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And think the home which love endears,

Worth all the world beside.

The needle thus, too rudely wood,

Wanders unconscious where, Till having found the place it lov'd,

It tremblingly settles there.


Who fell at the battle of Corunna, in Spain, in 1808.

Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,

As his corse to the rampart we hurried, Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot,

O'er the grave, where our hero we buried.
We buried him darkly at dead of night,

The sods with our bayonets turning;
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light,

And the lantern dimly burning.

No useless coffin enclosed his breast,

Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,

With his martial cloak around him.

Few and short were the prayers we said,

And we spoke not a word of sorrow,
But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,

And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed,

And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,

And we far away on the billow.
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,

And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,
But nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on

In the grave where a Briton has laid him,

But half of our heavy task was done,

When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant random gun

That the foe was suddenly firing.

Slowly and sadly we laid him down,

From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.

London Courier.


From “ La Galatee.”
Love's purest pleasures wouldst thou know?
To love alone thy passion show;
Thy feelings no'er let others see;
Be wise, and thou shalt happy be.
To gain thy wish, then, be discreet;
Love's secret sigh to love is sweet.
Their scoffs at love let stoicks aim,
'Tis secrecy makes pure the flame;
And love's the choicest gift divine,
When mystery leads us to the shrine.
To gain thy wish, then, be discreet;
Love's secret sigh to love is sweet,
A thoughtless word may often be
The price of love and constancy:
The woes thou feelest ne'er reveal,
And loarn even pleasure to conceal.
To gain thy wish, then, be discreet;
Love's secret sigh to love is sweet.
To thy own heart alone disclose
The joy that love requited knows;
All that is lost of triumph vain
Return, in happiness again.
To gain thy wish, then, be discreet;
Love's secret sigh to love is sweet.



THERE is now a woman resident at Whitechapel turnpike, named Smart, who has lately buried her seventh husband; is between forty and fifty years of age; she never had any children, and it is said she is on the point of being married to a young man about twenty, an itinerant dealer in oranges, well known about the stock exchange; she gets her livelihood by selling apples at the corner of St. Paul's Church-yard.—London Pap.

A late Bermuda paper states that one of Mr. Francis F. Hinson's boats, in the whale fishery, which had been fitted with a gun imported for the purpose, has lately shot a whale, and brought it in. This is quite a novel mode of carrying on war against those huge natives of the briny element. The gun is charged with a harpoon of a curious construction, which is shot with such force as to enter the whale when at a considerable distance; and possession of the object is retained by a warp attached to the barpoon before the discharge of the gun, and made fast also to the boat.

The tract of land about Fort Meigs, or the Miami of Lake Er is twelve miles square, or about sixty thousand acres more than the District of Columbia. It was ceded to the United States at the treaty of Greenville; it includes the foot of the rapids, and is the head of navigation for lake vessels. The town of Perrysburg has been laid out by order of the United States, on the south bank of the Miami, opposite to which there is from one to nine feet depth of water. The town has nine parallel streets running north and south, which are intersected by seven streets running east and west. It contains seven hundred and sixty-eight town or in lots, each one quarter of an acre, and two hundred and six out lots, from two to four acres each. A public sale both of the town and of the whole twelve miles square, will be held at the land office in Wooster, Obio, on the third Tuesday of July next. The minimum price for town lots is twenty dollars each, and for out lots five dollars an acre.

The head waters of the Miami approach within a few miles of those of the Wabash. It is probable that a flourishing and respectable settlement will soon appear on this tract. Good roads will soon connect this settlement with

Detroit and Lower Sandusky, and the cultivated parts of Ohio. By the Greenville treaty a cession was made of two miles square at the lower rapids of Sandusky. This tract also has been surveyed—the town Croghansville has been laid out on the east branch of Sandusky river, and the whole will be offered at public sale at Wooster, on the second Monday of July next.

A conceited colonel in the cavalry, lately complained that from the ignorance of his officers, he was obliged to do the whole duty of the regiment-I am, said he, my own captain, my own lieutenant, my own cornet and your own trumpeter, added a lady.

Nashville. --Salt.—There have been so many borings for salt that have turned out to be worth nothing, that we receive with distrust the accounts of new discoveries. This distrust is removed in respect to a. late discovery by one Jenkins, about eighty miles above Nashville, and within one mile of Cumberland river. He bored about sixty feet, when he struck the salt water, which immediately rose within four feet of the top of the earth; on trying the water it was found that it was so satured it would not dissolve salt, and every ten bushels of water made one of beautiful white salt. As far as the experiment has been made, by all the kettles to be had in the neighbourhood, which have made twenty bushels a day,

there is every reason to believe that there is water sufficient to make any quantity of salt.

Extraordinary Altachment.-A wedding, brought about by circumstances of a novel nature, took place within these few days at St. Andrews Church, Holborn. A young woman was tried at a very recent Old Bailey session, with her mother—the former for robbing her master, a tradesman in Cornhill, and the latter for receiving the stolen goods. During the trial, a young man, who had casually got into the gallery of the court, suddenly became enamoured of the fair young prisoner, and, after her conviction, he made interest to get to see her, on her being taken out of court; he then expressed his sudden attachment towards her. He visited her daily, and found her necessaries of every kind in abundance. He employed great exertion in getting it represented, that she had become a convert, and was truly penitent, not only to the recorder and the city authorities, but by a petition to the secretary of state; and he promised to marry her, should the royal clemency be afforded her. The behaviour of the prisoner, it was testified, was very good: and last week she received a free pardon, on condition that the young man should marry her immediately. The next morning the happy pair accompanied Mr. Crosby, chaplain to the Refuge for the Destitute, to the church, where they were married, and Mr. C. paid all expenses. The bride and bridegroom retired to the residence of the latter in Whitecross street-London paper.

