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SONG FOR THE FOURTH JULY.
Strike, strike the chord! raise,raise the
strain !
Let joy re-echo round each plain,
Your iKinncrs be unfurl'd ;
Hail, hail the day, when deathless fame
Gave to Columbia rank and name,
And the astonished world.
The muses snatch their harps sublime
To publish Jove’s decree,
Columbia to the end ot time
Shall flourish great and free !
nail, hail the day, when hand in hand,
Patriots and heroes —glorious band !
Breath’d forth a solemn vow,
Freedom to purchase or to die,
While Jove’s own bird, with flaming
eye,
Perch’d on their chieftain’s brow.
Bellona’s martial clarions sound
To publish Jove’s decree ;
Columbia shall to day be crown’d
A nation great and free !
Hark, hark! the woodlands catch the
strain,
•Pan and his Sylvans beat the plain
In wild fantastic round ;
While from the rustic grots and bow
ers, i
The virgin train fling od’rous flowers,
And cheerful rebecks sound.
Chaste IJian’s Nymphs with tuneful
horn,
Re-echo Jove’s decree ;
A nation has this day been born—
Columbia great and free.
On our primeval martyr’s grave,
Let Freedom’s banners proudly wave,
Immortal be their name:
Sound, sound the charge! let cannon
roar,
From hill to hill, from shore to shore,
To celebrate their fame.
Old Neptune bids his Tritons sound
Jove’s mandate o’er the sea :
Columbia must e’en here be crown’d,
Victorious, Great, and Free.
WOMAN.
■ .... - ... thou shalt stand
A deity, street woman , and be worship
ped.”
Gone from her cheek is the summer ,
bloom, (
And her breath hath lost all its faint ,
perfume, .
And the gloss hath dropt from her gol
den hair,
And her forehead is pale, though no 1
longer fair;
And the spirit that sate on her soft blue .
eye ,
Is struck with cold mortality.
And the smile that play'd on her lip
hath fled,
And every grace hath now left the
dead.
Like slaves they obey’d her in height
of power,
But left her all in the- wintry hour:
And the crowds that swore for her love
to die,
•Shrank from the tone of her last sad
sigli—
And this is.man’s fidelity.
; Tis woman alone with a firmer heart,
Can see all these idols of life depart,
And love the more; and soothe and
bless
Man in his utter wretchedness.
ms e'jß&'i-arx*
In adverting to the contents of
the last number of the American
Journal of Science, we have not
before noticed a very interesting!
article by Professor Silliman, on
the Deflagrator of our fellow citizen
Professor Hare. This instrument,
as splendid in its operations as it
is likely to be useful as an instru
ment of analysis, has, in the hands
of the former gentleman, led to one
of the most brilliant results of mo
dern chemistry—He has not only
fused the Anthracit and Plumbago,
but it is not too much to say that
he has actually converted them
into Diamonds. The following
extracts from his paper will prove
ihe correctness oi our assertion
“ On the end of the prepared
charcoal and occupying frequently
an area of a quarter of an inch or
more in diameter, were found
numerons globules of perfectly
melted matter entirely spherical
in their form, haveing a high
vitreous lustre and a great degree
of beauty. Some of them, and,
generally they were those most
remote from the focus, were of a
jet black like the most perfect obsi.
! jdian; others were brown, yellow
and topaz coloured , others still
were greyish white, like pearl
stones, with the translucence and
lustre of porcelain ; and others still
limpid like flint glass, or in some
cases like hyalite or precious opal,
but without the iridescence of the
latter.”
“ I detached some of the globules
and firmly bedding them in a han
dle of wood, tried their hardness
and firmness; they bore strong
pressure without breaking, and ea
isly scratched not onlv flint glass
but window glass and even the
! hard green variety which forms the
aqua for tis bottles. The globules
which had acquired this extraor
dinary hardness, were formed
from plumbago which was so soft
that it was perfectly free from
resistance when crushed between
the thumb and finger.”
Speaking of the globules obtain
ed in another experiment he ob
serves, that w some were perfectly
limpid, and could not be distin
guished by the eye from portions of
diamond.”
The experiments detailed re
move every supicion which might
be entertained that these globules
were the earthy matter contained
in the plumbago which was vitrified
py the intense heat.—They were
exposed in a jar of oxygen gas to
the focus of a powerful lens, and
although they neither melted, nor
altered their forms, a decided
precipitate was ibrnied upon the
introduction of lime water into the
vessel.
“ The globules of melted plum
bago .are absolute non-conductors
of electricity, as strictly so as the
diamond.”
