which she stood, was suddenly perceived to be in motion. Thoughtless of the justice of the comparison, the circumstance produced the following extempore epigram. Make

ORPHEUS of old made groves to move,
Put bird and beast to prancing,

But BARNES, without the power of love,
Sets even houses dancing!

SELECT SENTENCES.

WHEN truth offends no one it ought to pas out of the mouth as naturally as the air we breathe.

Ir with the pains we endure here we were immortal, we should be the most miserable of all beings. It is sweet and pleasing to hope we shall not live always.

It seems that all we do is but a rough draught, and that always something remains to be done to make work complete.

POWER is not always proportionate to the will. One should be consulted before the oth er; but the generality of men begin by wille ing, and act afterwards as they can.

AFFECTATION discovers sooner what one is than it makes known what one would fain appear to be.

LAZINESS is a premature death. To be no action, is not to live.

GREAT wants proceed from great wealth, and make riches almost equal to poverty.

WE should feel death but once; he who fears death, dies every time he thinks of it.

A MISER of sixty years old refuses him. self necessaries, that he may not want them when he is a hundred.

Too much devotion leads to fanaticism too much philosophy to irreligion.

THE prejudices of youth pass away with it: those of old age last only because there is no other age to be hoped for.

WE mount to fortune by several steps; but require only one step to come down.

I KNOW no real worth but that tranquil firmness which seeks dangers by duty, and braves them without rashness.

GREAT talkers resemble those musicians, who, in their airs, prefer noise to harmony. RICHES would be little esteemed if they did not furnish vanity with the pleasure of having what others have not.

To be in a passion is to punish one's self for the faults and impertinencies of another.

WOMEN are like books, malice and envy will easily lead you to a detection of their faults; but their beauties good judgment only can discover, and good nature relish

THE MINSTREL,

FOR THE POLYANTHOS,

EXTRACT FROM "THE DIVINE,"
A Poem in Six Boaks.

PRIDE of his flock and pride of all the good,
See BUCKMINSTER, in early youth, adorn
The sacred desk. And while an idiot lure
Tempts many a young associate to avoid
The sainted path of wisdom, and to seek
A worthless good in Pleasure's syren wilds,
Or with base ardour toil for worldly gain,
Or climb the craggy cliffs of earthly power
Be his the higher aim to nobly shine
The young Josias of a christian age:
And, by a bright example, hasten on
The promis'd era and the glorious reign
Of him, who has ordain'd from infant lips
Of babes and sucklings his perfected praise,
With polish'd periods, grac'd with all the aid
Of ancient lore and chastest modern style;
And, what's more priz'd, with apt quotation
grac'd,

From the rich pages of the inspired pen, Which mock all human rhetorick to scorn, The classick christian breathes the chaste dis

course;

With temperate zeal the wandering sinner warns ;

Sustains the pious with the promis'd grace;

Confirms the doubting; wakens the secure;
With mild consoling voice the wretched cheers;
And, with the purest elegance of speech,.
Gives new attraction to the gospel truth.
S.

Mr. Editor,

FOR THE POLYANTHÓS.

your introductory address you engaged to patronize the effusions of modest and retired worth. The following elegant Lines were written in a blank leaf of Mrs. Bryan's Astronomy; and are the earliest essay of a young lady, who may perhaps blush to find one of those many productions, with which she de lights a circle of admiring friends, thus unexpectedly exposed to the publick eye.

By science aided, BRYAN's pen displayed

S.

To my astonish'd view those wondrous scenes;
Innumerous suns, in living pomp arrayed,
And worlds rejoicing in their genial beams.
One powerful law through all extends its force,
Bids in fix'd path the unwieldy planet roll,
Restrains the fiery comet in its course,
And in bright order forms th' harmonious
whole.

Even in the moral world its power we own,
When souls meet souls in kindred taste allied
Congenial hearts, congenial genius known,
In vain attraction's power we strive to hide.

FOR THE POLYANTHOS.

THE EVERGREEN,

KEENLY blew the wintry gale,
Whistling through the leafless trees;
The mountain's top, the plain, the vale,
Were whiten'd by the snowy breeze.

No verdant leaf then grac'd the bough,
No vivid child of spring was seen,

Save where, amidst the drifted snow,
Appear'd the stately Evergreen,
From off the juvenescent pine

Two verdant sprigs Cesario tears:
"This," said the youth, "shall still be mine,
"While that Amanda's bosom bears."
As pleas'd she view'd the verdant spray,
Whose beauty brav'd the wintry blast,
"Well it portrays," he seem'd to say,
"That Friendship which shall ever last.”
"Ah, simple maid," grave Reason cries,
"Ah, cease to heed the pleasing giver;
"For know that Memory quickly dies,
"And even Evergreens will wither."
PSYCHE

Briar-Hill, 1806.

our

FOR THE POLY ANTHOS.

The following Song was extremely popular in the days of Shakespeare; and although some of "aunciente" Bachelors may not find it to their taste, yet it contains much sensible and moral reflection; and the lovers of the drama will read, with delight, the entire song, an extract from which is sung by the grave-digger, while preparing the grave of Ophelia.

THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE.
I LOTHE that I did love

In youth that I thought swete,
As time requires for my behove,
Methinks they are not mete.

My lustes they do me leave,

My fancies all are fled,

And tract of time begynnes to weave
Grey heares upon my hed.