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On the 27th inst. by the Rev. Dr. Rodgers, the Rev. ABEL ROE, of Woodbridge, N.J. to Mrs. BARRETT, relict of Nathaniel Barrett, Esq. of Boston, late American Consul, at Rouen, in France.
On Wednesday evening, the 14th inst. at Aurora, in the county of Onondaga, GLEN CUYLER, Esq. Attorney at Law, to Miss MARY F. LEDYARD, daughter of Benjamin Ledyard, Esq. Clerk of that County.
A few weeks since, by the Rev. Dr. Beach, Mr. ALEXANDER P. WALDRON, to Miss HANNAH ROBERTSON, both of this city.
_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 11th to the 24th inst._
_Thermometor observed at 6, A.M. 6, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._
deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3._ 100 100 Dec. 11 29 75 35 w. do. clear do. high wind do.
12 31 38 50 w. do. cloudy clear, lt. wind do.
13 30 50 39 50 w. e. clear cloudy, lt. wind do.
14 36 38 50 n. w. cloudy sm. rn. lt. wd. do.
15 35 25 39 w. sw. clear do. lt. wind do.
16 33 39 50 w. se. clear cloudy, lt. wd. h. wd.
17 35 25 40 nw. n. sm. rn. at ni. cr. do. h. wd.
18 36 40 ne. do. rain do. high wind do.
19 36 75 43 50 ne. nw. rain clear, high wind do.
20 22 25 27 nw. do. clear do. high wind do.
21 25 31 nw. w. cloudy do. light wind do.
22 21 22 w. nw. snow cloudy, lt. wd. h. wd.
23 11 15 75 w. do. clear do. high wind do.
24 10 50 16 75 w. do. cr. very sm. sn. h. wd. do.
SONNET.
Woman, thou sweet urbanity to guile Life's tedious course away--I love thy smile, Thy brow soft animated sweet to please, Thy full-bright-eye at vestal fire so chaste, Thy cheek like Hebe's bloom, and littling waist, With native movement, elegance and ease.
Of these, the fair, from nature genuine boast, Whose charms replete with wonder strike the host, Yet when she meets my gaze, to sigh I'm p.r.o.ne, That peerless beauty, in a Paphian form, Like summer rose is tribute to the worm, Short boast that once inimitably shone.
But truth predominating points the meed All here is short, whilst endless scenes succeed.
_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._
SONG.
How shall the simple-hearted maid Escape the treacherous wiles, By vain unfaithful man outspread, How shun the fatal toils?
When ev'ry guile and ev'ry art Stand forth in readiness, T' ensnare the unsuspecting heart, And leave it to distress.
Coldness or scorn ensures their love They sigh---they are undone; But oh, what pangs that heart must prove, Which owns it has been won!
Then cease, ye gentle beings cease The insidious s.e.x to trust, For ah, ye sacrifice your peace, When you believe them just.
ANNA.
NEW-YORK, DEC. 22, 1796.
ON LOSING A FRIEND.
The pangs I felt at parting thee my friend, May be conceiv'd but cannot well be penn'd; On this deceitful world's precarious stage, You stood my friend from youth to h.o.a.ry age; _Upright_, and _firm_, _steady_ to thy trust, The actions _keen_, but still correctly just; The critic's malice, peace has oft destroy'd, But you _well tempered_, could not be annoy'd; Within thy mansion, peace and plenty dwelt, Your guests when pleas'd, what pleasure then you felt; A friend so rare to meet with now a days, All wish to know to whom is due such praise; 'Tis due to one whose loss I'll long deplore, My friend's a TOOTH, alas just gone before.
SONNET.
Man stalks gigantic, lord in proud extreme, O'er all creations wond'rous scope can give, Bow'd by no yoke, scarce to the great supreme, Whose sanction bad mortality to live.
Yet what pursues he? Lucre's molten pelf, Or pleaure's silken chain of visions dear, Of knowledge boasting, while unknown himself And loudly cavils at existence here.
To be, and yet to be, is but the small demand, Seek then religion's purifying glow, It tranquilizes time, with stubborn hand, Whilst h.o.a.ry age hopes endless life to know.
Our utmost here fills but a requiem page, Poor, frail memorial of the pa.s.sing age.
_The Bachelor's Soliloquy. In imitation of a celebrated Speech._
To wed, or not to wed--That is the question; Whether 'tis happier in the mind to stifle The heats and tumults of outrageous pa.s.sion, Or with some prudent fair in solemn contract Of matrimony join---to have---to hold--- No more---and by that have to say we end The heart-ach, and the thousand love-sick pangs Of celibacy---'twere a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.----In nuptial band To join till death dissolves;---Ay, there's the rub; For in that s.p.a.ce what dull remorse may come, When we have taken our solemn leave of liberty, Must give us pause.----There's the respect That slacks our speed in suing for a change.
Else---who would bear the scorns and sneers which bachelors When aged feel, the pains and flatt'ring fevers Which each new face must give to roving fancy, When he might rid himself at once of all By a bare Yes. Who would with patience bear To fret and linger out a single life, But that the dread of something yet untry'd, Some hazard in a state from whose strict bond Death only can release, puzzles the will, And makes us rather chuse those ills we have, Than fly to others which we fancy greater!
This last reflection makes us slow and wary, Filling the dubious mind with dreadful thoughts Of curtain-lectures, jealousies, and cares Extravagantly great, entail'd on wedlock, Which to avoid the lover checks his pa.s.sion, And, miserable, dies a BACHELOR.
EPITAPH.
Entomb'd beneath this lofty tree A mortal lies of low degree.
A strict observer from his youth Of that important virtue, truth.
He never with a selfish view Was known to speak a word untrue.
His temper lively, yet as mild And harmless as a new-born child.
