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A clergyman preaching some time ago, in the neighbourhood of Wapping, (Eng.) observing that most of his audience were in the seafaring way, very properly embellished his discourse with several nautical tropes and figures. Amongst other things, he advised them to be ever" on the watch, so that on whatever tack the devil should bear down upon them, he might be crippled in the action." "Aye, aye, master Parsen," cried a jolly son of Neptune, "but let me tell you, that will depend on your having the wea ther guage of him."

a degree of swiftness that shall !! far outvie the sun-that shall exceed even thought itself, will leave these shores, where pain and sickness, inveterate foes of earthtermed happiness dwell; those distant, dreary lands, interspersed with vallies, dark as dooms-day, where nought is left but an humble hope, to lighten and to cheer; yet this, at times, so small, that it can only be dimly discovered here and there, bursting as it were from behind thick clouds of woe; and shall wield their course filled with joys such as exiles feel when returning, assured of an universal welcome to their long since banished home. Here no fiends torment, no pain, no sickness, no sorrows, no contentions here; but where rivers of plea-heard a voice cry, Rogue, Scot, sure eternally spring forth, fast by the throne of him whose reconciled countenance beams perpetual smiles, and with their varied branches, golden streams water the plains, clothed in all the beauties of the blooming spring below; here peace and harmony abound-here we shall meet myriads of countenances, glowing with celestial beauties; and with voices loud, though soft and sweet, will hail us welcome to their blest abode: here we shall rest, freed from strife, and enjoy one uninterrupted sunshine of eternal bliss.

FESTIS.

An honest highlander, walking along the street one day,

Rogue, Scot, his northern blood fired at the insult, drew his broad sword, looking round him on every side, to discover the object of his indignation. At last he found that it came from a parrot, perching in a balcony within his reach, but the generous Scot, disdaining to stain his trusty blade with ignoble blood, put up his sword a gain with a sour smile, saying, "Gin ye were a man as ye're a green goose, I would split your

weem."

A man that knows how to speak knows also when to be silent.

Raleigh, North Carolina, Nov. 22.

A fatal accident happened at the house of Major Jacob Forney, in Burke county, on Sunday the 11th inst. His eldest daughter, aged about six years, in running to a turnip patch a small distance from the house, attended by two negro children, smaller than herself, fell upon an open penknife that she had in her hand, which entered about an inch to the

right of her left breast a little below it. Her little attendants gave an immediate alarm-her distressed parents, with others from the house, hastened to the place, and found her lying pale and speechless. She breathed her

last in less than fifteen minutes. Thus was society in an instant bereaved of a promising little member, who just before, in the bloom of health, presented a prospect of many years of comfortable existence. The disconsolate parents will long mourn their irreparable loss. Tender mothers and affectionate fathers will breathe a

sympathetic sigh for the pugency of their grief-and perhaps the caution, it will inspire may prevent a similar catastrophe from happening in some other family.

MARRIED,

On Tuesday evening last, by the rev. Mr. Williston, Mr. Philander Burkloe, to Miss Eliza Small, both of this city.

On Sunday evening last, by the rev. Mr. Broadhead, Mr Leonard Warner, to Miss Margaret Hoghland, both of this city.

At Newburgh on the 28th of Nov. by the rev. Dr. Johnson, Mr. Wm. H. Falls, of this city to Miss Eliza Harrison, of the former place.

On Saturday evening last, by the rev. Mr. Parkinson, the Right Hon. Robert Savage, Esq. late from England, to Miss Charity Haviland, of Flushing, L. I.

On Tuesday evening last, by the rev. Dr. Moore, Hyder Somerindyck, of the house of Bulkley & Somerindyck to Miss Rebecca M. Hardenbrook, daughter of John A. Hardenbrook, all of this city.

On Monday evening last, by the rev. Mr. Lyell, Mr. Hendrick Booraem, of the house of Wiggins and Booraem, to Miss Hannah R. Morrell.

DIED,

On Sunday evening last, Captain James Hazard aged 42 years, 10 months 13 days.

On Tuesday morning, Mr. Isaac M. Gomez, of a lingering illnessaged 44 years.

At Newark, on Saturdy last, Col. Samuel Ogden, aged 62.

On Saturday last, very suddenly, Mrs. Phoebe Pearsall, relict of the late Thomas Pearsall esq. of this city, having nearly completed her 14th

year.

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Over the bowing foliage, past;"

But Fancy answers, reason el iding, "There's music in the whistling blast."

In vain, from yonder cliff depending, Fear's shrinking eye the blossom meets,

But Fancy, steepest hills ascending,

Can, if not gather, taste its sweets; And when the faded form of pleasure Fond memory can no more retain, Fancy, the lyre, in plaintive measure, Can win it from the shades again.

SONG.

BAY OF BISCAY O!

LOU

OUD roar'd the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge show'rs,

The clouds were rent asunder

By lightning's vivid powers,
The night both drear and dark,
Our poor devoted bark,

Till next day,
There she lay,
In the bay of Biscay O!

Now dash'd upon the billow,

Our op'ning timbers creak, Each fears a watery pillow,

Now step the dreadful leak! To cling to slippery shrouds, Each breathless seaman crowds, As she lay.

Till the day,

In the bay of Biscay O!

At length the wish'd for morrow

Broke through the hazy sky,

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THE

HEIRESS OF DEVON.

(CONTINUED.)

THE night waned apace; he

hastily undressed and flung himself into bed; he slept, but his slumbers were disturbed by an inconsistent fancy, he wandered through wilds haunted by spectres; fit emblems of woe which tortures man, he now beheld Elfrida in his view, he strained her to his panting breast, anon she was torn from him and encircled in Edgar's arms. He started from his pillow, and cold dew broke upon his cheek-Visions of night cried he, how you torture me; Edgar, by my hopes of felicity, I cannot relinquish Elfrida to you. A heaviness again stole upon him, from which he was shortly roused by the sound of a horn; he beheld the sun beaming into the apartment with an inviting radiance, and dressing precipitately descended to the hall, where the

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family prepared for the chace were taking refreshments. The Earl chose Ethelwald Elfrida's knight for the day; he assisted her to mount; the proud steed neighed, and pawed the ground, and appeared as from instinct to know the treasure he carried. Her long, tresses escaping from the artless. enclosure of a ribbon, waved with a soft motion of the breeze; her heightened colour gave greater lustre to her eyes. She was more an angel-the Baron more undone.

The stg soon yielded its transient life; the heat now becoming oppressive, the steeds were forsaken, and they entered a boat which conveyed them to a small island in the midst of a large lake. A sudden wirl in the water frightened (or at least had the appearance of doing so) Elfrida; she caught the Baron-what throbbing emotions rushed upon his heart from the faint pressure of her hand. His dark eyes beaming on her, seemed to swear eter

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