professed to have beaten some of the best players in Europe, informed us that when confronted with the old Turk, such was the effect produced on his mind by view from Paris, are engaged at the Park Theatre. Negotiations are on foot for a strong corps de ballet, and arrangements are making to ensure a stock company, equal-ing this strange mockery of life, that his led by no theatre on the continent. thoughts were entirely abstracted from the It is decided to make four private boxes on each side; the second game, which was consequently lost. The performances of the smaller figtier, and two below, which will be very elegantly embellished, and ures upon the slack rope, are also most so dispose of the lights, as to dis- astonishing specimens of the perfection pense with the centre chandelier, of mechanism. The trumpeter is less and throw the glare of light from wonderful than the others, as he is unthe circle of boxes altogether.-doubtedly a musical instrument himself, N. Y. Enquirer. whose internal construction is somewhat similar to an organ, and may be acted upon either by the power of some corres A Shower of Herrings.—The Inverness Courier, received by the Florida, states that Major Mac-pondent machinery of its own, or by the kenzie, a gentleman of Foddington, in Strathpeffer, while traversing a field on his farm, lately, discovered a portion of ground covered with fresh herrings. The fish, it was supposed, had been transported thither by a waterspout a phenomenon that is common at that place. Bower of Taste. MAELZEL'S EXHIBITION. IT is amusing to listen to the various opinions that are expressed relative to the wonderful Automata of MAELZEL, particularly the old Turkish Professor of Chess. There are some persons who actually believe him to be under the immediate influence of supernatural agency, animated pro tem by the same spirit that inspired the celebrated Faustus, of brimstone memory; while others endeavor to account for his mysterious movements, and apparent intelligence, upon more rational principles,-contented, however, with tracing the former to the operations of a well organized machine,without even endeavoring to account for what appears the transfusion of soul into a body of material wood and iron. While he was exhibiting in New-York, a gentleman who hidden agency of its inventor. The interest of this exhibition is much increased by the splendid panorama of the The Minstrel's Companion. Among the many fanciful periodicals that have presented themselves to the public, since the commencement of this year, none, we should think, would be more likely to obtain an extensive patronage, than the Minstrel's Companion: this work, which is of the quarto size, is printed on handsome paper, and will be issued monthly, at thirty-seven cents per No. signed to comprise all the most fashionable songs, duetts, glees, &c. and will be a valuable acquisition to the lovers of harmony. At the close of the year, it will form a neat volume of choice and fashionable music, at a much cheaper rate than can otherwise be obtained. It is de Public gratitude.-We understand that the Vases presented to the late Gov. Clinton by the merchants of New York as a proof of their respect for his talents and character, and their sense of his great public services, were sold at auc tion on Tuesday at Albany, for the sum of six hundred dollars. The original price of them was three thousand dollars. -It is expected that the family carriages and horses will also be sold in order to satisfy the demands against his estate. N. Y. Paper. Can it be possible that a City so justly celebrated for its munificence and hospitality, should disregard the stigma that must unavoidably attach itself to the character of that state, for suffering the least indignity to rest on the memory of Gov. Clinton; a man, whose fortune, talents, and energies, were ever subservient in promoting its prosperity and honor. Under the weight of these obligations which they cannot forget, is it possible that the people can witness with indifference, the feelings of his bereaved family outraged by the claims of a Sheriff merely to satisfy the demands of a few mercenary individuals can they calmly behold the laurel which their own hands so recently conferred upon him, rudely torn from his tomb?