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respect to their libations to Bacchus, the presiding divro nity of the Island, they frequently indulge their appetite to excess in the luxury of the table. From this circum. stance, with the sedentary life to which they habituate themselves, they become subject to chronic disorders, which are followed by the debilities of premature old age,
The writer adds, that early marriages and a numerous offspring greatly shorten the youth, or at least the bloom and gaiety of female life. The mothers (be says) have often from six to twelve children, whom they generally suckle.
LAMENTATION. THOUGH the sun never shines on the grave where she Nor flow'rets tbeir fragrance bestow,
(sleeps, The traveller rests on his journey, and weeps
For the maid who reposes below.
And hope told of pleasure to come;
And now she is cold in the tomb.
They have breath'd an eternal adieu ;
Her vot'ries will fly away too.
And gentle and soft be her sleep:
To think of her beauty and weep.
GAMING EXTRAORDINARY. THE late General Scott, so celebrated for his success in gaming, was one evening playing very deep with the Count D'Artois and the Duke de Chartres, at Paris, when a petition was brought up from the widow of a French officer, stating her various misfortunes, and praying reJief: a plate was handed round, and each person put in one, two, or three, louis-d'ors; but when it was held to the General, who was going to throw for a stake of 500 louisd’ors, he said. “Stop a moment, if you please, Sir ; here goes for the widow !" The throw was successful, and he instantly swept the whole into the plate, and sent it down to astonished petitioner,
And see those silent orbs that gem the sky
The moon that holds her glorious path on highThe countless host of stars of lesser light, All moving on their destined course aright,
Through the broad ocean of ipfinity,
Steer'd by the hand of Him whose glories lie Beyond the stretch of mortal sense or sightWhen I behold all heaven divinely bright
With this array, and downward turn mine eyes,My soul expands into its native might,
And loathes the burden of that coil that lies
Like lead upon the soul, and clogs its flight Unte its purer seats and kindred skies.
The feather'd herald bore:
She then returned no more.
Thou still must learn to bear,
The deluy'd world of care:
THE CHAIN OF LOVE. IN wanton spot, my Doris from her fair And glossy tresses, tore a straggling hair, And hound my hands as if of conquest vain, And I some royal captive in her chain. At first I laughed—"This fetter lovely maid, Is lightly worn and soon dissolved," I said: I said: but ah I had not learned to prove How strong the fetters that are forged by love. The little thread of gold I stove to sever Was bound like steel about my heart for ever; And from that luckless hour my tyrant Fair Has led and turned me like a single hair,
LAZINESS OF AUTHORS. DR JOHNSON was accustomed to laugh at men who imagined themselves to be fitter for literary composition at one time than another; or that at different times, and under different circumstances, they succeeded better in different kinds of composition. In his own example bowever, we see how little his practice corresponded with bis theoretical notions. The Doctor wrote his far famed Rasselas, to provide the means of defraying the expences of his wife's funeral, and the feeling excited by the occasion; the tune of mind in which it was written is apparent and striking, and inspires a melancholy which sickens the heart, and makes us almost listless of existence. The world was blaok to him, his perves were shaken, and he could not at that moment have written any thing which would have inspired other ideas; nor, we maintain, could he, gigantic as were bis powers, at any time of bis life bave produced Rasselas under joyous impressions, in a state of bilarity resulting from good fortune and a healthful temperament. If in the former condition of mind, he had attempted to be merry, it must indeed have been, in his own expression of Milton, “a melancholy mirth,” and if in the latter state he had attempted to compose Rasselas, he would have thrown down his pen, and confessed biunself incapable of the task.
The term laziness is misapplied in this instance; literary labour can only be well performed, when the mind can be readily brought in unison with the subject; and the laziness generally attributed to authors may be thus accounted for. This is abundantly shewn in the reluctance with which Johnson and many other literary characters always applied to literary labour, and which nothing but necessity could overcome.
A REFLECTION ON SUMMER.
Now Summer's contrast through the land is spread,
And turn us back, where Winter's tempest fled,
The then bare woods, that tremble over head
And wrecks of beauty ne'er to bloom again,-
As the last Summer had commenced its reign,
So in this life, when future thoughts beguile,
Hope cheers us onward with as sweet a smile
And were deceived.
Their souls for ever!
Else they had broken!
THE HANDKERCHIEF. A judge of the Police and Spy
(For both are join'd in Eastern nations) Prowling about with purpose sly,
To list to people's conversations,
According to his dirty calling,
Who wept and blubber'd,
Which strives in vain to vent and utter
The overflowings of the gutter.
Insisting on the dame's declaring
What caused this monstrous ululation : When she averr'd her spouse had beat her
Black and blue beyond all bearing,
Without the smallest provocation. To work the judge's pen and ink went,
Taking the rogue's address and trade,
Was duly into Court convey'd :
For trifles that surpass'd belief,
He swore, point blank, that he had struck her
With nothing but his handkerchief. The judge, convinced by this averment,
Dismiss'd the case without a word ; When in the court there rose a ferment,
And the wife's angry voice was heard-
My Lord, my Lord !' do interpose,
That he for ever blows his nose