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tion this cannot be affected by it, nor is it the hope of reclaiming the delinquent, for we suppose those circumstances to have been atoned for and forgotten. The only object then we can have in view is the gratification of our passions, the inconsistency of which with the proper conduct of the press, has been before illustrated, and the reconciling which with our consciences, will, I fear, be found, on trial, a task of considerable difficule ty. From these remarks, it is obvious, that in many cases the truth” ought not to be considered as a mitigation of the offence, and although the damage that may result to the injured person, from the allegations against his integrity being universally believed, shall by some be deemed a proper punishment for the offences of which he has been guilty, yet the criminality of tear
si ing from the grave circumstances that have almost sunk into oblivion, and for the sole purpose of gratifying a spirit of ani. mosity, remains the same; and however flattering may chance to be the approbation his successful attempts to destroy the hitherto unsullied character of a fellow-citizen, from such as were
а personally at enmity with the accused, there exists an internal monitor, which will not fail of reminding him that the praise of the world can never atone for the impropriety of an action, however speciously gilded over with a pretended regard for the common welfare of society, when conscious himself of its having originated it the most malignant and detestable motives.
H. Y. Baltimore, November 29.
ORIGINAL POETRY-FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
THE NECKLACE OF BONES.
YE bards of Manhattan, who aim by your lays,
From morn's glowing lustre, or eve's silver dews,
Our grandmother Eve, who was nobody's niece,
But chang'd are the fashions; a fair who can boast
When Cupid led lovers to Hymen's bless'd throne,
s Since flesh is but grass”-and was uppermost then;
To the glance of the maiden, whose sparkle is true,
Such virtues will last when'e'en riches have sped,
E. New York.
FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
The Music of Life-Anew Song, by a Military Cavalier,
The music of life is the
friend, When his generous soul expands at my board,
As my wine sparkles round, and my soul I unbend, To know that bland friendship and truth are adored.
The music of life is the voice of the maid, When her lover her ardent affection doth press;
While her cheeks all in blushes, her lips half afraid, The enrapturing “yes” she delights to confess.
The pleasure of life's the relief I can give
To see the lorn smile of his hope again live;
'Tis the music of life, when the drum rolls to arms, And the soldier's proud spirit beats loud at his heart;
Though the foe is advancing he dares the alarms, Which threat to invade the dear friends of his heart.
The music of life's the anthem's sweet peal, Which swells on the breeze of morning to heaven;
The sounds, no dull mortal can ever reveal, Tis gratitude's song-from the heart it is given.
But the music of life, and the song I like best,
Is the conscious sweet cadence-when the soul is at rest
Then let us in harmony cherish the song,
May the Handel of Heaven our music prolong, 1
i ALEXIS. ·
To a beautiful Pittsburgh Lass who has blue eyes.
And shade his colours in the impassioned line;
And with the matchless form portray the soul divine.
When late at eve we press our gloomy way,
And weary Nature wears her sable dress,
While magic Fancy makes the distance less.
If but a parting cloud is seen,
While thunders pause and lightnings rest,
Oh, how it cheers the lonesome traveller's breast!
When in the summer's balmy morn,
Aurora's mantle meets the eye,
Where Nature's richest tints in splendour vie.
But when the Imperial God nesumes his
$ car, And starts his coursers for the morning stars
His daardings beams.obscure the sigiats,
And nature's bosoma hides from view, t.
And gaze upon celestial blue.
Where: Valour's heant: is nerved with steel,
And soldiers' bosoms cease to feel.
When struggling manhood pants for breath,
Let but Columbia's banner rise,
In waving blue around the field;
See! how we conquer, how they yield.
Sweet, blue eyed maid, assay, thy art,
And let thy conquest be a heart
Allading to the blinding effect of the sun's rays when they act directly on the pupil.
FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
The measure (I believe) unique.
As soon as you sigh
His transports will die;
Young Willy was handsome and clever,