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specimens of the work will shortly be forwarded to Mr. Samuel G. Goodrich, No.

A man died lately in North Carolina, of a slight needle puncture received in his hand;--and anoth-141 Washington Street. The following letters were addressed to Mrs. Harris, respecting her work:

er in Norfolk, of a scratch on the lower joint of a middle finger, got while thrusting the hand into a pork barrel.

MR. COOPER, author of the Spy and other popular American novels, and who is now in Europe, has in the press at London, a work entitled America, by a Travelling Bachelor; or Facts and Opinions relative to the United States.'

A complete edition of Walter Scott's Novels, in English, is now publishing in Paris. Explanations of the Scottish words and phrases are given in the margin of each page.

Bower of Taste.

HISTORY OF THE EMPERORS.

THIS work is an abridged history of all the Emperors who have reigned in Europe from Julius Cæsar down to Napoleon; it was translated by Mrs. SARAH ANN HARRIS, of Savannah, (formerly of Boston) and published in New York, in 1824, It is a neat duodecimo, and admirably calculated for the use of schools, for which it was designed. Considering the necessity of often alluding to the intrigues of a licentious court, as also of delineating with truth some of the most abandoned characters, this Lady has observed the utmost purity of language throughout her translation, which is sufficiently literal to give a perfect idea of the original work. The liberal encouragement which the translator of this book has received, from its being adopted as a classic in some of the most respectable seminaries at the south and elsewhere, induces her to print a 2d edition, which will be published in New York in September next. A few

Mrs. Harris' translation of an Abridged History of European Emperors, from Julius Cæsar down to Napoleon Le Grand, written originally in the French language, appears to be executed in a fine style of composition; and as the subject is partieularly interesting to all classes of readers, patronage of the public.

I do not hesitate to recommend it to the J. CRAWFORD.

Mrs. Harris-From the particular examination I have made of your translation

of the History of the Emperors of Rome, and other parts of Europe and Asia, and comparing it with the original, I can without hesitation recommend it as a good translation, and as a useful book to young students, and a convenient remembrancer even to those who have read history more extensively. For the encouragement of native female genius, I wish it may meet with the reception in the world which it merits. Respectfully, yours,

R. A. BLOUNT.

MILLEDGEVILLE, July 1, 1824.

Mrs. S. A. Harris, lation of the History of the Emperors, MADAM-I have examined your trans&c, and cheerfully contribute the mite of my approbation, not only to the fidelity of the translation, but also to the purpo ses, as they are set forth in your prospec

tus, for which the work was undertaken. If it should meet with the encouragement from the public to which its merits fairly will be the last individual who will have entitle it, you may rest assured that you reason to be dissatisfied with the enterprise. Very respectfully,

Your obedient Servant,
JAMES CAMAK.

THE BOWER OF TASTE.-All com munications for or relative to this work, should be addressed [post paid] to the editor, MRS. KATHARINE A WARE. It is published every Satur day by SAMUEL G. ANDREWS, Ne. 30, Market Street, Boston. Terms $2.50 in advance, $3 at the expiretion of six months.

Original Poetry.

COFFEE. The lovers of this delightful beverage may be pleased to learn how highly it is esteemed by the Persians-they believe it was planted by the angel Gabriel, who prepared it for Mahomet to renovate his youth, which it effectually did. Bonaparte also says, that coffee was the ambrosia of the Gods, equally imparting nu-triment and exhilaration.

COFFEE.

TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.

Hail sacred plant! which like the genial clime
That gave thee birth, exhilarates and warms—
Rouses the hero's soul to deeds sublime,

Or soothes to soft repose with gentle charms.
Flower of Arabia! to thee we owe

The classic lay of Homer's deathless lyre:
"T is thine, to bid the soul of genius glow,

And sportive fancy's blissful dreams inspire.
O'er that fair soil that nurs'd thy infant bloom,
The gods unbarr'd the radiant gates of day,
Where not one sombre cloud of wint'ry gloom
Rises to chase the genial blush away.

Fragrant exotic-flower of paradise,

Through thee we hold communion with the skies.

A- -y.

SONNETTA.

TO MY EOLIAN HARP.

Harp of the breeze! how sweetly o'er thy strings
The gentle south its inspiration flings!

How wildly on the breathless list'ner's ear
There seem to swell a thousand mingling notes,
Now faint and distant, now, more loud and clear;

And as thy fairy warbling round me floats,

Methinks an angel tunes thee to his song;
For more than earthly strains to thee belong-
But hark! how rushes now the rising gale
Upon the tender chords with ruder sweep!

Struck by the tempest, awful is thy swell,

AUGUSTA,

Thy notes more grand-thy tones more richly deep!

But now-they melt like twilight's fading hue,
As dies the breeze away; sweet lyre, adieu!

-TI

Cambridge.

BALLAD.

Cold blew the blast across the heath
And darksome was the hour,
While the ill omen'd bird of death,
Scream'd from the ruin'd tow'r.

Cold blew the blast across the heath,
When Ellen left her home-
Regardless of night's chilling breath,
Through cheerless wilds to roam.

Around her sylph-like form so fair,
Her silken plaid she threw,

While on the blast her auburn hair,
In wild disorder blew.

