The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository Part 117

At the time of the affair with the Dutch concerning the Schelt, which terminated so shamefully for Joseph, talking with his head gardner, the gardner asked permission to write to Haarlem for a few slips of flowers, which he wanted. The Emperor started from his seat; his eyes flashing fire=="No, said he, you shall not write. Within six weeks I will fetch them myself from Haarlem, at the head of my army." Within that time the affair was finished with disgrace. So positive was he of success, and so sure always to fail.

_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._

ORIGINAL OBSERVATION.

Though some giddy girls are silly enough to delight in panegyric, unrestrained compliments, yet all women of sense do heartily despise the wanton effusions of an indiscreet and excessive complaisance.---And whoever is much in the world will find, that most ladies are more apt to regard the man of plain sense and unaffected behaviour, who speak as they think, and appear just what they are, than the most specious, insinuating hypocrite, or the most noisy pretender.

E.

At the request of a Correspondent, we give the following LETTER a place:--- It is extracted from a London periodical publication--- and, notwithstanding the errors in the orthography and diction of it, the author had the pleasure of making a conquest.

_My dear charmin Cratur,_

If your brite eies have had the same efet upon others, they have been after havin upon me, you must already, like Samson, have slain your Tousands, though not with the same sort of weepor. For _I_ had no sooner beheld you tother nite at Rennela, than your two little percers darted their poysen quite thro my hart, and killed me on the spot. So that _I_ immediately determined to find you out, that _I_ may he revenged of you.

So havin done so, as sed before, _I_ now write to tell you my situashon; and to begg that you woud have compashon on a lover that lies bleedin at your fete.

If you have not the hart of a she tygres, you will admit me to your presance, most adorable cratur, that _I_ may have the plashure of dyin in your beloved site. And if you shall be after bein so kind as to relent of your crewelty, and rais your expirin lover, _I_ will lay my fortun and my honers in the same place where _I_ laid myself, and raise you in your turn to be Lady O'----l. For _I_ vow by the great Shant Patrick, that _I_ love you better than ever _I_ loved any women except yourself.

And _I_ further vow by the holy shrine of Shant Patrick aforesed, that _I_ will not outliv the fatal anser you send me. But as you are as far above all your s.e.x in buty, as the glorius sun is above the palfaced moon and the little twinklin stars, _I_ dout not but you exced them as much in goodness. Therfore _I_ will not dispare, but hope that you will send me word by your confidante, at what hower _I_ shall have the plashure of waitin upon you, to receve from your own pretty mouth my destinny. Till when, _I_ remane, most enchantin and angelic cratur,

Your's whether livin or dyin,

_Sir ROUKE O'----L, Barrownite._

P.S. Pray let me kno when _I_ shall call for an anser, as _I_ do not chuse to send any boddy else but myself.

ANECDOTE.

When Peter the Great visited Paris, he was conducted to the Sorbonne, where they shewed him the famous mausoleum of Cardinal Richelieu. He asked whose statue it was, and they told him: the view of this grand object threw him into an enthusiastic rapture, which he always felt on the like occasion, so that he immediately ran to embrace the statue, saying, "Oh! that thou wert but still living; _I_ would give thee one half my empire to govern the other."

NEW-YORK.

MARRIED,

On Wednesday evening the 11th inst. by the Rev. Mr. Roberts, Mr. PETER CUTLER, to Miss ESTHER JACOBS, both of this city.

Same evening, at Hempsted, by the Rev. Mr. Moore, Mr. VAN WYCK, of Flushing, (L.I.) to Miss THORNE, daughter of Capt. Thorne, of that place.

On Thursday evening the 12th inst. Mr. JOHN ROE, merchant, of this city, to Miss SUSANNAH R. STEVENS, of Perth-Amboy, (N.J.)

On Sunday the 15th inst. at East-Chester, by the Rev. Mr. Bartow, Capt.

DAVID CARGILL, of this city, to Miss MARY SHUTE, daughter of Mr. Thomas Shute of that place.

_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 15th to the 21st inst._

_Thermometor observed at 6, A.M. 3, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._

deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3.

100 100 Jan. 15 33 75 41 nw. w. clear light wd. clear do.

16 32 41 sw. nw. snow cr. lt. wd. clear do.

17 26 31 nw. do. clear high wd. clear h. wd.

18 23 50 32 se. s. sn. lt. wd. sn. 3 in. deep.

19 27 28 nw. n. clear lt. wd. clear lt. wd.

20 18 50 28 ne. do. cloudy lt. wd. cloudy do.

21 24 28 ne. do. sn. 4 in. deep, light wind.

ELEGIAC SONNET.

Ye worldly, hence! that have not drank the stream Of deep affliction at the fountain head; That have not fondly gaz'd the dying---dead!

'Till the set eye refus'd the conscious gleam That fed Affection with its parting beam; Nor kiss'd the cold lips, whence the spirit fled, Of her you lov'd beyond a poets dream: And who but lately blest your genial bed!---

This, has the mourner at Amelia's tomb; And but one star illumes his night of gloom:--- As from its parent dust the phnix soar'd, Her infant self surviving seems to say--- The LORD has giv'n---the LORD has ta'en away; For ever blessed be his name,---the LORD!

+To the Editor,+

The following STANZA'S were recently written by that celebrated Genius and Traveller Governor HENRY ELLIS, on seeing an infirm old Man treated by a young rabble with indecent mockery in the Street at PISA in Italy--a country where every inanimate vestage of antiquity is viewed with so much veneration.

The mould'ring Tower, the antique bust, The ruin'd temple's sacred dust, Are view'd with rev'rence and delight; But man decay'd and sunk with years And sad infirmities, appears An object of neglect and slight.