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the counter set of boxes are fixed that confine the rollers, are made to move, so as to adjust the rollers; or, the sliding pieces may be made to slide on dovetails and tenons fixed in the moving bars of the machine.
There are brushes fixed behind the rollers through the whole length of the feeding spaces that prevent the cotton from wrapping round them or jamming; this may also be effected by cushions made of cloth.
FOR THE PORT FOLIO-THE SALAD, NO. III.
BY CHRISTOPHER CROTCHET.
Democritus risu pulmonem, agitare solebat. Jim.
Democritus could feed his mirth, and shake
CICERO elegantly observes, Were man permitted to ascend into Heaven, where he might behold the sublime order of the world, and the glories of the firmament, that they would afford only wonder, unmingled with interest and barren of entertainment, unless there was some individual, to whom he could impart the sentiment inspired by such a spectac... Friendship certainly endears every rank and condition of life. Should our lot be prosperous, how much does it enhance the dispensation; and when Adversity knocks at our door, and gains admission, its offering is sweeter than frankincense-more grateful than the smoke of myrrh and cassia. If any scheme is to be planned, op. any plan to be practised, our speculation is more lively and acute, our execution more cheerful and effectual, when we enjoy adequate co-operation. Sympathy imparts a new zest to the transport of success, and mingles additional sweetness in every source of consolation, under a failure.
Impressed with the value of genuine fellowship, and being of a disposition to cultivate it, I very early sought an object, in
whom confidence might be reposed without the hazard of abuse; and where the affections might be exchanged without a scruple.. The enthusiasm of youthful minds frequently betrays them; and I was not exempt from the fatality. It is with some concern, that I recollect the long catalogue of sycophants and parasites, on whom I successively lavished my regard, and dissipated my favours. At last however the search was crowned with a prosperous issue, and I discovered a friend, whose destinies seem to be cast under the same propitious stars that rule iny own.
On a fine spring evening, at the commencement of the present century, I was induced to ramble out of town, and pleasingly lost myself in a contiguous wood. Nature wore an aspect of the sweetest tranquillity, and breathed a calm over my mind, that disposed me to love every man as a brother. I at length reached a bank, romantically embosomed, and overspread with wild violets and creeping box; above them the yellow jessamine luxuriantly fourished, and exhaled the richest redolence. A stranger who seemed about the middle age, was sitting near the spot, and engaged himself in administering berries and water to a little red-breast, he held in his left hand. A collection of plants, freshly plucked, were scattered on the ground. I was presently observed, and saluted with a smile of the sweetest affability. “I have found” said the stranger, as I walked up to him, “I have found an innocent outcast, whom the cruelty of man has wounded, past all surgery. I was amusing myself in picking up some shrubs, and classing them, after their order, when a curious purple flower attracted my eye. I stooped to gather it-It was a snow-drop, whose petals were stained with blood. At a short distance, this red-breast languished, and appeared to crave the offices of charity. But all the charity in the world is not worth a jot to the poor devil.” He stopped speaking--and a tear which stood in the corner of his
eye, stole down to his chin, and dropped upon its head. The bird faintly shook its plumage, and in a few moments was cold and stiff. This scene spoke more feelingly to my heart, than a thousand letters of recommendation from any president or potentate on earth could have done. We retraced our steps in company, ,
and since that period, have been walking over the same paths, hand in hand together; nor shall we separate, until we arrive at the last stage of our wayfaring.
Notwithstanding the sad and sober brow with which he makes his début on the stage, Lyttleton Honeysuckle is one of the merriest philosophers that I ever knew. It is his pride to be distinguished for gaité de cæur; and Fortune has seldom found himn at spiteful odds with her, although the jilting dutchess hus played upon him many a deceitful juggle. Like Zoroaster and the king of the Bactryans, he was born laughing, and like sir Thomas More, he is determined to die in the same good humour. Brisk animal spirits are better than all the drugs of pharmacy, and a light heart will do incalculably more than Æsculapius or Hippocrates himself. The alchymists were long and vainly puzzled to discover the grand elixir, whereby life was to be preserved immortally. Honeysuckle does not pretend to know more upon the subject than they, but he has actually made arrangements to live as old as the most venerable. of the Patriarchs. His pulse have never been touched by one of the faculty, since he came to years of discretion, and it is more than probable, that they will remain forever inviolate. Ninon de L'Enclos, we are informed, enjoyed spirits, and consequently health to a very advanced age, and her only physician (except once or twice the accoucheur) was a little yellow lap-dog. He attended his mistress to all places of entertainment, and at table was placed in a basket near her plate. Whatever viands Raton rejected, she likewise refused, and as he was the very opposite of Apicius or his own countryman Darleneuf, the lovely courtezan made Temperance her companion, and was wedded to Chcerfulness.
