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chains, imagine all the while, like other lunatics, that they are sovereigns, judges, and statesmen!

The ensuing sarcasms, the sportive sallies of a man of genius, whose talents resemble those of the younger Colman will please the few, and will be understood by the cavaliers, the only party we are anxious to please. ficiently unintelligible to the great vulgar and the small, neither the power, nor the inclination to illuminate.

But they will be sufwhose minds we have

Let the writer be unequivocally understood to make a decided exception in favour of the writers of Salmagundi in Newyork, and the Monthly Anthology in Boston. EDITOR.

Nothing has a finer effect, or shows good breeding and discernment in a more forcible manner, than when you have a stranger at table, to address your wife with, My dear, did you ever see such a likeness as that gentleman is to my cousin Simkins? If the stranger should be a young lady of amiable manners and delicate ideas, let your helpmate open the battery of comparisons; first by staring her out of countenance, and then exclaiming before the whole company, do you know, my dear, what I am thinking of? I never saw any person bear such a resemblance of one to the other, as that young lady does to Nancy. Towers, my unfortunate chambermaid, who was guilty of a fox paw with our journeyman, Bill Thompson.

If you be fond of music and have occasion to use your handkerchief, more especially if you indulge in snuff, trumpet your nostrils as loud as possible to the overture of Tekeli, or the march in Blue-Beard.

Instruments for cracking nuts are ridiculous; always make use of your teeth, aiding the operation, by placing your hands gracefully to your cheeks, at the same time distorting your countenance during the exertion.

If you have a party you wish to be very friendly to, heap their plates with viands, pile upon pile, similar to the tower of Babel; and cram the victuals down the people's throats, like an oath administered in a hurry at the custom-house; don't mind their elegant observations of Indeed, ma'am, I cant bear it, I shall be quite sick; or By goles, cousin Thompson, we cant stand any more; wife and I be stuffed up to our chins.

When you are drinking a glass of wine, roll your eyes about the room over the brim of the glass, like a felon brought up by habeas corpus to a judge's-chamber.

Humming a new tune, drumming with your fingers or knuckles has a very lively effect, during the dessert. If you can contrive now and then to break a decanter or wine glass the more agreeable. To loll on two chairs, while you are using your tooth pick, has a very careless and elegant appearance.

Some people very foolishly observe, that when carved for, it is but civil to take whatever is offered. No such thing! Always make a difficulty, saying you like some part better; it gives additional trouble, and, of course, shows the carver to better advantage.

To give any thing from your own plate to another, to eat of, shows great good nature, and amiableness of disposition, particularly if on the point of a fork, with which you have been picking your teeth. N. B. a fork is an excellent substitute for a tooth-pick.

Men and their wives recently married, squeezing hands, patting cheeks, ogling, and making love to each other at table, shows a frank temper, and warm and generous constitutions.

If you have favourite dogs or cats, let them be at large at dinner time, and keep them in such a state of voraciousness that they may be ready to run away with all the victuals.

Be sure to place your elbows on the table, like a church warden in a parish vestry.

If there be servants in the room, keep up a conversation with them, as-Ah, Tom, how do you do? What, you have left Mrs. Thingumbob; aye, aye, leave you alone to find out a good thing; got a snug place here I warrant you. All this serves to show you are not proud, but free and easy in your behaviour, and that you understand the art of being genteel and agreeable.

If you have acquired a fortune by trade and retired to your country seat, be sure to recollect your former familiar phrases while presiding at the table, viz. Come; fall to my lads and lasses; two hands in a dish and one in a purse-take the will for the deed; but I, hope there's enough. One man's meat is another man's poison. It is better to pay the butcher than the doctor. These sprightly sallies are exceedingly original, ingenious, brilliant and entertaining.

When you are summoned from the drawing room to the dining room, rush all together, like a mob at the pit door, to see Cooke or Kemble; there sit down promiscuously, no matter how, so that each gets opposite his favourite dish; this sometimes occasions inconvenience, but that signifies nothing, provided you gain your point.

Wiping your plate with a large piece of bread, so as to absorb the gravy is very genteel and elegant; also, to pour the gravy from the dish on your plate has a very accomplished air, as you may soon be convinced by dining with alderman Dunderhead.

Be extremely fastidious at dinner, to show the exquisiteness of your taste, now and then observing, particularly if such dishes be on the table: I cant bear roast mutton: a turkey is very well, if it be tender; but I am sorry to say, not one in twenty proves so; and that before me, I'll be bound for it, will make my words good, &c.



To thee, PROTECTIVE God I owe,

All that I have, or hope or know,
Each ray
of mind that seems to shine

Is but a clouded gleam from thine.

The lust'red heavens present thy zonë,
The peopled earth thy living throne,
The globe, which nature holds of thee,
Is bound by thy infinity.

Poor, and unbless'd, not mine the power
To shield from want one frugal hour,
Yet from thy rich regard I drew,
The bread of peace, and promise too.

How vain the pride of man appears,
How weak the vigour of his years;
But thou one vital spark hast given
To light, and lead his hope to Heaven.


Though dark and deep offences flow,
Be the repentant grief sincere,
Pure as the falling fleece of snow,
Shall the accepted soul appear.

Thine is a pitying Parent's care
God of forgiveness heed our prayer.

If pierced by many an earthly wo,
The breaking heart its peace resign,
On Heaven that breaking heart bestow,
And be its healing mercies thine.
To thee our sorrowing thoughts we raise,
God of compassion hear our praise.

From the bright Heaven's transcendent throne,
Behold the Lord of life descend,
Making the sentenced earth his own,
The blessing of his love extend.
Saviour and God, from thee we claim
The christian's never dying flame.

The mind which rests its hope on high,
Though dark as night, as winter cold,

Adoring Heaven's protective eye,

Shall to its glorious light unfold. The breath of worlds, the soul divine

Creative Deity are thine.


O thou, who ere the lapse of time
Wert glorious, with unfading prime.
ENDURING GOD! thy pity give
To me who but a moment live.

Thy strength the elements controls,
And rests the axis of the poles,
To me, in sinful suffering weak, 1
The words of pardoning mercy speak.

Thou LIGHT OF WORLDS! whose quenchless ray
Blooms in the brilliant blush of day

On me, in darkest error blind,
Pervading pour the all-seeing mind.

PARENT OF LIFE! to thee we owe

The nerves that thrill, the veins that glow;

Me, who descend the oblivious grave,

May thy absolving goodness save.

All-giving Nature is thy own,
To thee her wandered race restore,

And bid her breathing world adore.

In the last hymn the author has, with a feeble attempt, imitated some portion of the sublime adoration of the American Indian, as—“ O ETERNAL! have mercy upon me, because I am passing away—O Infinite, because I am but a speck-O most MIGHTY, because I am weak-O SOURCE OF LIFE, because I draw nigh to the grave-O OMNISCIENT, because I am in darkness-O ALL BOUNTEOUS, because I am poor-O ALL-SUFFICIENT, because I am nothing.



On the present degraded state of Sweden. Inscribed to the Revd. Nicholas Collin, rector of the Swedish Church, Philadelphia.


Where has that martial spirit fled,
The genius of a proud domain?
Doth Sweden bow her helmed head,
And basely wear the conqueror's chain?
Once she had statesmen, O how bright
In Fame's unsullied scroll they shine!
She once had warriors, men of might,
And monarchs of the imperial line.

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