"the next day he called upon me in his new curricle you know," when the truth is, you know not whether he went to 'France' or to Guinea, or whether his friend called in a We are pleased to find that Ariel has “replumed his ruffled wing," and has renewed to us his “angel visits" which we hope for the future will neither be "few nor far between." He appeared on Wednesday morn-curricle' or a wheel barrow. And yet they ing at the window of our ark, with the Olive branch of peace, and so we put forth our hand and took him in. SCRAPS FROM A PORT FOLIO. "I hate steam boat excursions," said a young travelling companion of ours, " especially at the fashionable season: to be imprisoned day and night with a heterogeneous collection of human curiosities, some natural and some artificial, is insupportable; if the weather is fine, you certainly derive a salutary relief in looking forth upon the scenerybut in case of rain-ye powers defend us! after being weary of looking into each other's faces, criticising the dresses of your fellowtravellers, &c. with an occasional look forth at the weather we have recourse to-what? reading? no-rather passing over the page mechanically two or three times, and finally referring to the title page to learn the subject of your study. Would you write? there I defy you; one might as well compose a trea#tise on language amid the jargon of Babel, as indite a line in the cabin of a steam boat. As a last resourse, you endeavor to sleep; this also is impossible, after nearly all have packed themselves up in their respective nitches, like so many mummies in an Egyptian pyramid, two or three sentimental Misses will lounge on the settee till past midnight, curling their hair and talking over their con=quests, occasionally seasoning their discourse with some interesting anecdotes respecting their most 'particular friends,' and many oth■er tea-table reminiscenses equally entertaining.* * Although we admit there is some truth in the above sketch of a steam boat cabin in a storm, yet we strongly patro-nize this mode of travelling as the most delightful of any that has ever yet been invented. The southerners talk of their mighty great, and mighty little concerns, their 'big houses' and their elegant roast beef.' In the western states, they have wonderful fine views, wonderful bad weather; also, a lady's dress that is soiled or wrinkled, or a child's hair when uncombed is all in a muss. In conversing with an entire stranger you are supposed to know' all that has ever happened to him since he was born, even his thoughts; for instance: "I was very young you know,' when I went to France," "As soon as I received his note I answered it you know," 4 presume to laugh at us honest souls on this side of Hurl Gate,' for our 'pretty considerables,' our guesses,' and 'admiring' to see our friends. In short, every state in the union has some peculiarities, either in the customs, which it may be distinguished from its neighmanners, or language of its inhabitants, by bors. Yet these same peculiarities or notions, although they sometimes afford scope for a little harmless railery, are nevertheless pleasant than otherwise, as serving to mark the character of the people. TREMONT THEATRE. The most brilliant and numerous audience that was ever collected at this theatre, honored the benefit of Mr. Wallack on Monday evening last. His performance of Walter, in the Children in the Wood, and Dashall in My Aunt, gave universal satisfaction; since which the joint performances of Mr. Wallack and Mr. Cooper in the several plays of Othello, Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, and Rule a wife and have a wife, have through the week excited a strong interest among the play going part of the community. This evening the managers will present the lovers of musie with their second concert ; from the specimens already given of the strength of their own orchestra and their power of making such additions as will be most effective, will, we hope ensure them a fine house. MARRIED In this city, by the Rev. Mr. Motte, Mr. Samuel Bromell to Miss Harriet Blake. By Rev. Mr. Martindale, Mr. Robert Wilamson to Miss Mary Hunt. In Harvard, by the Rev. Mr. Fisher, Mr. Jacob Gutterson of Boston, to Miss Lucy Sawyer. In New Salem, Capt. Clark Thompson to Miss Eliza Smith. DIED wife of Mr. Samuel Greele. In this city, Mrs. Louis Greele, aged 36, In Hingham, John De Pez, of France aged 40 ;-Mr. Thomas Loring, aged 73 ;--Caleb Thaxter, Esq. aged 