Almost all the deaths that fill up the obituary, are either immediately or indirectly occasioned by spleen and choler, according to my friend's doctrine. Whatever therefore may engender those disagreeable qualities, should be carefully avoided. On this account smoking houses and scolding wives are particuJarly inveighed against. He accounts it most marvellous that Socrates should have lived to be poisoned, whan he had a help
mate, endowed with a congue, more insalubrious than
baneful mineral under the stars; and Rumford is considered as the first philanthropist of the age, for his new-constructed chimneys.
Lyttleton may now be placed in the rank of old bachelors. He has remained single however, not from any dislike to the holy state of matrimony, or from a predilection towards celibacy. No-he is passionately devoted to the fair sex, and could he serve them by the journey, would joyfully bind up his loins in sackcloth, and walk barefoot to Palestine. Indeed I never knew a heart more sensible to the touch of beauty and virtue. When young, the shafts of Love came thick about him, and proved the boy of Ida, a brave toxopholite. I have heard him confess, that at one period, he was enchained to no less than a leash of damsels; which was precisely the predicament of poor Tasso. They were indebted to nature, for every charm of person, and to education for all the graces of the understanding. Yet like the Roman triumvirate, this coalition was soon dissolved, and he yielded the undivided supremacy, to the merriest and wittiest of his conquerors.
She maintained her dominion for a great while, by a constant vein of mirth and gladness, and it is supposed would, in turn, have been willing to surrender her liberty. But he never had the boldness and forehead to make any acknowledgment of his passion. She was afterwards trucked away by her parents, to a wealthy Virginian grandee, and our amorous devotee bade a short good-night to his sallies of pleasantry and merriment. During this brain-sick interval, he laboriously finished two stanzas of “mincing poetry," which, indeed, have all the gloom of the Penseroso about them. Before, he had never wandered within fifty leagues of Parnassus.
The author intended to have written an ode somewhat after the model of “ The Lament;” but his spirits rallying, he threw the incomplete effusion into his escrutoire, and has not been in a proper mood one moment since to conclude it.
The worst consequence of laughter, is that a broad grin, or even a smile, nay a little dimple will produce more hostility than good will; and plunge one into a hedge of thorns and brambles, when he had in prospect, a path variegated with amaranths and primroses. Honeysuckle found this event too true, and has frequently vowed to be as grave and sobersided as any judge on his wool-sack; yet the thing was impossible. challenged, and compelled to take the field, on account of an affair of my godmother Tabitha's. Miss Tabitha Tweedle, being possessed of ten pieces of gold, which were carefully reposited in an old woolen sock at the bottom of her trunk, and moreover holding a pretty large packet of the ancient continental carrency, which was carefully put away in her oak chest of drawers, attracted the devotions of Romeo Augustus Ferdinand Peter Bull, esquire. This gentleman was the very rose of chivalry in those times; and wore the most heavenly, sorrel-coloured, bagtailed wig throughout Christendom. My venerable aunt had a heart of the finest frame, and the most lively sensibilities. It surrendered at discretion. They plighted their troth, and were to have been married, on the very day that York-Town was delivered up to our brave defenders. Previous to the happy morn, however, a party of soldiers pillaged her of the ten pieces of gold in the woolen sock, and a gluttonous horde of rats, breakfasted
upon the continentals. Good Heaven! what a series of mischiefs followed. She few for condolence to her affianced lord, and he had the hardihood to turn up his nose, and dissolve the treaty. Honeysuckle hearing of the incident, passed an innocent gibe upon the gallant, gay Lothario, which Malice whis