He adds with characteristic mo
desty— u It will now probably not
be deemed extravagant, if we con
clude that our melted carbonace
ous substances approximate very
nearly to the condition of Dia
mond.” •
We have much reason to be
proud of this discovery. It is,
unqestionably, one of the most
interesting of the present day. It
fills a chasm in the science of
chemistry, which has hitherto been
a reproach to cur powers of analy
sis, and by confirming, as it does,
the reasonings of Lavoisier,it is cal
culated to strengthen our confi
dence in that inductive philosophy
which has alredv achieved so many
triumphs. It is, moreover, an
American discovery—by an Amer
ican chemist, and with an instru
ment exclusively of American in
vention. It is next to the discove
ries of Franklin in Electricity, the
most splendid contribution we have
hitherto made to science, and will
secure to the accomplished profes
sor a higfe rank in the annals of
chemistry. National Gaz.
From the Trenton Emporium.
THE TEA TABLE.
What a fund of matter for con
templation the modern tea table af
fords.—Who can sit down and cast
his eye over its contents, even amid
the rattling of knives and lorks, the
chiming of china, savory vapour of
the fry and of the stew, the enticing,
tempting appearance of the sugared
pound cake, and jelly preserve : the
everlasting clitter clatter of the com
pany, and the running, dodging and
whispering of the servants, without
calling to mind the thousand reflec
tions which the scene is so well cal
culated to awaken, and feeling his
admiration excited, as he enume
rates the vast variety of claims that
have been ransacked, the amount of
the pains that have been taken, and
the diversity that has been bestow
ed to bring these nicities together
for our use.
I spent an evening at a friend’s
some time since, and, as there hap
pened to be a considerable number
of very sensible, and withal, very
talkative ladies present, I had little
to do, besides now and then defend
the dignity of my old fashioned wig
and silver shoe buckles, from the
attack of some satirical miss, but
to ponder these matters over. Ma
ny thousands of miles, over the far
and stormy sea, had been traversed
through every vicissitude of chang
ing climes and seasons, by the har
dy mariner to bring from the migh
ty bosom of the Pacific, the sperma
ceti of which the two candles, which
lighted either end of the table, were
made, and the life of some kingly
tenant of those boundless seas, had
been taken, that we might be fur
nished with this beautiful and fash
ionable light; the body of the mo
narch of the world of fishes, was
burning to illume our festival.
| While yet the roaring of the ocean,
the proud tossing of the noble ship,
and the struggles of the conquered
whale were in my head ; a dish ol
tea came round, and I held in my
hand a specimen of the soil and the
workmanship of a land and people
on the other side of the globe ; an
. elegant cup and saucer of china
from Canton—the manufacture of
artists, whose history, and whose
laws, and religion and language we
knew nothing of, the possessors of
another world, distinct and separate
from ours ; and my lips tasted the
delicious beverage furnished by the
weed of that unknown, yet often vi
sited clime. Sweetened by sugar
from the West Indies, to cultivate
which and prepare it for our use,
had cost manv a day of toil to the
poor slave, dragged from beyond
the equator, from his own date tree
and hut, amid the wastes of Africa,
to spend his life in thankless servi
tude, that this luxury might pamper
our taste.
I was helped to oysters from the
shore of the Atlantic, and eat them
out of a plate of Liverpool ware,
brought oyer from Old England,
with a knife and fork of Milan steel
from Italy, having ivory handles
which once served a Greenland
Whale for teeth ; with these recol
lections came a world of ideas,
amid which I forgot that the oysters
wanted a little seasoning; but at
the moment my next neighbor han
ded me a New England cut glass
caster, filled with pepper from Sum
matra in the East Indies; and I
helped myself to salt brought from
Kentucky via New-Orleans to the
table.
While regaling myself upon my
far fetched fare, I observed one at
mv left hand drinking his coffee
from Java; mincing at a herring
from the coast of Scotland, and now
and then nibbling at a piece of Go
shen cheese ; and on my right, the
good man of the house, ayankee in
taste, if not by birth, was helping
himself to a cup of Rhude Island
chocolate, and a favourite dish of
his own consisting of codfish from
the shores of Newfoundland, mixed
with fine Irish potatoes from the
land of St. Patrick, which he had
received via New-York.
In ttuth, with the exception of
bread and butter, and a slice of beef
steak,very little of American growth
was consumed that night, for even
the desert that followed an hour or
two after tea, consisted of wine from
Madeira, old French brandy from
Bordeaux, nuts from Jamaica, and
oranges from Havana; after which
the gentlemen were helped to a Spa
nish segar each. Thus the products
of the four quarters of the globe,
and almost every country within
those four quarters, were called in
to make up what is now-a-days call
ed a social dish of tea.’ Besides the
spoil of the inhabitants of the sea,
from Greenland to the Sandwich
Islands, and from Shrewsbury bay
to the Hebrides: and at last, I sup
pose it was not a more plenteous
tea table than would be spread by
almost any farmer or citizen, on
any occasion that called for a little
parade, where is the boasting of
Lucullus now? I’ll bet six-pence
many a journeyman mechanic can
set as good a table as he could.
