OMNIUM GATHERUM. "We are but the venders of other men's goods.'

SLANDER. Man, by birth, is a stranger to objects all around him; but alas! he soon learns to defame his fellow-mortal: yes, quickly he learns to hurl the poisonous dart of slander against the innocent victim of his vengeance; with a heart given up to wickedness, and in comparison harder than the adamantine stone, he soon becomes an apt scholar of Diabolus, who soon gives him a commission to publish along in the streets every fault which he discovers in his fellow-being. But this is not enough to satisfy the infernal council of the black pit. He walks to some commanding eminence, ascends to the top of a lofty tower, and being assisted by the infernal demon, he stands tiptoe, and stretching forth his hand, he dips his pencil into the colours of the evening clouds, and mingling them with those of the rainbow, he portrays a picture of foibles which he has discovered in his fellow clay, and places it before the wild imaginations of human frailty. This is the task of a slanderer, and to him it is a delightful one.

O slanderer! thy tongue is more fatal than the arrow poisoned with the gum of Upas--more baleful than the sirocco of Italy-more cruel than the sword-more deadly than the effluvia of Java.

faithfully cultivated; let the mind of the young female be stored with useful knowledge, and the influence of woman, though undiminished in power, will be like "the diamond of the desert," sparkling and pure, whether surrounded by the sands of desolation, forgotten and unknown, or pouring its refreshing streams through every avenue of the social and moral fabric.

MATERNAL INTREPIDITY. Sometime last week, the wife of Mr. Lemuel Alexander, of Smithfield, N.. H. went to the well to draw water, with a young child in her arms. While in the act from some cause the child slipped or sprung from her, and plunged into the well, which was about thirty feet deep. well pole, with which she descendThe mother immediately seized the

ed a part of the distance, and then jumped down to the relief of her child, which was raised from the water and held in that position until the cries of Mrs. A. brought Mr. Joshua Arnold to her relief. Both

from the well, without having received material injury.

the mother and child were taken

CHEAP WEDLOCK. Take Notice. Elijah Slider, a Minister of the Gospel, wishes to inform the public, that he has had authority to solemnize marriage, from the year 1827, in March, and desires a part of their patronage. If they will grant him their custom, he proposes to marry THE FEMALE HEART. The fefor one dollar, if not taken more than five miles from home, or.sevmale heart may be compared to a garden, which, when cultivated enty-five cents at his own house. sents a continued succession of He will be found one mile from fruits and flowers, to regale the soul Dayton, on the Cincinnati road,

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Jefferson street. Also.-The said and delight the eye; but when neglected, producing a crop of the Slider will pay the highest market most noxious weeds, large and flou-price for linen and cotton Rags, rishing, because their growth is in delivered at his store, either in proportion to the warmth and rich- goods or cash. ness of the soil from which they spring. Then let this ground be

A steam carriage for passengers is in operation in London.

Bower of Taste.

SCRAPS FROM A PORT-FOLIO.

Bring thy best lace, and all thy rings,
Thy seals-in short, the prettiest things-
Put all thy wardrobe's glories on,
And yield in frogs and fringe to none !

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The same long masquerade of rooms
Trick'd in such different strange costumes,
(Surveying all these curious works)
You'd think Egyptians, Moors and Turks,
Some with good taste, and some with malice,
Had clubb'd to raise a 'pic-nic' palace!
MOORE.

"Life is a print shop, where the eye may trace A different outline mark'd in every face:" This couplet might have been penned at "Congress Hall," inspired by the Babeloniaa assemblage of all nations and tongues. Af ter a substantial dejune, partaking at once of Yankee profusion and French embellishment, the visiters separate-some repair to their own apartments,others to the music or biliard rooms. Thus the forenoons are passed, in SARATOGA SPRINGS. the indulgence of all those amusements which "THERE is nothing new under the sun"- the place affords. These extend not beyond ergo, a description of Saratoga Springs will a stroll to the different springs, a ride through be nothing new. Still, a sketch may afford a tangible cloud of dust, or a lounge at the amusement to some of our rural friends, who library. Perhaps your attention may be calldo not often see those fashionable journals, ed forth to witness the four-in-hand' emowhose business it is to shadow forth the image tion of Phaeton's exploit, by some dashing of the times. Perhaps, to the village belle, gallant of the South, who is ambitious at who in despite of the homilies of the parson, least of setting the "Springs” on fire, by er still cherishes a secret longing after the de-hibiting the spirit of his greys, beneath the lights of Saratoga, a minute detail might not spheral curvature of his whip-lash, flourish be uninteresting; but to our readers "ened with all the grace of a Rhodian cherimasse," such an attempt would be as" flat, stale and unprofitable" as letters from Europe, by a modern traveller. We shall, therefore, get over the ground as fast as possible.

