Fierce, from the Boreal caverns of the north,
Where gelid nature lies in endless sleep-
The furious spirits of the storm rush forth
And o'er the wave their ghastly vigils keep.
With fiendish yell-that mocks at human wo,
They shriek and gibber o'er the mastless deck,
Now, roaring wild-now, murmuring dirges low,
As sinks the Sea boy 'neath the heaving wreck!
O'er all of nature with despotic sway
Pale WI TER, like a ruthless tyrant reigns-
Shrouds in deep gloom the genial orb of day,
And scatters desolation o'er the plains.

The night breeze sighs amid the rifled bower,
While crystal wreaths are bright on every spray,
When erst the vernal leaf and glowing flower
Bloom'd in gay loveliness-but 'where are they?'
Nought, but the fair Exotic's tender bloom,
From cheerless scenes relieves the wandring eye,
While these, like blossoms scattered o'er a tomb
Seem but the cherish'd flowers of memory.

The houseless wretch whom want has forc'd to roam,
Wraps in a tatter'd garb his shivering form,
And humbly begs a temporary home,

To shield him from the fury of the storm!

Perhaps a treacherous friend, or faithless wife,
Has laid the deep foundation of his wo-
And urged to these, the lesser ills of life
Have struck, alas! too sure, the fatal blow.

Perhaps an Exile from his native land,
He wanders destitute of home and friends
"Till press'd by Poverty's relentless hand,
At length beneath the mighty weight he bends;
Then-oh ye Sons of wealth reserve an hour
From the resplendent circles of the gay,

And know tis ye whom heaven has arm'd with power
To chase the haggard fiend of want away.

Too oft, alas! does pomp and vain parade,
Usurp Humanity's superior claim

The lofty schemes of human pride to aid;
These are the tribute Avarice pays to fame!

Oh ye-whom bounteous Heaven has deigned to bless,
On you a greater, nobler task depends―
"Tis yours to pity and relieve distress,

On deeds like these, prosperity attends!

MUSINGS.

AUGUSTA.

In the following beautiful effusion of fancy, our readers will recognize one of our most devoted worshippers of the muse.

It is a quiet night,—afar,
(Sweeping across the river,

O'er which the star beams quiver,)

I hear the fainting notes of the guitar,
And the low breathings of the flute,

Like echoings of a fairy lute.

Since the first sighing of the breeze of even,
Along the ocean-marge's silver sands,
(A lonely place, meet

For young spirits when they all join hands,
And the blue ether rings

To their mysterious revellings,)

I have been treading with my naked feet,

The dew upon my hair,

And my cool forehead bare

To the all-glorious Heaven.

The spot is deck'd with many a rose-lipp'd shell,-
The zephyrs know them well,

And murmur o'er them oft,
With voices clear and soft,

Until the very soul of melody awakes,

And from each spiral chamber breaks.

Dearest; at hours like this, the memory

Of blessed moments I have known with thee,

Comes o'er me like the gentle influence

Of some new risen sense.

Thoughts of thy love,

Like twilight o'er the earth, the wave, the sky above;
Steal to my inmost heart,

Shadows of grief depart,

And with them fades each trace that care
With busy finger has been writing there.

THE BOWER.

There's a bower of roses, where beauty shall dwell,
'Mid the purest of perfume, the sweetest of song;
Bright sunlight shall play o'er it all the day long,
And the muses by moonlight shall gather and tell,
Of the joys, that to genius and fancy belong.

F. S. H.

Cool zephyrs shall fan it, and fountains shall lave,
And the bright smiling stars shall impearl it with dew;
And blooming with verdure and flowers ever new
Its branches and garlands shall gracefully wave-
Oh! come, lady fair, let me set there with you.

HENRY.

xtower of Taste.

FASHION.

grance, polish and grace, that they have placed it on the brow of the Ocean Goddess? it has a sweet though unpretending blossom-this is sometimes emblematic of love. A writer on the subject says, although the myrtle was a symbol of affec

THE fashions of the present day, with regard to either sex, are certainly conceived upon a more rational principle than formerly in the olden time,' the arti-ion and peace, yet it covered of old the ficial tower, upon the female head, was vengeful sword of Harmodius; thus re any thing but an evidence of an expansion venge and wrath are often veiled under of brains, while the closely compressed the semblance of love! Horace tells us waist, and the redundant flow of drapery that the myrtle is exceedingly brittle therefrom, gave a woman the appear-does this quality make it an emblem of ance of an hour glass.

Thanks to our fashionable stars, the present mode of dress has little, or no tendency to disguise the human form, it is more in conformity with the ancient Grecian costume than has ever before been adopted the flowing robe and broad cestus of our modern belles assimulate with some of the finest models of grace and beauty in the gallery of the arts-and the simple arrangement of the hair, ornamented only by a wreath of rose or myrtle, is truly classical.

love?

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle, Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, ''Tis the clime of the East, 'tis the land of the sun,'-there they still continue to talk in the language of flowers-a little wreath placed in the boudoir of his mistress will tell the history of a lover's hopes and fears, and even a scion be made to express a famous achievement.

The stiff coat of the ancient beau, with its enormous buttons, and unwieldy cuffs, has yielded to a close fitness of this article, to the form of the wearer: this must be an improvement, for whatever garment is calculated to display the proportions of the figure, is so. Our best artists refuse to paint a portrait in all the paraphernalia of the toilet, for this reason; they wish to preserve the outline of nature as distinctly as possible with due reference to delicacy—this is good taste.

