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Genius, from thy starry sphere,
His melancholy moan.
Of sleepless nights, of anguish ridden days,
To curse his being and his thirst for praise. Thou gav'st to him with trebled force to feel
The sting of keen neglect, the rich man's scorn, And what o'er all does in his soul preside Predominant, and tempers him to steel
His high indignant pride.
That Genius visits not your lowly shed :
Distract his hapless head.
Or by his lonely lamp he sits,
His mournful vigils keeps.
For what does thus he waste life's fleeting breath ? 'Tis for Neglect and Penury he doth toil;
'Tis for untimely Death.
Despair depicted in his eyes.
He sees the grave wide yawning for its prey,
And cheer the expiring ray.
Will I thy pangs proclaim :
And far resounding Fame.
Though unto thee the monarch looks with awe, .
Yet ah ! unseen behind thee fly
A melancholy train.
And leaves thee all forlorn,
And fat Stupidity shakes his jolly sides,
With bee-eyed Wisdom, Genius derides,
A GENTLEMAN of this city lately kept the following meteorological journal of his wife's temper:
Monday. Rather cloudy; in the afternoon rainy.
Wednesday. Changeable, gloomy, squally, inclined to rain ; variable all night.
Thursday. High wind, and some peals of thunder.
Friday. Fair in the morning ; variable till the afternoon; cloudy all night.
Saturday. A gentle breeze, hazy, a thick fog, and a few flashes of lightning.
A DEALER in peltry, or as it is termed, we believe in some parts of England, a fell-monger, lately published an advertisement in the line of his business, with the following N. B. Gentlemen waited on at their houses for their own skins.
In Tobin's celebrated farce, “ A School for Authors," old Diaper, a citizen, abandons his business, removes to the west end of the town, and devotes himself to the Muses, or as it is wittily expressed by Mr. Tobin, sits in his closet, expecting inspiration, like an old rusty conductor waiting for a flash of lightning.
WRITTEN in the shady groves of a gentleman eminently skilled in music:
So sweet thy song, so thick thy shade,
The pleas'd spectator sees,
Of Orpheus and his trees.
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MORTUARY. Died, at the advanced age of eighty-seven years, BENJAMIN Chew, Esq. Mr. Chew was born in Maryland, and was the son of Samuel Chew, Esq. who held a high judicial office before the revolution. Intended for the bar, Mr. Chew finished his professional education in London, and after his return to his native country entered on the practice of the law, first in what is now the state of Delaware, and afterwards in Pennsylvania, where his talents and industry soon raised him to great eminence. He was successively appointed attorney-general, recorder of the city of Philadelphia, member of the proprietary council, register of wills, &c. and chief justice; which last office he held until the dissolution of the proprietary government.
Both at the bar, and on the bench, he was distinguished, by the accuracy and extent of his forensic knowledge, quickness of perception, strength and closeness of argument, and soundness of judgment.
After the establishment of the present form of government, he remained in private life, except that at the instance of many respectable citizens he accepted a seat in the first common council of the city, until the year 1790, when on the institution of the high court of errors and appeals, he was appointed president of it, and continued in that important and useful tribunal, till our legislature, in the year 1806, on a new distribution of judicial power thought proper to abolish it. Mr. Chew took a part in its functions till the year 1804. The last three or four years of his life were clouded by lingering and frequently severe disease, which he bore with firmness until he expired on Saturday night, the 20th instant, beloved, resigned, and most truly regretted.
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