The Painter and the Porter.---The following story is related in a late Paris paper: a painter who wished to represent the tragical end of Milo of Crotono, met in the street a porter of a most athletic form. He admired his colossal figure and vigorous muscles, and offered to give him a pound sterling if he would stand to him as a model. It was only necessary to tie his hands, and confine them within an iron ring, in order to represent, as well as possible, the trunk of the tree in which Milo's hands were imprisoned when he was devoured by wild beasts. The porter readily consented to the painter's proposals; he stript himself and suffered his hands to be bound. Now, said the artist, imagine that a lion is darting upon you; and make every effort which you would do in such a case to escape his fury. The model threw himself into the most violent agitation---but he made too many grimaces; but there was nothing natural in his frightful contortions. The painter gave him further directions, but still he failed of producing the desired effect. At length he thought of the following singular method. He let loose a vigorous mastiff, which was kept in the yard of the house, and desired him to seize the unfortunate captive. This excited both gesticulation and utterance. The efforts of the porter thus became natural, and the fury of the animal increased in proportion as his struggles were violent. The painter in a fit cf transport, seized his pencils. The patient, however, who had been bitten and torn by the dog, uttered violent cries. Excellent! bravo! exclaimed the artist. Continue: 0! that's admirable! Finally, the sitting, or rather the torture being at an end, the artist offered the promised salary; but the model replied, that he had agreed to accept of a pound sterling for being painted, and not for being bitten; he demanded a large indemnity. The affair has been brought before the tribunals.

Ali Bey.-The following notice is from an intelligent correspondent who obtained his information from Tangier, and may be relied on as correct.

About seven years ago a man came to Tangier, who said his name was Ali Bey. He was well versed in the Arabic

of the Levant, and in the rites of the Mahometan religion. He said he was the son of a Bey of

Egypt, who was, many years since, forced to escape from his country in disgrace, and take refuge in Italy. There his children were instructed in the sciences of Europe, and privately by their father in the doctrines of Islamism. On his death-bed, the old man enjoined upon his son to repair to the empire of Morocco, and perfect himself in the religion of his fathers. In the pious fulfilment of this injunction he was now come. He had the costume and manners of a mussulman, attended the mosque regularly, and approved himself an accomplished follower of the prophet. He resided in Tangier about six months, when the emperor sent for him to Mequinez, gave him a wife, and made him a favourite. Ali Bey had two sets of fine astronomical instruments, one of which he gave to the emperor, whose confidence he seemed now unreservedly to possess. But unfortunately one day, from wrong information or miscalculation of his own, he ventured to predict an eclipse. The emperor sent to Tangier to know if one would take place at the stated time. Mr. Simpson consulted the almanack, and returned a negative answer. At length the day arrived, and no eclipse happened “ You have deceived me,” said the emperor, you are an impostor. Take him---place him beyond Mount Atlas, and let him never again pass the confines of my empire.” He was accordingly carried to the kingdom of Tafilet; from which, however, he contrived to escape, and in process of time he arrived in Mecca. He there made himself of some importance and repute, by means of his talents and address, and was employed in making drawings of the mosques, &c. He afterwards passed to Alexandria, and thence to Europe.

When he was sent out of Morocco, the Spanish and Portuguese consuls, with whom he had been intimate, were immediately expelled from Tan. gier without examination. Mr. Simpson assured me that he had positive information, that the pretended Ali Bey is a Catalan, named Babia, (not Badia, as has been said,) and that he was employed by the Prince of Peace to undertake this adventure. The king of Spain has, until lately, always kept two young men in Tangier, to learn the Arabic language, and to collect manuscripts, which they transmitted to Spain by stealth.

North Am. Rev. ARABIC MANUSCRIPTS.---A Frenchman, who has been a long time in Morocco, has found in the interior some curious manuscripts, consisting of proclamations and addresses to the different tribes of the Moors, soon after they were driven from Spain, to induce them to unite for the purpose of reconquering the country they had lost. They are addressed to the tribes separately, characterising them by the climate, productions, and genius of the different sections of the country, which they inhabited. They are said to be written in the finest style of oriental eloquence, and to be worthy the brightest period of Arabian literature under Haroun Abraschid. They are expected to be published soon with a French translation.

Lincoln.---At these assizes, the plaintiff, an apothecary of Bottesford, sought to recover from defendant, a batchelor of opulence, residing near Lincoln, 7871. 188. sterling, for medicine and attendance during twentyfive years. By statement of plaintiff's counsel, it appeared that the defendant was of a hypochondriacal turn, and bad taken pills for a great number of years: he used to have from 600, to 2,000 pills sent to him at a time; and in one year he took 51,000! being at the rate of one hundred and fifty a day! There were also thousands of bottles of mixtures. From the ravenous propensity of the patient for physic, it was deemed necessary to call in two physicians, who, inquiring of defendant what was the course of medicine and nourishment he pursued through the day, apswered as

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