A curious Attempt at the Sublime. "THE wild rocks raised their lofty summits till they were lost in the clouds, and the vallies lay covered with everlasting snow. Not a tree was to be seen, or a shrub even big enough to make a tooth pick." Cook's Voyage COL. BODENS, who was very fat, being accosted by a man to whom he owed money, with a how d'ye ? answered, " Pretty well I thank you; you find I hold my own.”— "Yes, Sir," rejoined the man," and mine too, to my sorrow." THE deceased Count Bibb, one night at the cider-cellar, told a friend that he intended to leave twenty pounds to be spent at his funeral; which induced the other to ask him, if the money was to be spent going or returning? Bibb good-humouredly replied, "Going, to be sure; for when you return, I shan't be with you." [Lon. Pap.] On Lord beautifying the back front of his house....By a Waterman. ON silver Thames I 've daily row'd, But t' other morn, surprised, I cried, This cannot be my Lord's backside, It surely is my Lady's. British Martial. The Chain of Government. WHEN Beelzebub first to make mischief began, He the woman attack'd, and she gull'd the poor man: This Moses asserts, and from hence would infer, That woman rules man, and the devil rules her. Ibid. Epitaph, intended for the facetious J. Hearty, comedian, who died of a consumption... By a gene tleman of the Boston Theatre. BENEATH these stones Are laid the bones, The bowels and the hide→→→ Good lack! The flesh, they say, Had run away Some time before he died Poor Jack ! SELECT SENTENCES. THE single effort by which we stop short, in the down-hill path to perdition, is, itself, a greater exertion of virtue than a hundred acts of justice. A GOOD Companion is a prize. Good spirits are often taken for good nature yet nothing differs more. Insensibility being generally the source of the former -and sensibility of the latter. ONE great source of vexation proceeds. from our indulging too sanguine hopes of enjoyment from the blessings we expect, and too much indifference for those we possess, Young says "The present moment, like a wife, we shun, And ne'er enjoy, because it is our own." GREAT errours are often connected with elevated sentiments; but in order to understand this, we must ourselves possess greatness of soul, THOSE Who outlive their incomes by splendour, in dress, or equipage, are well said to resemble a town on fire-which shines by that which destroys it. FLACOURT, in his history of the island of Madagascar, gives us a sublime prayer, used by the people we call savages. "O Eternal! have mercy upon me, because I am passing away: -O Infinite! because I am but a speck :- O Most Mighty! because I am weak :-O Source of Life! because I draw nigh to the grave :-O Omniscient ! because I am in darkness :-O All-bounteous! because I am poor:-O All-sufficient! because I am nothing." THE MINSTREL. FOR THE POLYANTHOS. AN EPISTLE TO MY MUSE: Or, a Postscript to the Epilogue to the Theatrical Season. iterum, iterumque vocavi....Virgil. THEY tell me, Muse, that thou and I, sweet rogue, Have sadly miss'd it in our Epilogue. Jack Dash pronounc'd it a most horrid bore; So thick with double vile entendre strown, But zounds, what noise distracts my nerves of hearing! What horrid cursing, damning, sinking, swearing! It seems as if a thousand Jacks were braying, 66 flat, —— froth! low, stuff, the poet and the printer both. mean O Gad confound the odus rhyming fellur ! This chasten'd language surely well explains From whence proceed these Chesterfieldian strains : Such brimstone tropes with certainty presage That school of Virtue, our pure, moral stage. For lo! the Green Room quakes with wild uproar, Vindictive furies seize the Thespian Corps ; While *****'s voice, like London watchman's rattle, Or light-horse conch shell, sounds to the corps to battle ; And Atè fierce, in shape of Mrs. ****, But say, my Muse, what all this noise provokes, And some d -d mad, because they were not damn'd; |