why you might as well have stuck a da ger to my heart? No, no, if ever 1 think of another husband, may However the man died, and the wonan immediately broke our into such excess of grief, that all about thought she was really beside herself, by tearing her hair, and bearing her breast: but upon a secon: thought, she wiped her eyes lifted them up, and cried Heaven's will be done! and then turns to her father, Py, sir, about the other husband you were speaking of? Is he here in the house? tance is a mere wreck. One man was saved though blown at a considerable distance.' Casualty.-Drowned, on Saturday the 5 h inst, Capt James Borot, of Nan. tucket, in coming down the North Ri. ver, with the schr, Sally-when at the entrance of the Highlands, he was acci dentally knocked overboard with the main boom. In consequence of its blow. ing heavy, and all exertions to save him proved ineffectual. The vessel returnéd to Poughkeepsie, but Mr Bocot has not yet been heard of. The British ship Quebec, of the Jamaca flee. has been captured by the Saratoga, captain Riker. She is at Hurl Gate, on her was down the sound, and he ca go we understand, is estimat, ed 300 thousand dollars. But fair stream to me in vain, Thy mu murs echo through the plain, Tho' soft and sweet, they cannot heal The ender cares I daily feel. While doom'd to wonder through the grove, Alone, and absent from my love Through rocks and bushes night and day, Steady thou persuis thy way, Of him who de gas to wander near. Rocks ard plains and thickets past, nd art known to us no more. HORATIO From the North Star. Occasioned by a Sparrow's making refuge in my chamber, at night, from a thunder shower. when on a visit to my friends. Little tiny, trembling stranger, Welcome to this trendly dome, Perhaps, like me, you are a ranger, Without a friend-without a home. Do lightnings flash and thunders roar, And darkness spread its raven wing! Those sable clouds will soon flit o'er, The morn shall dawn, and you shat sing. Then wherefore throbs that tiny breast, The tempest gone, shall welcome thee Perhaps there is, who feels for me, On whose fond breast I may repose, Whose soul is made of constancy, Whose bosom beats responsive broes. If so, our hearts are fin où win'd~ To share his sorrow, or his bliss. And when the span of life" is run, Which God to us on earth has given, Our eyelids clos'd-nú labor done, Our souls shail wing their flight to Heaven. From the National Intelligencer. 'Tis a common cause we try, 'Tis Life 'tis Home and all things dear God of Hosts, in mercy Hear ! See your western Brethren bleed, British gold has done the deed Child and Mother, Son and sire Beneath the tomahawk expite. Soldier. Life is but a day, Transcient as the sunny rayWould you fill a coward's grave, This evanescent good to save ? Yet 'midst battle's wild alarms, "Mid at the clatting din of antes, Let Pity move-iet Mercy spare'Tis thy Brother meets thee there. Nor comes he the e thy foe by choice Listen hen to Mercy s voice! Chesish love's benignant glow, 'Mids the scenes of death and woe. He who sees a sparrow fall, Sees thee prompt at duty's callHe who numbers every hair, God of Bart'es guard thee-here'Till Victory, espousing Peace, Shall bid contending armies cease! PRINTING AND BOOK BINDING, Neatly and correctly executed, (az reasonable terms.) at the Office of the LADY'S MISCELLANY. WANTED. Two or Three Young Ladies as Ag prentices, to the Taylors Business, ap. ply at No. 99 Cherry-street. PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY SAMUEL B. WHITE, No.28 Frankfort-street New-York. AT TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM. |