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the other, if he employed his be an insult to common sense to money the same way : but it will waste time in farther attempts to not be pretended by an honest expose a fallacy, which must be well-informed merchant, that any obvious to every one, that chooses regular trade will enable him to to examine it. But, if it be grantgive from twenty to thirty, and ed that money is a commodity, even forty per cent. per annum and therefore worth as much as it for money ; he knows, that a cap- will bring ; they will not be able ital resting on such a foundation to prove that, when fairly brought must soon fall, and spread ruin and into market and subjected to the desolation around it, unless sup- same competition as other articles, ported by dishonest means, or at- it will bring as much profit, as tended by such a constant run of they can gain by having their emis. good fortune as seldom happens saries to pry into the particular to the most ardent and successful situations, occasional emergencies, gambler.

and declining prospects of their The common, and indeed the fellotv-citizens ; and taking advanonly plausible plea of the usurer, tage of knowledge thus attained is, that money is an article of com- to extort such exorbitant terms in merce, and, as every thing in trade secret, as they never wish to exis worth as much as it will bring, hibit in the open light of day : of therefore they have a right to sell this they are well enough contheir money for as much as they vinced, and this a necessary rescan get : but very few are so ig- pect to the principles of wise and norant, as not to know, that they good men makes them seem to be are imposing a fallacy on mankind, ashamed of : else why do they while they attempt to justify them- endeavour to hide their transacselves by this hacknied sophism ; tions from publick view, and skulk for it must be evident to all, who in brokers alleys and about the reflect on the subject, that money corners of the streets, when bank. is the medium by which the oper. ing hours are nearly over ? Why ations of commerce are facilitated; do they not come forward and jusit is what Hume calls the oil to tify the practices of extortion ? the wheels of commerce, and there. why do they attempt to conceal a fore cannot be called the machine conduct, which they pretend to itself

, or the effects of the machine, say is but one of the branches of though it may contribute much to fair and honest trade? They assist the cause : it represents ev. shrink from scrutiny, because it ery commodity we make use of, would expose them as the abettors of Whether raw or manufactured ; gambling speculations, as vultures but the representative and the thing who feed on diseased and rotten represented cannot be the same, carcases, as harpies who take mathe shadow and the substance are lignant pleasure in the cries of not the same, the portrait and the human misery, as bawds who live person painted are not one and the by being the panders of vice, who same person, nor are the objects assist the profligate to dissipate his reflected in a mirrour the same in patrimony, and the swindler to nature and substance, as the ap- cheat a greater number of honest pearances it represents. It would creditors.

To the Editors of the Anthology Mendon, May 9th, 1807. classical erudition ; and after leav.

ing that seminary was, several GENTLEMEN, I saw in the Monthly Anthology School in Boston, under good mas

years, usher in the north Latin and Boston Review, for January ter Wiswall. He had a reigning last, Nathaniel Gardner's Latin inclination to poetise, and was translation of Dr. Watts' ode on thought happy in divers produc

. the Nativity of Christ. The friend tions ; particularly in his metrical who furnished the editors with the version of some parts of the Carcopy, says, it is not known to ticum Canticorum, which he shew. whom the letters S. W. refer : ed me in manuscript, before they but adds, that they probably indicate the person to whom the per- in Edes & Gill's newspapers. The

were published, at different times, formance was addressed.' I was well acquainted both with Mr. introduction, may, from what I

words tua carmina, in Gardner's Gardner, and with him whom the

have written, be accounted for ; lucubration was intended to de

though the sentence which they light. He was a kindred genius,

begin, being incomplete, cannot named Samuel White ; had been be fully explained. The demise à student at the same college ; was graduated a year or two after his of White was not long before nor

after that of his friend. friend Gardner; like him rose, pas

Yours, sibus citis, while an under-gradu

SAMUEL DEXTER. ate, to considerable celebrity for

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THOUGH guilt and folly tremble o'er the grave,
No life can charm, no death affright the brave.
The wise at nature's laws will ne'er repine,
Nor think to scan, or mend the grand design,
That takes unbounded nature for its care,
Bids ali her millions claim an equal share.
Late in a miscroscopick worm confined ;
Then in a prisoned fætus, drowsed the mind ;
Now of the ape-kind, both for sense and size
Man eats, and drinks, and propagates and dies.
Good gods! if thus to live our errand here,
Is parting with life's trifes worth our fear

Or what grim furies have us in their power
More in the dying, than each living hour?
Ills from ourselves, but none from nature flow,
And Virtue's path cannot descend to woe ;
What Nature gives, receive ; her laws obey ;
If you must die to-morrow, live to-day.

The prior states, thy mind has laboured through,
Are drown'd in Lethe, whose black waves pursue
To roll oblivion on each yesterday,
And will to-morrow sweep thyself away.

But where ! Not more unknown is future fate, Than thine own end and essence in this state. We see our shapes, and feel ten thousand things ; We reason, act, and sport on fancy's wings ; While yet this agent, yet this spirit, lies Hid from itseif, and puzzles all the wise. In vain we seek ; inverted eyes are blind , And nature form'd no mirrour for the mind. Like some close cell, where art excludes the day, Save what through opticks darts its pencil'd ray, And paints its lively landscape to the sight, While yet the space itself is blank in night. Nor can you find, with all your boasted art, The curious touch, that bids the salient heart Send its warm purple round the veiny maze, To fill each nerve with life, with bloom the face ; How o'er the heart the numbing palsies creep, To chill the carcase to eternal sleep! "Tis ours † improve this life, not ours to know From whence this meteor, when, or where 'twill go. As o'er a fen, when heaven's involved in night, An ignis fatuus waves its new-born light ! Now up, now down the mimick taper plays, As varying Zephyr puffs the trembling blaze, Soon the light phantom spends its magick store, Dies into darkness, and is seen no more.