This village has grown and improved much within the three past years, not only with respect to its dwelling-houses, but also its mercantile and fanciful establishments. The latter, however, are probably of a temporary kind, and owe their birth to the fashionable gaieties of the place, with which they close. It is well known that the highly medicinal qualities of its waters are the only attractions at Saratoga, unless it may be to exchange courtesies with people from all parts of the globe, who may always be seen at this tountain of fashion.

These Springs are spoken of by foreigners to be equal, if not superior, to any in Europe, but the soil, as is usually the case, when impregnated with mineral substances, is hard and unfavourable to vegetation. The village therefore, possesses little or no rural beauty. Still, the proprietors of those fine establishments," Congress Hall," and "The United States," have succeeded in cultivating the grounds adjacent to these buildings, in a style creditable to their taste and industry.

As we approach these gay temples of pleas ure, the simple elegance of Congress Hall, with its extensive piazza supported by a range of white pillars fancifully twined with woodbines and roses, strikes us with admiration, which is not lessened by observing forms,

oteer.

About half an hour before dinner, the drawing-room exhibits the strength and betaty of the house, passing to and fro, in proud review, like a well organised troop, conscious of being surveyed by critical inspect ors. Here,

"Black spirits and white,

Blue spirits and grey,
Mingle, mingle,

Mingle as they may."

It may be fancy, (said a satirical friend at our side),but to me, people in general at these places, always seem endeavoring to support an artificial character, in preference to that which nature has given them. Observe, sot ladies affect a sort of Queen-Elizabeth primness, so entirely foreign from their sweet so cial manners at home, that even their intimates would hardly know them. The gra tlemen, too, appear acting in masquerade. to 'get up' a sensation of some sort or otherto suggest the inquiry of "Who are they!" seems to be a point of no small consideration To be something' abroad, though nothing at home, is by many a" consummation se devoutly to be wished," that to effect this we often hear the pompous self annunciation al those, who really believe their names at known a hundred miles from their birth place. Also, reiterated orders-ringing from the bal to the attic, such as these Rooms for t Consul of ——, Lady, and suite!”— saat Consul' perhaps a fractured merchant, exerping from the "liberty of the yard” to a cur

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sulship, to avoid paying his honest debts.)

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our

For ourselves, we like this more than any

we except the "Spy." He discovers a versatility of genius, high classical attainments, and a thorough knowledge of the political economy of our country. His assuming a fictitious character, is not objectionable, so long as it is well supported. It gives the author a wider field for the display of argument, and the indulgence of satire at the expense of Yankee Notions, which would not be cha

Next comes Peter Pedigree, Esquire-his of the previous productions of Mr. Cooper, if owlish eyes fixed in vacancy-with party," ""our family," and "our carriage," wedged into every conversational pause, unconsciously convincing the world that his family honours lie not in his thick scull. Next comes a snug apothecary, who, after having pounded himself into the notoriety of dollars and cents, has ever since sported his silly daughter and his own carriage, at all these matrimonial fairs, with the hope of compoun-racteristic in a professed American. ding his last drug, with whoever is willing to take it! Yonder comes a hypochondriac exquisite, ready to "expire at a rose in aromatic pain." Dandyism, shandyism, plebeianism, and even blue-stockingism, is more tolerable, cried our cynical companion, than blue-devilism--personated by a pale dyspeptic biped-made up of all the miseries that ever escaped from Pandora's box!

"Sir, do you find your health improved ?" questioned our friend.

"No! no hopes of convalescence herevillainous climate-execrable roads-barbarous dinners"

"Do you drink the waters, Sir ?" "Yes-drank seventeen tumblers before breakfast as a tonic-proved an emetic-no faith in the Springs-had as lieves drink from a duck pond."

MR. COOPER.

JOHN BULL evinces more liberality towards the writings of this gentleman, recently, than has been his wont on some former occasions. The "LONDON GLOBE" speaks thus of his

last work.

"NOTIONS OF THE AMERICANS. It was

to be expected that this work, by Mr. Cooper, the American novelist, would give rise to much controversy, and accordingly a very furious attack has been made upon it in a tory journal, even before the book was published. Nevertheless, making due allowance for the author's natural partiality for America, there will be found in the work a great mass of curious and important information respecting that interesting country, which will be quite new to the English reader."

It is by no means surprising that the literature of the "new world" should create an interest across the Atlantic. It is a fact that many American productions, which are scarcely read in the vicinity of their birth place, are received and perused with avidity by the English, who are anxious to learn every thing relative to us as a people. As yet their praises have been dealt to us with.a sparing hand. Still, however, when obliged to acknowledge our literary merits, or national worth, they console themselves by remembering that we are "scions of the British Oak!"

JOHN NEAL:

THIS watchful Cerberus of American literature-this insatiate gourmand of letters-has swallowed the Literary Gazette for breakfast, pounced upon the Bachelors' Journal for a lunch, and we have no doubt, intends to dine upon half the journals of our city! Heaven defend us! Perhaps we, and twenty more like us, if they may be found, are destined to be served up for his petit-souper.