-those splended testimonials of gratitude which were tendered to him, in recognition of his high and important services,' submitted to the hammer of the Auctioneer? be the motive what it may-this act is of a nature too indelicate to admit of palliation; the gold and the silver, may pass into the hands of the usurer, but the fame, and the glory of Clinton, are above the grasp of humam avarice! Who could have prophecied this event, that witnessed the regal pageantry of the 4th of November? and heard the joyous acclamations of the grateful multitude which thronged around his triumphal charriot! who would have predicted this change, or rather apathy of public feeling who saw him at the evening festival' surrounded by all the splendor of art and nature, while the enthusiasm with which he was greeted, was scarcely inferior to the ardor of pagan devotion. Inconsistencies like these, have a tendency to dim the lustre of our national character: this fact may perhaps furnish a paragraph for Blackwood. To Correspondents. Rusticus, W. & T. in onr next, (as we have several correspondents who use the same initials, it would please us if our writers would generally, instead of these, adopt a name in order to prevent their communications from being ascrib ed to wrong persons: we have however but one -TI- and but one R. L. P. MARRIED, In this city, on Sunday evening, by Rev. Mr. Sharp, Mr. Joseph Wallace to Miss Susan Townsend, formerly of Bol ton. By Rev. Mr. Beecher, Mr. George C. Beckford, formerly of Providence, to Miss Ann Beckford, of this city. In Charlestown, Mr. Joshua R. Seaver to Miss Harriet Johnson, both of C. In West Cambridge, Mr. Eleazer Homer Jr. of Boston, to Miss Louisa Wellington. In Brattleborough, Vt. on Saturday last, Mr. Frederic S. Hill, junior-editor of the Boston Statesman, to Miss Mary W. Blake. In New-York, Mr. Charles La Forrest to Miss Sophia C. Eberle, both late of the Washington Garden Theatre in this city. In Annapolis, Lieut. Charles Dimmock of the U. S. Army, to Miss Henrietta Johnson. DIED, In this city, on Tuesday last. Mrs. Mary Ann, wife of Mr. Dana Fay, Et. 23; Mr. Nathaniel Prentiss, 50; Elizabeth C. Miller, 20; Owen McGraham, 25; Mary Boyd, 64; Susan Henley, 44. In Manlius, N. Y. Doct. Hezekiah L Granger, aged 48 years. 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 Satuṛday by SAMUEL G. ANDREWS, No. 30, Market Street, Boston. Term $2.50 in advance, $3 at the expiretion of six months. MRS. WARE: I found the other day in my work basket, a piece of poetry from the pen of a young lady when she was but fourteen; I thought a perusal of it would gratify the lovers of poetry, and its merits entitle it to a place in the Recess of the Muses.' EVENING. When night ascends her starry throne, Then, will memory recall Visions of joy that far have fled, The friendly words that once were said The smiling lip, the beaming eye, That never must enchant us more, Hope's fairy visions born to die, And all our transient pleasures o'er. When every moon-beam tells a tale "ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE.' I've seen the beauties of the opening rose I've watch'd the unassuming violets close, And mark'd th' expansion the mild evenings bring. E. L. 8. I've traced the modest daisy blossoming fair Or paused to view the gaudy pink awhile. Mused on the tints of twilight sweetly dying. And I have thought of all their recent charms, 'Eternity! thou pleasing-dreadful thought.' How deep and boundless are thy vast domains, Who rolls his countless planets through thy realms, Thou strikest terror to the soul of man When he reflects that Nature's last cold sleep Anticipation tells of future bliss Hours fraught with love and joy come rolling on A few short years our bark plies round DESPAIR. I saw on the top of a mountain high It seem'd a star that had left the sky, I clomb the peak, and found it soon Can you its hidden sense impart ? R. J. "Twas a cheerful look, and a broken heart. Percival. Despair Barry Cornwall. Doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain, As mischief or remorse. The actors are at hand, and by their show You shall know all, that you are likely to know.-Peter Quince. with pleasure, as so many marks of superior intelligence. I BEGAN life unluckily by having some wit and a very weakly constitution. The former made me After enjoying the most absothe favorite of a large family, and lute sway for several years in the the latter exempted me from the school of my native town, I was tasks which the rest of my broth- sent to an academy. Here my ers and sisters were obliged to forward confidence and age gave perform. My father was a me- me also the ascendency over most chanic and an honest man; but of my fellows. I contrived to he had many of those prejudices form a society from among the about him which are commonly best scholars of the school for found in the humbler walks of purposes of declamation and exlife. Among the rest, he was a temporaneous discussions. We firm believer that there was one called it the Demostheni Cicerogenius in every family. I was nian Association, there existing a pitched upon unfortunately as the doubt in my mind to which of brightest child in ours-the real these great orators the palm of genius-magna opus domi. I was eloquence rightly belonged. As flattered into the idea that I was the president of this society I figa mighty prodigy, and at fourteen ured gloriously for four years, dewas always able to turn the laugh ciding with ludicrous gravity upon against both my parents, and a multitude of important questions treated the whole house as my in natural philosophy, literature servants. All this was borne and politics; and making speeches from me patiently-nay, received that would have puzzled the wis VOL. I. 49 |