While Seasons roll their annual round,
While freedom flames beneath the sky,
Some generous breast shall still be found,
For him to heave a heart-felt sigh.
Dear shade, farewell!-forgive the Muse
Does thus thy loss with grief deplore,
Her scanty wreath do not refuse,

Wet with a tear-she has no more!

SPECTACLES:

OR HELPS TO READ.

WHERE gently swinging o'er the gate,
The royal lion hugs his chain,
Deck'd in a tawny hide, and wig

(Instead of mane)

As frizzled and as big

As that which clothes the wisest judge's pate,

The village club inspir'd by beer,

Had met, the chronicle to hear,

Which, weekly, to the list'ning crowd,

Aaron, their clerk, proclaim'd aloud.

While talking over state affairs,

Each fault in politics discerning,

And praising Aaron's wond'rous learning, A hawker came to vend his wares;

The well-pack'd box his aged shoulders prest, And his rough beard descended to his breast.

"Vell, Shentlemen, vat you vant to buy?

Goot razors, knives, vate'er you choose,
Vatch keys, or buckles for de shoes;
Or do you stand in need

Of spectacles, vich help to read?"
"Do you sell helps to read?" Hodge cries,
And yawns, and rubs his drowsy eyes;

"Hand me a pair,—at least I'll try ;

Who knows, but, when the old man's dead,
I may be clerk, in Aaron's stead."

So said, he fix'd them on his snout,

And star'd, and wink'd, and look'd about,

But all in vain :

"Perhaps de soight's too old," the pedlar cries,

"Sher, try anoder pair;

Dese, Sher, vill shute you to a hair,"

Again the bumpkin try'd :

His eyes ran o'er the page again,

But all was dark and puzzling as before.

"Vell, Sher," cry'd Moses, "can you now see better?" "Not I," quoth Hodge, with angry roar;

"I cannot tell a letter."

Then madly stampt and rav'd,

Swearing he'd have the cheating Hebrew shav'd;
He'd dock his chin, he'd mow his grisly beard.
"Vy, Sher," cry'd Moses, striving to be heard,
"Perhaps you cannot read, and, if 'tis so,
Nothing vill help you out, you know;

De spectacles are very goot indeed,

But den, perhaps, you never vent to school."

"What," growl'd the clown, with fiery eye, And redden'd face, whose anger you might see, "D'ye take me for a fool?

If I could say my A, B, C,
What need have I

For any helps to read ?"

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

A new paper, under the title of "The Lady's and Gentleman's Gazette" is about to be published by J. Belcher, Boston.

The members of the class in Harvard College to commence seniors with the next college year, have united for the purpose of publishing the "Harvard Lyceum," new series, to be issued like the former at the end of every second week.

DIED.

In Washington, on Friday, the 22d instant, aged 74, the honorable SAMUEL Allyne OTIS, secretary of the senate of the United States.

This much lamented fellow-citizen was son of the late hon. James Otis, of Barnstable, whose life was devoted to the service of his country, and brother of the celebrated Scholar, Statesman, and Patriot of the same name, who led the way to the American revolution.

Imbued with a strong attachment to the principles of his father and elder brother, and liberally educated under their influence, Mr. Otis was himself an early and decided friend to the liberties of his country. In 1776 he was chosen a representative for Boston, and afterwards to the convention which framed the constitution of Massachusetts; he was also appointed a member of the board of war; a commissioner, with Gen. Lincoln and President Phillips, to receive the submission and promise indemnity to the insurgents : and a delegate to the old Congress, in which capacity he served until the adoption of the Federal Constitution.-He then became the first elected secretary of the senate of the United States, and continued to discharge the duties of that office, from the first day of the organization of that body, to the close of the last session, without the absense or intermission of a single day. No higher eulogium can be expressed upon his fidelity, industry, and accuracy in this responsible station, than his continuance in it, amid the struggles and

collisions of parties, without a sacrifice or concealment of his political opinions, which differed from those of the majority of that body; whose good will and respect he conciliated by his exemplary attention to his duty, and by the amenity of his manners.

His private character was adorned by all the moral and domestic virtues and accomplishments; and modelled upon the principles of our holy religion, which, from his youth, were openly professed and conscientiously adopted as the rule of his conduct in all his public and private relations.

His life was sacrified, at last, to a too rigid perseverance in official duty, and a reluctance to yield to indisposition, resulting from excessive fatigue in the arrangements of his office on the last days of the late session of Congress.

Although he had passed the ultimate limit which is commonly allotted to human life; yet when a vigorous and verdant old age, the effect of virtuous and temperate habits, is sustained with cheerfulness and comfort, when the intellect is unclouded, and all the passions, except the friendly and benevolent affections, have lost their ardour, and these are made subservient to the happiness of tender connections, and affections; the aged man is not less interesting to his family, and his acquaintance, nor less useful to society, than he was at an earlier period of life.-We regard, with melancholy regret and tenderness, the parting ray of the autumnal sun; we think only of the mildness and serenity of the evening, and forget to reflect upon the length of the day.

In St. John's, New-Brunswick, on the 12th of March, the reverend Mather Byles, D. D. rector of that city and chaplain of the district, aged 80. He was the son of the reverend Dr. Byles, who was for many years pastor of the church in Hollis-street, Boston.

In Halifax, Capt. Joseph Nye, jun. of Boston.

In Boston, Daniel Sargent, jun. aged 18, a youth of amiable and engaging deportment, and of promising talents.