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inm j 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-