78. THE BOWER OF TASTE, edited by MRS. KATHARINE A. WARE, is published by DUTTON and WENTWORTH, Nos. 1 and 4 Exchange-street, Boston-Who are authorised to transact all business relative to the printing and circulation of this Work. All literary communications should be, as formerly, directed to the Editor. All Lettres must be post-paid. There is a splendour in man's glowing youth Or remorse strewn her thorns o'er the couch of his rest; And his voice is high in defence of her laws- Exploring those worlds where angels are- In the busy scenes of commercial life, Which nothing but death has power to controul; In nature's soft reclining hour, He breathes in the youthful maiden's ear His hopes, and his vows, with a soul sincere His eye is as mild as the evening sky, And his voice is as soft as the zephyrs' sigh. Or his bounding foot at the airy ball, The flash of his wit, and his laugh of glee, When his thoughts are light and his bosom is free- Of feeling heaves a sigh to part! But there is a glory in man's decline, Like the lights which expire on a sacred shrine As the splendour that borders the mantle of night; When the bosom that throbbed at freedom's call, That hand which arrested the shafts of death- From the grasp of disease-from the blight of the grave ! That hovers o'er his tintless face, When his dark hair lies on his pale cold brow, There is even brightness in man's decay, And their spirits shall rise from this orb of clay WANDERINGS. BY F. S. HILL, ESQ. Oh, had my lonely spirit pinions swift, Familiar, wearied in the scenes of earth, Imagination loves to seek that land Whose scenes are bright with loveliness, and where And smiling in such purity, as once Dwelt in the bowers of Paradise. Around, Rise verdant mountains, o'er whose living green Above, celestial beauty sits enthron'd Amid bright clouds with purple brilliance ting'd, AUGUSTA. And linger in the west, and seem to shine In his own temple, at His shrine to bend. There would my soul inhale the calm delight MEMORY. BY W. LEGGETT, ESQ. When memory paints with pencil true Each tree, each flower, that flourish'd there, I seem to breathe my native air, Mid friends who're sleeping in the grave. But soon these shades of joy depart But Faith points out your radiant heaven, LIGHTS AND SHADES. The gloomiest day hath gleams of light; The gloomiest soul is not all gloom; The sadest heart is not all sadness; And sweetly o'er the darkest doom There shines some lingering beam of gladness. Despair is never quite despair; Nor life, nor death, the future closes; And round the shadowy brow of Care, Will Hope and Fancy twine their roses. VOL. I. BOSTON.....SATURDAY.....NOV. 29, 1828. No. 48. ORIGINAL SKETCHES....... NO. VII. INGRATITUDE.-(A true story.) ALTHOUGH Ellen felt gratified at the observed respecting her conduct. liberality which her lover evinced, in thus placing her where she might advantageously pursue those studies which as yet, she had only commenced and although she was pleased with the delicacy which had suggested to him the propriety of her being accompanied to her new situation by a female of respectability, still, she felt deeply mortified to learn that his family, who had now removed to their residence in the city, declined her introduction to them, until the year which was the term allotted for her tuition, should expire. In vain Jones urged them to see her, but could obtain no other favour than the offer of an old maid aunt, who had always resided in his family, to accompany Ellen to the academy and converse with her instructors relative to her future studies, and the rules which she deemed it necessary should be VOL. 1. To do Ellen justice, she sedulously improved every moment of her time, and her progress, particularly in the lighter branches, was remarked with pleasure by her instructors; these accomplishments joined to the superior graces of her person, soon obtained for her here, as in her native village, the admiration of all who beheld her. Conscious of her attractions, her love of Albert lessened not her ambition for conquest, and as she listened to the voice of flattery, she vainly imagined that all the praises she heard, and the benefits she received were but just tributes to her superior beauty, and had no doubt but any one of her admirers would under similar circumstances have been as liberal as the man to whom her faith was given. Under these impressions, her gratitude for the generosity of Albert soon diminished, and although her 95 |