Thus run our changes ; but in this secure, Heaven trusts no mortal's fortune in his power, Nor hears the prayers impertinent we send To alter Fate, or Providence to mend. As well in judgment, as in mercy kind, God hath for both the fittest state designed ; The wise on death, the fools on life depend, Waiting with sweet reverse their toils to end. Scheme after scheme the dupe successive tries, And never gains, though hopes to gain the prize. From the delusion still he ne'er will wake, But dreams of bliss, and lives on the mistake. Thus Tantalus, in spite, the Furies plied, Tortured, and charmed to wish, and yet denied, In every wish infatuate dreads lest Jove Should move him from the torments of his love, To see the tempting fruit, and streams no more, And trust his Maker in some unknown shore. Death buries all diseases in the grave, And gives us freedom from each fool and knave, To worlds unknown it kindly wafts us o'er ; Come, Death ! my guide, I'm raptured to explore!

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On revisiting the Cottage of Rosa in early Spring, after a long absence, SEVEN Summers have flown, and once more do I see

The fields and the groves I deserted so long ;
Scarce a bud yet appears on the winter-beat tree,

Nor a bird yet enlivens the sky with his song.
For though Spring has returned, yet the chilly wind blows,

And the violets and daisies still hide in the ground;
But one dear little flower, one beautiful Rose,

Here blooms and here blushes the seasons all round. Thou pride of the plain, little Queen of the grove,

Still fresh is thy foliage, and sweet thy perfume, And still the bright object of PARIDEL's love,

As when thy first buds were beginning to bloom. And though fate has decreed that he must not aspire

This blossom divine on his bosom to wear, Yet still must he cherish the tender desire,

And make thee forever the theme of his prayer. Blow gently, ye Zephyrs, be genial ye showers,

Bright and warm be the sky o'er thy dear native vale, And may no bitter blast ever ravage the bowers,

That guard thy fair frame from the merciless gale. And when the short season of blooming shall end,

Which fate to the children of nature has given, May some cherub of beauty, to snatch thee, descend,

And bear thee to bloom in the garden of heaven. PARIDEL

EPITAPH. .

TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,
Take that best gift, which heaven so lately gave.
To Bristol's foùnt i bore with trembling care
Her faded form... She bow'd to taste the wave,
And died. Does youth, does beauty read the line ?
Does sympathetick fear their breasts alarm ?
Speak, dead Maria ! breathe a strain divine,
E'en from the grave thou canst have power to charm.
Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee,
Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move.
And if as fair, from vanity as free,
As firm in friendship, and as fond in love,
Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die,
Twas so to thee : yet the dread path once trod,
Heaven lifts her everlasting portals high,
And bids the pure in heart behold their God.

FOR

JUNE, 1807.

Librum tuum legi & quam diligentissime potui annotavi, quæ commutanda, quæ

eximenda, arbitrarer. Nam ego dicere vero assuevi. Neque ulli patientius reprehenduntur, quam qui maxime laudari merentur. Plin.

ARTICLE 33.

crudities of young writers, of no Valerian, a narrative poem, intende established reputation. The in

ed, in part, to describe the early judicious partiality of friendship persecutions of christians, and

ought not to volunteer a measure rapidly to illustrate the influence of this nature ; and, in our opinof christianity on the manners of ion, nothing can justify the publinations. By John Blair Linn, cation of posthumous productions, D.D. late pastor of the first pres. but the loud and repeated call of byterian congregation in Phila- the publick voice, arising from the delphia ; with a sketch of the life well-grounded popularity of the and character of the author. Phi- writer, when living. ladelphia, printed by Thomas &

The poet supposes an imaginaGeo. Palmer. 4to. pp. 97.

ry nation, of Tuscan origin, settled The biography, prefixed to this on the borders of the Caspian sea. poem, is, with a few exceptions, The country he calls Montalvia, well written, and must be particu- and the inhabitants Montalvians. larly gratifying to the friends of Among these brave and virtuous the deceased, to whom both the people lived Alcestes, a sage adpoet and his productions must be vanced in years, honoured by his infinitely more interesting, than to sovereign, and respected by his the publick at large.. Dr. John tribe. Azora, a beautiful girl of Blair Linn was a young man of un- eighteen, his only child, and an questionable talents, and had his aged dog, composed the whole life been spared, might have pro- family of Alcestes, who, retired duced something creditable to him- from the busy scenes of crowded self and country But as the life, resided in a rural cottage, works, which he has left behind whose whole furniture is described him, have no claim to extraordi- as consisting of a . bed, some rushy nary merit, it is not probable that seats, and a lumbering chest.' As they will long survive their author. the venerable old man was enjoy

The present poem is entitled to ing his morning walk, attended by every indulgence, as it is an unfin- his faithful dog, attracted by the ished and posthumous production. loud barking of the animal, he But still our duty imperiously de- turned round, and observed, on the mands of us to point out its de- shore, the body of a man, apparfects ; and at the same time we ently lifeless. With the humanigive our unqualified disapprobation ty that might be expected from a of thus publishing the posthumous person of his character, he convey

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