rack of stages. Now, landlords are busy in providing the swift repast for new comers to their mansions, and hastening the departure of those who have paid their bills, and are off for new scenes of gaiety or exploration. Now, spring waters are drank by both sick and well, and they "trip it on the light, fantastic toe," when "evening closes in," at Ballston or Saratoga. Now, the southron leaves his negroes and cotton, and wends his way north to escape burning skies and yellow fevers. Now, Editors peep into splendid coteries, and write home to their printers' imp, who straightway publishes erudite thoughts, and fanciful descriptions. Now, the merchant forgetteth notes due at the bank, and sayeth, | unto his clerk 'reign thou in my stead.' Now, the errand boy strolleth of a Saturday afternoon, into the forest, and plucketh the tempting whortleberry;-now one and all seek for amusement wherever it may be found, and maketh wry faces at the dog-star; and now Mrs. Ware hath played the truant, and left care behind, as well as the chair editorial -as eke also her jokes upon the bachelors.

mise explored, in the same time, and at a less expense, than is wasted at those places of fashionable resort, where many endeavour barely to vegetate, or to cheat time of its ennui. The advantages to health, from the exercise, would be incalculable, and the increase of knowledge grateful to the mind. Instead of passing six hours of the day at dressing, climb the steep, catch the first breath of the morning, view the sun, as it gilds, at its rising, the foliage of the forest ; traverse our land,-not its crowded cities, but its villages, where nature has spread her bounties to feast the eye and gladden the soul

and from the manners, customs, virtues and habits of our people, lay up an intellectual treat for after reflection. The simplicity and regularity of the lives of our villagers would have its good effect upon those who were educated in the lap of fashion, while the refinement of the latter would operate to embellish the manners, and improve the tastes of the former. It was not at the soirees of Ed|inburgh, or from the public dinners at Glasgow, that Scott gathered the materials for his character of Jeanie Deans; neither was it at the Bath, or Tunbridge Wells, that Moore culled those beautiful flowers of native im

of his muse, whose notes will charm when the hand that now touches her harp shall be motionless forever. Mind expands not amid the heat of a ball room. To be healthy and pure, she requires the range of existing worlds, and like the Highlander, is only herself, amid the wild scenery of earth, with her eye glancing from its splendours to the glories of

This season of the year may properly be denominated the migrating season; for every one who has the opportunity, escapes from his home and affairs, and pursues the phan-agery, with which he has adorned the bower tom happiness,-whether she seems to sit perched upon the mists of Niagara, to recline beside those fountains of health which are over the hills, or wanders, like a sea nymph, on the romantic shores of Nahant. We are told that all the usual places of resort for the gay, the dyspeptic, or the fashionable, are unusually crowded, this summer. It is to be observed, among other consequences follow-heaven. ing these glomerations of individuals from various parts of our land, that dame fashion Literary Crops. Sure, never were there usually has a revolution in her wardrobe, and so many authors as in these days. These a new order of dress grows out of this seeing years produce most fruitfully works of science and being seen in the polite world, framed and fiction; and it is expected of those who from this medley of ton. Niagara hats, Na- cater for the public taste, denominated Edihant frocks, and Saratoga forms of introduc- tors, that they will review, or glance at, or tion may be expected among the ladies; while mention those several works, in the order the gentlemen may calculate to learn the in which they make their conge to the most accomplished method of drinking cham-public. But, will you believe it, reader? paigne, penning a challenge, or cutting an a work of this size would scarcely be suffiacquaintance. At commencing this article, ciently large even to name the hebdomedal we intended to have said a word in favour visits made by literary strangers, into of a new course of travelling, which might be this world of letters. Facilities of printing, adopted, far more beneficial to the individual and the mania of swift writing, produce books at leisure, than that of merely riding to the even in this country so rapidly, that one could Springs, and dissipating a few months, or of not read the half of these new productions, setting down at a fashionable spot to idle a- which daily issue from the press, by devoting way the dog day season. The picturesque their whole time to the employment; and of our country might be viewed-its resour- much less could one review every work as it ces investigated-its manufacturing estab-introduces itself into public notice. An Edlishments visited-its forests, rising villages, itor who should attempt this Herculean task, lakes, mountains, and all its treasury of pro- would be like Dominie Sampson in the libra

addresses were made. The objects of this society may be ascertained by viewing the course adopted by that able paper, the Truth Teller, of New-York.

N. H. Adams Female Academy. The pu pils of this valuable institution were examined on Tuesday (week) last, by a select committee. The result was highly creditable to the diligence of the scholars, and to the unwearied perseverance of their instructors.

ry, who, in his eagerness to bear off his favourite authors, was under the necessity of relinquishing the whole load, from being overburthened. There is something sad in the reflection, that of all those, which are now the darlings of their parents, which were written for posterity, and were in the imagination of their authors, chef-d'œuvres in their kind, but few will survive the age or even the year in which they were inducted before us. The midnight oil has been exhausted in vain-poetic groupings have been sketched for naught -and the moving story will remain unmoved from the shelf of the bookseller. Vanity is a common-ay, a pardonable-fault in an author, and to him there is this consolation under his disappointment-that Milton was never fully immortalized as a poet, until death had rendered his mortality immortal. There is now before us a list of new publications, such as would fill the whole space devoted to editorial remarks, all of which were ush-ved that the city governmeut should follow

ered into being since the last new moon has received the new vows of her poetic admirers. When we have the opportunity, perhaps we may notice some of the fairest candidates for public patronage; at present, we cannot assist their flight to eminence by a single editorial puff,-unless we praise in gross, without reading either.

