despatched by a labouring man, who we receive, our daily modicum of heard the cry of" kill that dog!" | news-Phil. Chronicle. "kill that dog!" The poor boy was picked up, but was not able to stand. He was put into a cart, and conveyed to the hospital. From subsequent inquiries, we learn that six of the bitten parts were cut out, and that caustic has been applied to many others. It is feared the dog was in a rabid state. The mother of the poor boy was at the time lying upon a bed of sickness. Rochester, N. Y. has grown up something like Jonah's gourd. In the short space of sixteen years, it has obtained a population of about 9000 inhabitants. A French emigrant, having been but a short time in England, was invited to partake of a bowl of punch -a liquor he had never tasted before, and which not at all agreed with him. Speaking of his entertainment next day, but forgetting the name of the beverage, he asked, "Vat de calls that liquor dat be all contradiction; where is de brandy to make it strong, and de water to make it weak, de sugar to make it sweet, and de lemon to make it sour?" "Punch, I suppose you mean." "Aye, punch, (said Monsieur,) it almost punchee out my brains last night." Dancing. "I am an old fellow," says Cowper, in one of his letters Jealousy. A young woman was to Hurdis, "but I had once my dan-apprehended, the other day, in the cing days, as you have now, yet I could never find that I could learn half so much of a woman's real character by dancing with her, as conversing with her at home; when I could observe her behaviour at the table, at the fire-side, and in all the trying scenes of domestic life. We are all good when we are pleasant, but she is good who wants not the FIDDLE to sweeten her." city of Philadelphia, disguised in man's apparel. It is said that the 'green-eyed monster," jealousy, had "taken possession of her soul," and that she had assumed the “aforementioned habiliments" in or der to ascertain the haunts of her naughty husband. "Men are faithless creatures, jo.” Mrs. Hemans. We learn, from the London journals, that this noble hearted woman--one of nature's sweetest and truest poets—is prepa ring for the press another volume of her breathing flowers. Philadelphia. The people are all out of town, and accidents and accident-makers have all followed them. The genius of mischief, the printer's friend, is either asleep, or Talma's Widow. The widow of gone to the Springs." Fires will not break out; thieves do not break Talma, the celebrated French tra in; Fame's trumpet is melted; ru-gedian, was married to the Count mour's hundred tongues are parch- de Chalot, an officer of the legion ed up, and our papers are as dry as of honour, on the sixth of June the deserts of Arabia. To make last. short, however, a long story, we deOn a late ascension of Mr. Green, sire to inform our absent townsmen, a Mr. W. requested to be allowed that the city is very healthy, but as to accompany him into the aerial a natural consequence of their ab-regions. "Are you good temper "I be sence, very dull. Business is stag-ed?" asked the aeronaut. nant, commerce is taking a nap in lieve so," said the other, "but why the tariff shade, and we have to look do you ask the question?" sharp, to make out from the papers fear we may fall out on the way." "For Bower of Taste. THE WEATHER. WHO cannot write about the weather? We will tell you-He or she that is under a dengue sun, receiving the reflected light and heat of a brick wall, as it streams into a close spinning out a hexameter, with the accompaniment of a sky of dust, and the wheels of twenty carriages over a noisy pavementwho plies the fan, whips the moschetoes, and cudgels the brain-who has a parlous good [no offence, neighbour] saying as you travel natured friend, looking over their shoulder, through a sentence, How flat!'-that one who swallows hot air, and walks about a breathing salamander,-If any thus situated, can write even about the weather, he was born hurt amidst the desolation of Sodom and Go Ingenious Piece of Mechanism.— We were gratified in viewing a most ingenious piece of mechanism now exhibiting at the jewelry store of Mr. Rice, in this village,-a time-piece, which strikes the hours and halves, plays six tunes with all the force and sweetness of a piano-ven' to cool a brain fever-that one who is room, where there is no 'sweet breath of heaforte, and sings like a nightingale! Yet this is not all; you are not only saluted with the cheerful notes of a feathered warbler, but presented with the bird itself, decked out in a coat of many colours, rejoicing with motion as well as music, fluttering its little wings with the light and sprightly notes, and accompanying the more soft and solemn with a slower motion of the head, and of a Simoon, and would have remained unwhole body. Really, here is a bird morrah. Think of a cooking barbecue on that will sing when you please, and the fourth of July-of the Engineer's place sweetly, too, and dance to its own in a steamboat-of the gentleman of old, music; yet so tame that he will ne- roasted in the brazen bull-of an Indian pow ver fly away; and being supernatu- wow-and then, feeling all the warmth conral, he needs neither food nor drink. comitant upon all and each of these, write about the weather, if you can-or make love But seriously, it is a triumph of mechanism, and a finished piece of treat to the cellar-light your lamp-take -or pen poetry-it will not do -But reworkmanship. The top of the time Parry's voyages to the North Pole to read, piece, represents a flower garden; with an ice cream beside you-and then you the bird sitting on the summit of may seize your harp, and babble about purlthe structure in the centre, from ing streams and green glades to some effect. But an Editor's closet!!.......Dog-days, dust, which spouts of pure water appear exuding brains, and a parched tongue.......for pouring down while the bird sings, one to write amid all this, is asking too much. the whole presenting a most lively If you write, who will read? Your newspaand picturesque appearance. The per, taken after dinner, brings 'deep sleep admirers of art, and others who on man,' and he snoozes in the first paragraph. have time to spend, will be highly Your wit is wasted, should you by accident pleased, with witnessing the opera-and paper makers stark naught. No-it is of have any, and the labour of the compositors tions of this wonderful piece of mechanism.