She hied her to the battle plain,

Though the hour was dark and dread,
For oh! she cried my love is slain-
He has for freedom bled!

For he came not with the morning sun,
To deck my favorite bower-

And he came not at the blush of morn,
Or twilight's shadowy hour.

What voice was that, so low and drear-
Was it the groan of the dying?
Ellen she paus'd, and listen'd to hear-
Was it the voice of my Henry dear

Or the hollow night breeze sighing?

Among the dead the youth she sought,
With courage unappall'd

While anxious hope possess'd each thought,
As on his name she call'd.

Soon as the maid her love descried,

And saw the bleeding wound—

She wildly shrieked, then sunk beside

Him, on the ice-cold ground.

They found her there at the dawn of day,

But her reason had fled forever!

Though they hurried her from the scene away,
From her memory it faded, never!

For oft would she come to his lonely tomb
To breath her evening prayer-
While many a flower of brightest bloom
Diffused its fragrance there;

And she would list to the swelling breeze,
And whisper a fond reply,

For she said he spake in the waving trees,
And beckon'd her from the sky!

Poor phrenzied maid-peace to thy breast,
For long hast thou been laid
In misery's only home of rest,

Beneath the willow's shade.

OPHELIA.

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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.

BOSTON, SATURDAY, JUNE 14, 1828. No. 24.

THE PRIZE OF VIRTUE.

MISS Henrietta Garden, born at Paris, and residing in the rue de la Vererie, was but eight years of age when she lost her mother. Her father confided her to the care of three ladies, who were capable of giving her but a very common education; from them she learned to sew, and to take care of a household.

ing him flatter himself with the idea of happiness. The marriage was concluded, and Miss Garden had the grief of not being permitted to follow her father to his new wife's residence.

She was then aged 20 years, and was obliged to take lodgings in a small chamber. In order to obtain subsistence, she was conAt the age of fourteen, she re- strained to sew linen, but even turned to her father, who gave then her utmost exertions could her the direction of the domestic not procure more than twenty concerns. Happy in anticipating sous a day. Her only happiness even his slightest wishes, she de- consisted in visiting her father, termined to pass her days with but it was easy to see that her him; and so pleasing to her was presence was not at all agreeable this prospect, that she refused to his wife. The simplicity of several offers of marriage. On a her manners and the poverty of sudden, her father declared to her her dress, contrasted strongly with his intention of forming a second the air of elegance which prevadmatrimonial engagement, upon ed the house. She supported which, although it surprised her, she suffered no remark to pass her lips; she often smiled at see

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without complaint the slights of her stepmother, and never ceased to testify the liveliest tenderness

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for her father, and for a young in washing his linen, and prepar child, his son, by this second mar-ing his repasts. The persons with riage.

Filial piety is a duty; but are there not circumstances which give a character of eminent virtue to an action in itself obligatory? Besides, Miss Garden has other titles.

whom she worked had consented Soon, she was prohibited from to her beginning her labor at midpaying any more visits to her day; but in order to regain the father, except at those periods of time lost, she remained at it until the year which are consecrated to eleven o'clock in the evening.filial piety; and even then, she was Her little salary could not suffice permitted to appear only at the for the maintenance of two perhouse when the family were alone, sons, and her pious delicacy causentering by a private stairway re-ed her to conceal from her father served for the servants. If her a part of her necessities. She father was sick, she obtained with saw herself obliged to profit by the great difficulty the favor of plac- good will of some benevolent ing herself beside his bed, but un-neighbors, and contract debts with der the condition of not naming them, which augmented by the herself before strangers, and caus-last sickness of her father, aing herself to appear, even to the mounted, at his death, to the sum eyes of the physician, but a sim- of five hundred francs.-How enple hired nurse. ormous was this sum for a poor Thirty years elapsed from the girl who had to depend on her latime of Mr. Garden's second nup-bor for subsistence: Her father tials. Nearly the whole of that expired in her arms. period, he resided in the country, and his daughter, after he removed thither, was ignorant of even the place of his residence, when one day he presented himself before her, told her that his affairs obliged him to take up his resi- During the time she was living dence for a short time at Paris, alone, before she had the happiand that he had resolved to re-ness to receive her father, she main during his stay in the city in had shared her home with Sophia her humble asylum. Mr. Garden Valley, her friend, and like herself, had lost his fortune; discord had poor and without assistance. Afseparated him from his family; he ter a lapse of eight years, Miss had but a single friend in the Valley was attacked by a malady world-that was his daughter. She of the breast, which lasted for received him with transport, and two years.-Henrietta, although eagerly yielded up to him her only an invalid herself passed her nights bed. Mr. Garden, from that mo- in watching by the bedside of her ment till his death, which happen- friend, and her days in laboring ed two years afterwards, spoke no with ardor, in order to procure for more of returning home. Never the poor patient the necessaries did his daughter ask him the which her situation required, and slightest question concerning the even in some degree those delicamotives which had estranged himcies which she fancied. from his wife and son. She was An old man, a relation of Miss suffering under a dreadful malady, Valley, succeeded her in the affecbut she exerted her strength so tions of Miss Garden; she receiv far as to serve and take care of him.ed him in his turn, maintained him The mornings, she employed in by her toil, and assisted him in mending the clothes of her father, his dying moments.

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