the events which shows that some cently been collected and pubof the prophecies are fulfilled and [lished in a volume; and we have others fulfilling. Our limits de- no hesitation in declaring, that in prive us of the pleasure of a more our opinion, it is amongst the minute examination of this work. most valuable publications that We can only say that the perusal have lately been offered to the of it has imparted pleasure and public. afforded instruction; and as a school or family book, we think it a most valuable acquisition. Ed. BRIEF REMARKER, &c. BY EZRA SAMPSON. Although the head of the venerable author is silvered by age, his writings shew that 'He thinks as a sage-though he feels like a man.' " Although we are among the admirers of the Spectator, Guardian, Rambler, Idler, &c. we frankNewspapers, for a number of ly declare that the "BRIEF RE-. years past, have been almost ex- MARKER," stands equally high in clusively devoted to political dis-our estimation. The Parent canquisitions. They may, without not put into the hand of his child, doing much violence to language nor the Preceptor into the hand or to truth, be denominated the of his pupil, a more valuable readpartizan's bible. In examining files ing book. Ed. of them, published before we were able to read them, we find many We have very lately received excellent moral essays, and pieces copies of the first Address delivupon the common duties which ered to the Hartford County Agman owes to man, and which men ricultural Society, by HENRY L. owe to heaven. "THE PROMPT-ELLSWORTH, Esq. of Windsor, and ER" was originally written in ETHAN A. ANDREWS, Esq. of BerNumbers, by the Hon. NOAH lin. They will be more particuWEBSTER, and first published in larly noticed, and some "exthe "Connecticut Courant." It tracts" furnished in our next was published afterwards in a Number. volume; and although an excellent little work, for the common reader, is scarcely to be found in any of our numerous book stores. Ed. USEFUL INVENTIONS AND Amongst the numerous bounThe "Brief Remarker," was commenced six or seven years ties bestowed by a beneficent since in the Connecticut Courant, Providence, upon the people of in Numbers. The excellence of Connecticut, but few can exceed them soon attracted the at- the fish in our numerous streams ; tention of the leading Editors in The writer has the Republic, and their columns and but few are less regarded, or were graced with these admira- more abused. ble productions. They have re- often been told by men, not very FOR THE RURAL MAGAZINE. far advanced in life, that they distinctly remember the time when From observing the method * it was actually considered a dis- practised in different rivers of grace to he found eating shad, the U. States-and from my own one of the finest of fish that swims, method of curing alewives is, to experience, I find that the best in salt or fresh water. Alewives, take the fish, as soon as caught, which literally throng some of and sait them, with at least one our streams, are still considered bushel of salt, and four ounces of as the humblest food. It must be saltpetre to a barre. They may be cut or salted whole; though admitted that a land which flows those that are cut are best for famwith milk and honey-beef and ly's use. To cure them with pork-butter and cheese-poul-smoke † let them be put in strong try and—every thing, has less need pickle for twenty-four hours, and then strung on sticks through the of the delicious product of the head, and hung up over the smoke waters, than those desolate por---keep a constant smoke made tions of the globe that produces from hard wood, covered with nothing else. But all these bles-green turf, to smother the blaze, sings cannot, at all times, be procured by all; and if a wholsome and nourishing food can so easily and cheaply be procured by the poorer classes of society, they certainly ought to avail themselves of the benefit. for ten days; at which time they will be struck through-let them remain in the smoke-house. Occasionally add a little smoke, and they will improve in flavour for at least one year. CORN SHELLER. This machine being used for the benefit of the H. C. A. S. and still out of the we * Alewives are cut, by chopping off the The following directions, for city, we have been disappointed in obtain curing Alewives, has been oblig-ing the description, which we anticipated and promised in our last Number; ingly communicated to the Edi-therefore ask the indulgence of our pattor, by Mr. Benjamin Fowler, ofrons until the machine, shall be returned to the City. this city. Having long been engaged in the parking of provisions and fish, and exporting them, ining out the inwards, and scaling them. Sixty may be dressed in this way in an large quantities, his opinion is hour. The whole expence of a barrel of founded upon experience, which alewives, dressed in this manner, will not exceed two dollars and fifty cents, and are has always been pronounced to about equal to shad. be "The best school-master." Ed. head and the thin part of the belly, and ta † Alewives may be well smoked in an hogshead, by sticks inserted into holes bored into its staves. FROM Asia's realm, to Afric's sultry shore, Of verse impassion'd. But fair truth restrains Here ancient Egypt, on the swelling Nile, Which God ordain'd-which from Mount Sinai's height, Here too, the wretched race, (from Ishmael sprang,) Who still around Zahara's borders hang, Or roam its boundless wastes in dismal gloom, Moses, Where silence reigns as in the silent tomb, In chains is bound, and kept in darkness blind. } From here, let Christians blush, and own their crime, Where heav'n had plac'd them; where in peace they dwelt, Who drives our Christians o'er their barren grounds, 'Tis but revenge for injuries they have borne, O! for that time, when Afric's various race, [THE following production was communicated to the editor by a literary correspondent. Its merits entitle it to a rank amongst elegant descriptive poems. Whether original or not, we do not care, and do not know. In our estimation, its beauties are so str❜king, that it would grace the columns of any publication; and if we are the first to give publicity to it, it will very much enhance the pleasure we have derived from the perusal of it. We have seldom seen a deeply interesting adventure described with more elegant simplicity.] 4 S. PUTNAM WALDO, ESQ. Ed. SIR-The following beautiful Lines were handed me in Manuscript some few years since by a particular Friend.-Having never seen them in Print, presume they are Original; should you think them worth preserving, please to give them a place in the "Poetical Department" of your "RURAL MAGAZINE," and oblige. ZEMBO AND NILA. Where the beauteous Niger roll'd Thro' the land of slaves and gold, On the brink, a Tiger lay, Slumb'ring thro' the sultry day; Stately palms their branches spread, Cool and verdant o'er his head : Deeply murm'ring in his ear, Rip'ling ran the river clear; While the sun, in noon of light, Like an Eagle in his flight, Borne upon the wings of time, Tower'd, in majesty sublime, Earth and Ocean, Air and Sky, Basking in his boundless eye; Soft as clearest fountains flow, Sweet as Ocean breezes blow, Came a lovely Nigre's maid, Where the sleeping brute was laid; O! what wild enchanting grace Sparkled o'er her dimpled face, While the moonlight of her eyes Glow'd and glanc'd with glad surprise; Bright thro' shadow, beam'd her lips, She was beauty in eclipse; Sportive, innocent and gay, All in nature's disarray; Unashamed as infancy, Dancing on the Father's knee; Fearless as the babe at rest, Pillow'd on the mother's breast. But to crown her conq'ring charms Pearly bracelets twin'd her arms; Brilliant plumes her temples grac'd, Flow'ry foilage wreath'd her waist. The startled nymph with silent awe The lovely, dreadful monster saw; View'd the sleek enamel'd pride Of his variegated hide; Marbled o'er with glossy dyes, Like the Peacock's spangled eyes; Gently heav'd the spotted chest, Of his broad tremendous breast. Slumber smoth'd his horrid features, C. L. Clos'd his eyes, terrific meteors; Calm refreshing dreams attend thee, Tigers, so my parents say, Still with quenchless thirst they burn, |