-Saratoga Sent. no use to say one word, even about the weather. So we will not try. Commencements. These annual literary jubilees are coming aud passing as we write, sending their intellectual knights errant into the world of theology, pharmacology, and law; as also among the intricacies of commerce, science, and belles-lettres. The day which designates the departure of the gradu ate from his Alma Mater, is hallowed by him self, and honoured by many who assemble to witness the ceremony of his exit, and to lis ten to Latin and Greck speeches, ore rotundo forensicks, and grave and edifying disputations The ladies, on such occasions, adorn themselves with smiles of the newest fashions, are seen the southrons, who begin at the end of this carnival to wend their way slowly toward home. Newport, that" garden of America," stays them awhile, until the steam It is probable that there will be more strangers at Cambridge, at this commencement, than there has been for a number of years. and flourish their fans andante or con spiritu, as unto grace may appertain. Those gentlemen who have experienced the honours and luminations of a degree, applaud Hebrew disquisitions, which they......understand; boat receives them to convey them to that while attentive damsels exclaim,' How grace-" sunny land, where dark eyes beam.” ful!' when orator juvenile maketh gesture appropriate. Cambridge, for a long course of years, has claimed the first laurel in the gift of dame science, and piqueth herself upon her "gray round towers of other days," and upon those brilliant stars in our hemisphere, whose rays were kindled at this good woman's lamp; and truly she hath educated a goodly family, but few of whom but were made for some good purpose. The Rival Theatres. From appearances, it is to be presumed that the campaign is to be opened this winter with great spirit. We have not as yet ascertained with certainty what recruits are to come forth at the F. S. Theatre, but the Tremont proprietors have fairly gained the histrionic jewels of NewYork for their boards, and also renovated the interior of their theatre at a great er"Palmam, qui meruit, serat.” Church Bells. A writer in the Evening Bulletin, recommends an abolishing of the practice of ringing the bells on Sundays, for church service, as injurious to the sick, and uncomfortable to the healthy. If the writer would engage to induce more to attend church if the custom is abandoned, than now go to meeting, his plan certainly should be adopted. Speaking of bells, a correspondent suggests, that in case of fire, a new method of ringing should be adopted, viz. a quick tolling, instead of the present method, to distinguish the nine, one, and eleven-o`clock bells from a fire alarm. We know not, however, that this subject is particularly interesting to ladies, except that it may gratify their curiosity to learn immediately whether it is nine p. m., or a fire, that (as Paddy said) "pulls the talking rope." Another commencement approaches, and already do we witness alertness in preparation among the fashionables, to adorn this gala day. Perhaps there is no one more ration-pense. al amusement than the one which this, and the succeeding day at Cambridge affords. Still, however, to witness the performances, some fatigue must be endured, from the smallness of the place where the exhibition is offered, as well as from the extreme lack of ceremony prevalent among many, who are over anxious to obtain a conspicuous place to "see and be seen." We have with sorrow seen individuals-ay, even ladies-who were in general retiring and reserved in their manners, on occasions like this absolutely quite free and easy, and full as anxious to accommodate themselves, as to exhibit courtesy toward their neighbours; as also gentlemen, who would at any other time and place, think it unpardonable to stand before a lady, so as to completely eclipse her vision, forget their politeness at a commencement, and present to his fair neighbour behind him, three feet of his own person, together with two coat butThe Statesman-guesses Ichabod has sometons, instead of the bright face of the interesting speaker. Chesterfield becomes, as the thing to do with ladies' Bowers. Wonder lawyers say, “pro hac vice," a dead letter, who will be the next President? Guess if and beautiful head dresses, rose coloured rib-Ichabod has any seat in the Bower, Mrs. bons, and blooming faces "are born to blush unseen, And waste their sweetness on the desert air." Still, notwithstanding these little unavoidable grievances, a commencement has its charms. Our friends from the south are there-our metropolis sends out her forces of beauty and fashion--and even Ballston and Saratoga restore their jewels during the commencement months. Ware had better come home. Guess-work very uncertain business. Guess there is good poetry in the Statesman. Guess Knapp makes good blacking. Guess Mrs. Ware did not write this article. To Readers and Correspondents, Several communications await the return of the Editor. THE BOWER OF TASTE, edited by MRS. KATHARINE A. WARE, is Published every Providence commencement succeeds Cam- Saturday, by DUTTON & WENTWORTS, bridge, it being on the following week, and (formerly State Printers,) Nos. 1 and 4. Erhere there is a larger church to accommo-change-Street, Boston, who are authorized to date the public. Providence is a scene of gaiety for about three weeks after commencement, there generally being a round of fashionable parties at this season. Here again transact all business relative to the Printing and circulation of this work. All literary communications should be, as formerly, directed to the Editor. All letters must be Post paid. In Trinity-church grave-yard, New-York, is a magnificent slab of marble, with only this eloquent inscription Look-the dark rain bath left the sky, Comes wing'd by zephyrs from the grove; And purling lines by the warm rain penn'd Where all the lightning of the storm? All the green trees that garment land Was round a rain drop!—one of sky: GOD taught thee, beautiful! how to fold To learn thee danger, were a sin! Who that abroad on nature looks Who climbs the rocks, who hears the brooks, Can deem himself a lonely one, But he who meets in transient way, With those who speak, and hear, and see, And cannot find one kindred lay To touch his heart, is not like me. While thought holds empire o'er the mind, O let not "ignorance be bliss." Is there, when morning breaks along the east, J.O.R. CK |