Though ne'er a madam of them all, Doth power in measured verses dwell, All thy vagaries wild to tell? Ah, no! the start, the jet, the bound, These mock the deftest rhymester's skill, The frailest tumbler, stage bedight, To thee is but a clumsy wight, For these, beneath some urchin's hand, As, timing well the equal sound, And all their harmless claws disclose, Like prickles of an early rose; While softly from thy whiskered cheek, Thy half-closed eyes peer mild and meek. But not alone by cottage fire Do rustics rude thy feats admire ; The learned sage, whose thoughts explore Upon the hearth for thee lets fall That joins him still to living kind. Whence hast thou, then, thou witless puss, Is it, that in thy glaring eye, Or, is it, that in thee we trace, With all thy varied wanton grace, An emblem view'd with kindred eye, Of tricksy, restless infancy? Ah! many a lightly sportive child, Soft be the change which thou shalt prove; A comely, careful, mousing cat, Nor, when thy span of life is past, The place where poor old pussy lies. A MODERN POETICAL EPITOME. [From Mr. Barrett's "Heroine, or Adventures of a Fair Romance Reader."] SENSIBILITY AND THE LAMB. A melo-dramatic effusion. DEAR sensibility, O la! I heard a little lamb cry ba! Says I, so you have lost mamma? Ah! The little lamb, as I said so, Frisking about the field did go, And frisking, trod upon my toe; Oh! THE MOON AND THE NIGHTINGALE. A nocturnal sonnet. [From the same. Now while within their wings each feathered pair Shake thy pale tresses down, irradiate air, Earth, and the spicy flowers that scent the dew. And I will moralize her minstrelsy. Ten thousand birds the sun resplendent sing, Thus for the good, how few the lyre attune. THE DEATH OF THE BUTTERFLY A deadly water sonnet. [From the same.] WHERE the blue stream reflected flowerets pale, I snatched it passing; but a pinion frail, The mangled insect, ill deserving bane, My tears drop after it, but drop in vain. The cup, embalmed with azure airs and dew, And flowery dust and grains of fragrant seed, Can ne'er revive it from the fatal deed. So guileless nymphs attract some traitorous eye, ON A PRETTY LITTLE MAID OF MY MOTHER'S. To Dorothy Pulvertaf. [From the same.] Ir Black sea, White sea, Red sea ran If all the geese in Lincoln fens, Produc'd spontaneous, well-made pens; If Holland old or Holland new, One wond'rous sheet of paper grew; LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. THE NEW-YORK HISTORICAL SOCIETY have in the press a second volume of their collections. This will probably be a volume of much interest. It will contain, among other things, the anniversary discourses delivered before the society by the Hon. De Witt Clinton and Gouverneur Morris, and Drs. Williamson and Mitchill, the petition lately presented to the legislature of the state of New-York by the society, containing an extensive and accurate view of the different sources from which historical information with respect to this country is to be derived, and a translation of De Salle's travels in America, a very rare and curious old tract. The first volume of the society's collections published in 1811, though containing some valuable matter, particularly the learned anniversary discourse of the Rev. Dr. S. Miller, has yet too much the air of a compilation got up in a hurry for the desire of appearing immediately before the public. This observation will not, however, by any means, apply to the volume now in press; and if the society will persist in their present laudable plan of not considering themselves bound to publish regularly, after the fashion of many of our learned societies, whether they have any thing worth publishing or not; we may reasonably anticipate in their future volumes an honourable accession as well to the literature of the country as to our stock of historical information. We understand that the Rev. Dr. Mason is appointed to deliver the next anniversary oration. LIFE OF WELLINGTON. Van Winkle and Wiley have in the press Clarke's Life of Lord Wellington. The character and exploits of Lord Wellington are among the most remarkable circumstances of an age fertile in prodigies. Nearly a century has passed away since Great Britain has produced any very brilliant military character. The nation, absorbed in proud admiration of its own naval glory, has looked upon the land service with indifference, and sometimes with mortification. Lord Wellington has at once changed the current of popular opinion, and the nation sees in him with pride her second Marlborough. Besides the gratification which it affords to the curiosity naturally excited by the exploits of such a man, Mr. Clarke's biography is highly interesting, as it displays the chain of causes and the series of military experience by which, while almost all the talents of the nation were turned into another direction, Lord Wellington was silently and gradually formed into the most accomplished general of the age. Mr. Clarke's work is brought down only to 1812. The task of continuing the narrative to the present time, as well as of revising and correcting the former part of the work, has been undertaken by a gentleman of New-York every way well qualified for the purpose. PORT FOLIO. We perceive that the gentleman who has edited this miscellany, since the death of Mr. Dennie, has relinquished the editorship, and that it will in future be conducted by Dr. Caldwell. Report speaks favourably of the present editor's competency for the undertaking, from his varied knowledge both scientifie |