TREMONT THEATRE.

On Tuesday evening, we witnessed Mr. Booth's enaction of Sir Giles Overreach, in "A New Way to Pay Old Debts."

Having never before seen this play, we cannot judge of his performance by comparison; yet it would seem impossible to render a more perfect representation of the hardhearted, grovelling plebeian, exulting over fallen greatness, or the artful knave, foiled by superior cunning. We would also mention the admirable performance of Mr. Archer, in Wellborn: his clear enunciation, expressive face, and graceful figure, qualify him for the highest walks of melo-dramatic acting. As not fully gratified the expectations of the pubyet he has attempted no character which has lic. Mr. Cowell was excellent as Marall. Mr. Jones rather caricatured the greedy justice than otherwise. All such parts are generally over-acted, and licenses are often taken with the author, by introducing or magnifying indelicacies, which are neither creditable to the actor, or an improvement to the play. The part of Mrs. Cowell was a judicious cast. She is a delicate lady-like actress, and sustains such characters with grace.

TO CORRESPONDENTS. Celeste in our next.

Helen came too late. What has become of
Ros? and Redivivus? and our Salem friend,
L-? We suspect he is gone to visit his
"Aunt Tabitha." We hope to learn the re-
ways welcome to a seat in our Bower.
sult. Amanda and her young friend are al-

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Hers, is "the grief that passeth shew."

I saw a pale young mother bending o'er
Her first born hope: its beaming eyes were clos'd,
Not in the balmy dream of downy rest-

In Death's embrace the shrouded babe repos'd:
It slept the dreamless sleep that wakes no more!
A low sigh struggled in her heaving breast.—
But yet she wept not: hers, was the deep grief
The heart in its dark desolation feels;
Which breathes not in impassion'd accents wild,
But slowly the warm pulse of life congeals;
A grief, that from the world seeks no relief,
A mother's sorrow for her first born child!
She gaz'd upon it with a steadfast eye,
That seem'd to say, "Oh, would I were with thee!
As if her every earthly hope was fled,
With that fair sleeping cherub! Even he,

Her young heart's choice, who breath'd a father's sigh
Of bitter anguish, o'er the unconscious dead,
Felt not, while weeping by its funeral bier,
One pang so deep as hers, who shed no tear!

AUGUSTA

TO CLEONE.

Cleone-the pale September sky

Has borne its lovely crescent moon, And light wing'd clouds are going by To greet the modest evening boon; There is no bloom upon the west, And all the mist is bright again; The weary day is taking rest

In the far chambers of the main.

Cleone! I've been on many lands,

Since last I parted with thee here,
Ah, often have these weary hands
Been raised to wipe the trembling tear;
You went from out my bosom's strife,
As a sweet angel from the storm,

And deeming evil of all life,

I offer'd unto death my form.

Oh, love-one night upon the sea,

Where melancholy waters stretch
From sky to sky-I thought of thee,
As thoughtless of a wandering wretch;
And then the cold green ocean rose
As with a kind inviting way,
And reckless as the wave that flows,
I stole to die among the spray.

That night is painful to me yet—

Exceeding painful-the pure moon
Had thrown her brilliant robe to wet
On all the sea-and bright as noon
Went down the influence of her smile,

The dolphin came to greet me there,
And rumbling sounds from isle to isle,
Pass'd by in deep down veins of air.

And pure

and clear as thy dark eye
Was my far vision through the sea,
Where scuttled wrecks and dead men lie,
And all unlovely fragments be;

The long green sea weed waved on high
As streamer to some sailing land,
While the proud current struggled by
To foam upon the distant strand.

And then I could but faintly think

The wave of death flow'd high my brain-
Straining was life's last brittle link,

And a dark cloud went o'er the main

I could not die-without a pang,

For Cleone lighted memory's cup,

And loud my echoed moanings rang

Till friends could find and take me up.

Then I was glad: I liv'd on thee—

I helm'd my courser of the waves,

Like a swift wind across the sea,

And plung'd among the deep down caves,
And climb'd upon the mounting brine
And shunn'd no danger-to atone

Before thee for this deed of mine,

And crave thy pardon, dear Cleone.

PARAPHRASE OF PSALM XXVII.

Oh, whom shall I fear? since the LORD is my light;
His wisdom shall guide me, his pow'r shall defend:
Tho' a host should beset me, how weak is their might!
If o'er me the eye of his mindfulness bend.

I will seek all my days in his temple to dwell,

To gaze on his beauty and learn from his word;
In the time of my trouble with me 'twill be well-
His temple shall perfect protection afford.

O'er my enemies, now, if in triumph I rise,
The praise in thy courts shall be given to Thee;
If my spirit the rage of their malice defies,

"Tis the power of thy spirit has render'd me free.

J. O. R.