Such are the effects of that enter
prising spirit with which man is gift
ed ; and such has been the march of
improvement in the arts, in com
merce, in manufactures. Well, let
us enjoy them and be thankful.—
Our fathers saw not the days which
we see, whether they longed for
them or not. Oakwood.
From the Emporium.
FROM THE PORT FOLIO OF OLIVER
Oakwood Esq_.
TAKE CARE !— %Take Care,”
said a fellow of 300 pounds, as he
trod with his whole weight on my
gouty toe — 44 tale care /” I had al
most said devil take you, why did’nt
you cry before—but thinking if I
did, possibly he might tread on it
again, I got out of the way as last
as possible. It was an awkward
lesson, but let me see if I cant im
prove on it. Look here a minute
—citizens! mechanics! farmers!
are there no tender toes among you ?
there is—there is, [what, says one
do you think every body has the
gout, because Esq. Oakwood has it
—stay a moment, friend, till I ex
plain] and peradventure I may give
you a seasonable caution.
Tale care , Mr. Merchant, it’s a
tempting time—you are thinking
, about great speculations I know. —
There’s the war coming on —flour
, will (it may be) he in great demand
abroad ; do you leel like buying a
few thousand barrels for exporta
‘ tion ? Well, take care of your toes
—heavy debts and disappointments
| play the mischief. Then the spring
custom begins to come in—look to
your ledger—do you book it ?
Take ears of your toes Isa
bird in the hand is worth two in the
bush. Be accommodating, but be
honest to yourselves aud youi cre
ditors. Assignments make work
for the printers to be sure, but, my
word for it, thev would rather head
an advertisement with (fcj* “ New
Assortment,” than with “ l ake No
tice—A. B. has this dav executed
&r.”
‘Take care, Mr. Mechanic, I sup
pose times begin to be stirring with
you—and depend upon it there’s a
good deal in the manner in which
you do business. Look to every
thing yourself-—if you do this, and
work a little with your boys besides,
it will save you two journeymen’s
wages. Never disappoint a custo
mer—be as punctual to the hour as
the sun. I’ll warrant vou to thrive.
Be careful with your boys—induce
them to read a little, and bye and
bye they will read much —this will
be worth more to them than two
freedom suits.
Tale care , Mr Farmer—do you
see how green your fields begin to
look—well, there’s a fine prospect.
But are your fences tight and strong?
II they are not, take care of your
toes ! Half a dozen hungry cattle
will do mischief if they get in.
“ A Farmer’s merchandize thrives
while he sleeps’—l’ve heard so—
but I think this depends upon how
long he sleeps—like many other
shrewd maxims, it needs to be qual
ified before it is practised upon.—
Then I would sav a word to you,
which every one may be profitably
reminded of now and then. How
are your expenses regulated ? I
had an industrious friend, who sha
ved to the skin, in trade, and lived
sometimes oh bread and milk to
economize, but he failed— 14 He
held on at the spigot, and left the
bung out”—he kept a useless horse
—engaged in silly speculations, and
sometimes took a frolic. This will
not do—you must stop up every
crevice where cash leaks out unne
cessarily, or you wo’nt get your bar
rel full, though you pour into it ever
so fast.
Tale care, all of you! I’ve fifty
things to remind you of, but I have
not time to go over them all.—Mr.
Printer, take care to keep a pleasant
face on the gable end of your head
piece though your subscribers laugh
at the collector. Mr. Lawyer, when
you come across a couple of well
disposed fellows, bickering over a
dispute, try and settle it without a
jury. Mr. Doctor, dont keep an
honest industrious man off his legs
longer than you can help—keep
vour medicine as much as possible
for th* fat flounders, who may as
well be down as up for all the good
they do. And you pretty Miss,
have I caught you laughing—well,
do you take care—don’t you know
what they say about May ? There’s
manv a young fellow would give his
eyes to never mind—take
care I sav. O. O.
Green-Lane , 1823.
MATERNITY.
The following beautiful and feeling re
flections are extracted from a series
of essays published in an English
periodical work, entitled “ the Her
mit in London.”