The Atheneum. This place is now open for the exhibition of the paintings of the late G. Stuart, Esq. Every one knows what has been the celebrity of this great artist, during his long life, both in Europe and America. Circumstances have now gathered together more of his paintings at one exhibition than probably ever again can be collected. There are 122 in number, comprising portraits of the six Presidents, and some of the most distinguished men of the United States. It is enough of praise to say, that they are all by Stuart, and if any additional inducement need be offered to see them, we need only add, that the proceeds of the exhibition are for the benefit of his bereaved family. The time will come when these paintings will command any price, as the works of the earliest and best of the American Artists. It will be

many a year before one can be found to take up that brush with equal ability, which Death has wrenched from his hand. He died in the fulness of fame; and the Atheneum now presents a fair record of the justness of that praise which two nations have awarded him.

Pond. This was commenced by a gentleRAILING around the margin of the Frog man who walked off the edge into the Frog Pond, on Friday evening last, while listening to the music. The spectators joined in the work, and there was rail-ing enough in a few moments, free of expense to the city, to reach half of its circumference. Some wag obser

the example of the patriotic gentleman, who is presumed to be related to the chief Walkin-the-Water. This is not the first instance

of a person who on a dark evening accidentally has taken an unexpected bath.

The Dengue-Dingy-or Dandy Fever. This novel disorder is on its passage from Charleston (S. C.) to the north, and already has arrived at New-York. The vapour bath is recommended as a cure. Why is not the Dengue a cure for the vapours ? Perhaps they are sworn enemies, and assist in destroying each other. As it is rather a laughable disease, perhaps Johnson, our caricaturist by attending a room where there are a dozen patients, might sketch a new assortment of grimaces and contortions of the "buman countenance divine." Even the ladies are said to make wry faces when assailed by Monsieur Dengue. What will be its effects on sour krout political Editors?

A GRIST of Puns.-Mr. Miller, of the than sixty-seven puns in his last paper. He Literary Gazette, (cousin to Jo) has no less

of them are bran new-though he is guilty of seems to make a meal of the business. Some some bolting in his efforts to catch them. We hate puns-they make one laugh.

THE BOWER OF TASTE, edited by Mrs. KATHARINE A. WARE, is Published every Saturday, by DUTTON & WENTWORTH, (formerly State Printers,) Nos. 1 and 4, Er change-Street, Boston, who are authorized to transact all business relative to the Printing Hibernian Relief Society. and circulation of this work. All literary This society communications should be, as formerly, diheld their stated monthly meeting on Monday rected to the Editor. All letters must evening last, at which a number of spirited | be Post paid.

THE SUNSET GUN-A Fragment.

The air was still. Upon th' horizon's edge
The sun was ling'ring on the blood-red deep,
Ere yet he flash'd on earth his last good night.
The ship slept on the waters, as the soul
Of an apostle rests on heavenly hopes.
The dove, as she skimm'd o'er the glassy sea,
Flew to embrace her mimic mate beneath.
Amid this peace, the sunset gun boom'd out,
And came upon the ear in majesty

E'en as the last trump shall wake a slumbering world!

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"With youthful fancy, or with matron taste,
"We cull the meadow, or explore the waste,"-PAINE.
The brightest flowers, the purest gems, to save
From the dark bosom of oblivion's wave.

BOSTON.....SATURDAY.....AUGUST 17, 1828. No. 33.

THE BALL-From Death's Doings.

see nothing particular about the child, for my part."

"EVEN if I were not prevented by this unlooked-for engagement from As the young mother said this, accompanying you to the ball to she cast her eyes on the child, and night, my love," said the Honoura- saw in its little heavy eyes someble Alfred Seymour to his beautiful thing which she felt assured was young wife," you must nevertheless particular--she saw, moreover, have declined it, for the child is ev- more strikingly than ever, the likeidently unwell, look how the puls-ness it bore to a justly beloved huses throb in this little throat, Sophia!" "So they always do, I believe. I really wish you were less of a croaker and caudle-maker, my dear; however, to make you easy, I will send for Doctor Davis immediately: The countenance of the father as to the ball, as I am expected, and brightened, and he departed assuhave gone to the trouble and ex-red that the claims of nature would pense of a new dress, and have not been out for such a long, long time, really I think I ought to go."

"You would not leave my boy, Lady Sophia, if"-" Not if there is the least danger, certainly; nor if the Doctor should pronounce it ill: but I do not believe it is 30-I

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band, and in a tone of self-correction added, " Poor little fellow, I do think you are not quite the thing, and should it prove so, mamma will not leave you for the world."

soon fully triumph over any little lingering love of dissipation, struggling for accustomed indulgence; and as he bade her good by, he did not wonder that a star so brilliant desired to exhibit its rays in the hemisphere alluded to, which was one in the highest circle of fashion.

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