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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 difficulty. 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 tearing from the grave circumstances that have almost sunk into oblivion, and for the sole purpose of gratifying a spirit of animosity, 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 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.
Baltimore, November 29.
ORIGINAL POETRY-FOR THE PORT FOLIQ.
THE NECKLACE OF BONES.
YE bards of Manhattan, who aim by your lays,
Sing no more of your lilies, pure bloom, or blue eyes,
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,
"Since flesh is but grass"--and was uppermost then; Much more, will our belles be admir'd by the men Who, with beauty and grace, take pains to provide Such bones as Lucella's, and wear them outside.
To the glance of the maiden, whose sparkle is true,
But give me the fair, who united to these,
Such virtues will last when e'en riches have sped, When the glow of the cheek, with its roses, have fiedWill prove a support, when misfortunes await,
And aid one to bear or to run from her fate.
FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
The Music of Life-Anew Song, by a Military Cavalier.
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
'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,
But the music of life, and the song I like best,
Is the conscious sweet cadence-when the soul is at rest
And virtue and reason our passions restrain.
Then let us in harmony cherish the song,
FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
To a beautiful Pittsburgh Lass who has blue eyes.
And with the matchless form portray the soul divine.
Thou would'st live in deathless song;
Each Muse would oft the endearing theme prolong.
When late at eve we press our gloomy way,
While magic Fancy makes the distance less.
When lightning leads the pealing storm.
If but a parting cloud is seen,
While thunders pause and lightnings rest,
Oh, how it cheers the lonesome traveller's breast!
The charming blue is seen which leads to heaven,
When in the summer's balmy morn,
Aurora's mantle meets the eye,
We look delighted on her passing form,
Where Nature's richest tints in splendour vie.
But when the Imperial God resumes his car,
And nature's bosom hides from view,t
E'en in the horrid walks of war,
Where Valour's heart is nerved with steel,
When struggling manhood pants for breath,
In waving blue around the field;
Sweet blue eyed maid, assay thy art,
Pittsburgh, July 20, 1810.
Alluding 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.
If ever you smile on a lover,
His transports will die;
And Hymen offended, will teach you to cry
Young Willy was handsome and clever,