Woman’s ijhnrms are certainly ma
ny and powerful. The expanding rose
just bursting into beauty has an irre
sistible bewitchingness; the blooming
bride led triumphantly to the hymenial
altar awakens admiration and interest,
and the blush of her cheek fills us
with delight; but the charm of mater
nity is more sublime than these.—
Heaven lias imprinted on the mother’s
face something beyond this world—
something which claims kindred with
t o .
the skies—the angelic smile, the ten
der look, the waking watchful eye
which keeps its fond vigil over the
slumbering babe.
These are objects which neither the
pencil nor the chisscl can touch, which
poetry fails to exalt, which the most
eloquent tongue in vain would eulo
gise, and on which ail description be
comes ineffective. In the heart of man
lies this lovely picture ; it lives in his
sympathies ; it reigns in his affections;
his eyes look around in vain for such
another object on the earth.
Maternity, ecstatic sound ! so twin
ed round our heart, that if must cease j
to throb ere we forget! ’Tis our first
love—'tis part of cir religion. Xaty
has set the mother upon such a pinn a
cle that our infant eyes and arms j'.,
first uplifted to it. We cling to it “j',
manhood ; we almost worship it in ~1,
age. lie who can enter an apartment
and behold the tender babe feeding o n
its mother’s beauty—nourished 3 b
the title of life which flows throu i,
her generous veins, without a p a ,? t
ing bosom and a grateful eye, **. ’
man, but a monster. He who c
approach the cradle of sleeping j !; ,
cence without thinking that “ of g Uc i
is the Kingdom of Heaven!” orvi A
the fond parent hangover its beauties
and half retain her breath, lost C
should break its slumbers, without i
veneration beyond all common feelij
is to be avoided iti every intercom.’
in life, and is fit only for the shadow
of darkness and the solitude of t) le
desert —though a lone being, far b<
such feelings from
o
‘The Hermit in London.
IDLENESS.
Idleness is the hot bed of tenr,.
tation, the cradle of disease, and the
canker worm of felicity. In ;i
short time to the man who has r.o
employment, life will have no no
velty, and when novelty is laid in
the grave, the funeral of comfort
will enter the church-yard. From
that moment it is the shade, and
not the man who creeps along the
path of mortality. On the con
trary, what solid satisfaction does
the man of diligence possescss ?
What health on his countenance!
What strength in his limbs ! What
vigor in his understanding! With
what zeal dots he relish the re
freshments of the day ! With what
pleasure does he seek the bed of
repose at night ! It is not the acci
dental hardness of a pillow that
can make him unhappy and rob
him of sleep. He earns his main
tenance, and he enjoys it. He
has faithfully laboured in the day,
and the slumbers of the night arc
a sweet retribution to him. To the
diligent man every day is a little
life, and every night as a little Hea
ven. The toil has been honest ami
the reward is sure.
POWER OF IMAGINATION.
In the year 178 J, Elijah Barne3, of
Bucks county, in Pennsylvania, assist
ed by his people, working in harvest,
killed a rattle snake; and soon aftei
having occasion to go home, took up
by mistake, his son’s jacket and put it
on ; the son was a stripling, and both
their jackets made out of the same
cloth. The old man being warm, did
not button the jacket until he got to
the house, when he found it much too
little for him; he instantly conceived
the idea that he had been impercepti
bly bitten by the rattle snake, arid
swelled from the effects of the poison.
He grew suddenly very ill, and* was
put to bed. The people about him
were very much alarmed, and sent for
two or three physicians, one of whom
poured down his throat a pint of melt
ed lard, another gave him a dose of
wild plantain, and the third made him
drink hoar-hound tea made very
strong. Notwithstanding all he grew
worse, and was, to appearance on the
verge ol dissolution, when his son came
Home with the old gentleman’s jacket
hanging -like a bag about him. The
whole mystery was at once unravelled,
and poor Elijah Barnes, notwithstand
ing his drenches of hogs fat, plantain,
and hoar-honnd, was well in an in
stant.
THE GUNPOWDER PLOT,
It is said, is commemorated by
the crier of London, who on the
night before the anniversary, mar
ches through the streets, repeating
the following sublimely awful, stu
pendous and overwhelming coup
let :
“ This is the night, I speak it with
great sorrow,
When we were all to be blown up to
morrow
A flint. —Cowper, of Durham,
who was very econonmical of his
wine, descanting one day on the
extraordinary performance of a
man who was blind, he remarked,
that the poor fellow could see no
more than “that bottle.” 44 I do
not wonder at it sir,” replied Mr.
Drake,” for wc have seen no more
than that bottle, all the afternoon.”
A person being seated at table
bet ween two Tailors, and wishing to
cast a slur upon one of them said,
how prettily am I fixed between two
tailors ? To which a gentleman
opposite observed, that they ought
not to be ridiculed—for being new
beginners, and very young in busi
ness, they could not afford to keep
more than one goose between them-