The
snug surtouts of our beaus we per-

ceive are
positively laid aside for the
graceful Italian cloak-this, gives the
wearer a clerical, or rather professional
appearance, and from its being readily as-

Sumed

upon
all occasions, it is a most con-

venient,

as well as becoming article.

THE MYRTLE AND ROSE.

THE

ancient poets of Rome and Greece,

Emblematic shrubs are placed round the dwellings of their Savans and Heroes, as complimentary tributes.

In the more modern pages of Romance, and Poetry, the Rose is recognized as the flower of love,' and, with all its beautiful variety, its attractive, and repulsive character, its brief loveliness, though undying fragrance--it is certainly the most expressive type of the belle passion.

An agreeable writer on retirement says there is in the history of most of our lives, some particular period to which we delight to recur, in which we imagine most of our happiest moments have been passed. This may occur in different stages of our existence, but in general we find it among our youthful days: if we look into the nature of the pursuits and pleasures of our youth the recollection of which still spreads such a charm over our lives, we shall find in most instances that we owe our happiest moments to a seclusion from the cares, the bustle, and the fash

have devoted the Myrtle to love; was it ion of the world. In surveying the beaubecause it is a perennial, or for its fra- ties of creation-many of those hour,

which we review with pleasure, were passed in a ramble through the wood, a walk on the beach, or a morning ride through a luxuriant country. These are simple enjoyments in the estimation of the world, but they are more rational than those founded on the artificial luxuries of life. Friendships also that were perhaps formed in the closet, are often nourished and strengthened in the field, while reciprocating in rural pleasures.

amusement. This work presents a pleasing specimen of that art, both in its prose and poetry, and there are few who have examined it, but have felt the best affections of the heart engaged in its perusal.

Tremont Theatre.-The appearance of Mr Horn and Mrs Knight, has been greeted by the most flattering rounds of applause at this theatre; for some reasons unconnected with the merits of these charming vocalists, they have not receiv

This is undoubtedly true-there is a luxury in participating with those whomed so full a harvest of golden opinions as we love and esteem in all our pleasures, we could have wished them. Mr Horn's and the more intellectual they are, the voice is not very powerful, but its subdued tones are remarkably sweet; he is higher is our enjoyment. A contemplaperhaps, a less finished actor than Philtion of the sublime and beautiful of na

ture, is the purest gratification of which ipps, but conceives his part with ability, and treads the stage well.

we are susceptible, what a charm then does the communion of an intelligent spirit impart to a moonlight ramble-a strole through the solitudes of the forest —or, while listening to the roar of the mountain cataract. It is true the eye is feasted, but there is a delight in the mutual interchange of thought on the scene before us, when in the society of our friends, which the solitary wanderer cannot enjoy.

JUVENILE SOUVENIER.

Nothing that we can say would add to the fame of Mrs Knight. Last year we admired her touching style in ballad singing, but in this visit she has given decided proofs of her advancement in the science of music, and she has most ample aid from a superior orchestra.

New Saloon.We learn that the New Saloon of the Tremont Theatre is fitted up with all the conveniences and splendor of a private drawing room. This is a most important improvement to the es

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

It is not our intention to notice particularly, all those who may honor us with their contributions; we hope the pub

AMONG the many splendid transatlantic, tablishment, the ladies will now have a and native annuaries, that are daily mak-comfortable retreat while taking refreshing their debut in court dress, or neat re- ment, or awaiting their carriages. publican simplicity-no one has excited more interest or has been perhaps so joyously received, as the beautiful little Souvenier of Miss Francis. The children are delighted to possess a work writ-lication of the article will prove its acten expressly for themselves, on subjects so congenial to their fancies; and it is amusing to see when one of these books are displayed, with what avidity the happy little beings cluster round to view its embellishments and listen to its pages.

There is no composition so difficult as that where it is necessary to unite dignity with simplicity and instruction with

ceptability; to deal out the meed of approbation due on these occasions, is a task which we must generally decline; but with respect to several who have favored us with their notice the lateness of their communications will preclude the possibility of their appearance in our first number; their worth will be duly appreciated hereafter.

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With youthful fancy, or with matron taste,

We cull the meadow, and explore the waste,'-Paine.
The brightest flowers, the purest gems to save,
From the dark bosom of oblivion's wave.

SATURDAY, JANUARY 12, 1828.

No. 2.

or other occurred to his recollection, and he opened one of the ends of the 'leathern convenience,' and took thereout a bulky object, con

It was on a wet evening, in the month of September, 17-, that an elderly man, respectably dressed, stopped at the little inn of the village of Rubeland. On dismount-taining a variety of curious instruing, he gave particular directions to the ostler to be careful of his nag, (a stout little roadster,) and proceeded straight to the kitchen fire, where he disencumbered himself of his outer coat and boots, and ordered the private room to be prepared for his reception. The landlady bustled about to do his bidding, while the stranger sat down quietly among the boors who crowded around the kitchen fire, some of whom offered him the civility of the better seats, but he rejected all with a silent shake of the head, and in fact appeared to be occupied with any thing but what was going on around him. At last, his valise having been unstrapped and brought in, some idea

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ments. These he examined, wiping some and breathing on others, and displaying all to the wondering eyes of the peasants, who were not long in coming to the conclusion that he was a conjurer of no common acquirements. The stranger, however, did not observe their astonishment. Indeed it is very doubtful whether he remembered that any one was near him; for he quoted once or twice a Latin sentence, pressed a concealed spring or two in some of the instruments, which shot out their steel talons at his touch, and in a word, performed such other marvels, as occasioned a considerable sensation among his spectators. If the truth must be told, they all

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