had known Temor, acknowledged in Tifan the features of his father.

Thus Tifan, in the happiest day that Chechian had ever feen, was declared Sultan amidt the acclamations of an innumerable multitude who loaded him with benedictions. Genghis announced to him his elec tion in a fpeech that drew tears from eyes which had never before thed any. "It is at last come," cried he, "this happy day which rewards me for the labours and cares of fo many years, for the greatest facrifice which a father could make for the love of his Prince! O Tifan, whom I was forced to redeem at fo high a price, view in thefe half extinguifhed eyes the tears of joy and affection. I fee thy virtue acknowledged by a whole nation, crowned with unbounded confidence, and rewarded with the beft gift which a mortal can receive, the power of doing good. Tifan, I ceafe to be thy father, to become the first of thy fubjects in love and fidelity. I know thy great, thy benevolent heart: What leffons can wisdom give thee which are not already engraven on it by the hand of nature? I cannot, however, forget that thou art ftill but a man, fubject

to weakneffes, paffions, and error.-0 Tifan, fon of my Royal Friend, my own fon! if ever an hour fhould come when thy foul, forgetting its proper dignity and its facred duties, fhall be about to abase itself to a frameful paffion or an act of injustice, then may the image of Genghis, fprinkled with the blood of his own fon, flying from the walls of Chechian in the dead of night, and bearing thee in his trembling arms, may that frightful image reftore to virtue the father of his people and the belt of Princes. But no, I fwear by the virtue to which I have trained thee, that fatal day fhall never come. Mare happy profpects appear to my prophetic imagination, and the reign of Tifan hall be the æra known to all pofterity as the reign of peace, of happinefs, and of liberty.'

The reign of Tifan juftified the prediction of Genghis. It was long and profperous. The unavoidable cares attendant on a crown were made lighter by the approbation of his own heart, and by the domeftic comforts he enjoyed. The gentle Tilia brought him a numerous offspring; and his defcendants fill fit on the throne of Chechian.

Expofcam fuperum munera larga beent.

challenging the convivial fons of Caledo nia to try their strength with him at the bottle, and offering, as a fpur to their emulation, and a trophy of victory, a very curious and valuable Whistle to the vanquifher. After many unfuccefsful contefts on the part of the Scottish adventurers, the Whistle was won by an ancestor of the prefent Chieftain of Glenriddel, who, according to the terms of the defiance, blew upon the Whistle clear and fireng, after his adversary was entombed below the table. It has remained a houfehold god in this family, till very lately, that two worthy champions dared its poffeffor to a trial of drinking for it, one of whom has fairly won it, in prefence, it appears, of Mr Burns, who was chofen umpire on the occafion. We cannot help regretting the lofs as a fevere mortification to its late owner, to whom, as an Antiquarian, delighting to canvafs the precious rufty remains of old times, this antique must have been dear and invaluable. Our readers will learn, from this history, the origin of the phrase, Wating one's While, which no doubt was derived from this fact.

I`ing of a Whifle, a Whitle of worth-
I fing of a Whistle, the pride of the

North,

Which was brought to the Court of our good Scottish King;

And long with this Whiftle all Scotland fhail ring.

Old Loda, ftill rucing the arm of Fingal, The God of the Bottle fends down from his Hal

"This Whistle's your challenge-to Scot❝land get o'er,

"And drink them to hell, Sir, or ne'er fee "me more!"

Old Poets have fung, and old chronicles tell,

What champions veutur'd-what champi ons fell;

The fon of great Loda was conqueror fill, And blew on the While their requiem fhrill:

Till Ropert, the Lord of the Cairn and the Scaur,

Unmatch'd at the bottle, unconquer'd in

Three joyous good fellows, with hearts clear of flaw; Craigdarroch, fo famous for wit, worth, and law;

And trufty Glenriddel, fo vers'd in old

coins;

And gallant Sir Robert, deep-read in old

wines.

But he ne'er turn'd his back on his foe or his friend:

Said, Tofs down the Whistle, the prize of the field,

And, knee-deep in claret, he'd die ere he'd yield.

To the board of Glenriddel our heroes rcpair,

« Come, one bottle more-and have at the

"fublime!

"Thy line that has ftruggled for freedom "with Bruce,

care;

But for wine and for welcome, not more known to fame,

Than the fenfe, wit, and taste, of a sweet lovely dame.

A Bard was felected to witness the fray, And tell future ages the feats of the day

A Bard who detefted all forrow and spleen, And wish'd that Parnaffus a vineyard had been.

The dinner being over, the claret they ply, And ev'ry new cork was a new fpring of joy:

In the bands of old friendship and kindred well fet ;

And the bands grew the tighter the more they were wet.

Gay pleafure ran riot, till bumpers run o'er; Bright Phoebus ne'er witness'd fo joyous a

corps,

"The field thou haft won, by yon bright "God of Day!"

Written extempore by a Friend of Mr BURNS, on reading the above Poem,

DAN BURNS, in many a pleafing line. Thou'ft prov'd the Wight a man of Gristle,

Who waded thro' a fea of wine

To win the far-fam'd Danish Whistle,

Long may Craigdarroch, free from harm,
Remain the theme of gay epiftie,
And long with Wit his comrades charm,
And long with claret tuet his Whistle!

May thofe who dauntless fell, alas,

By deeds might make one's hair to bristle, Still live remember'd in the glafs,

As long as Fame fhall blow her Whistle. And

HEN Avarice enflames the mind,

WHEN

SIR,

TO THE EDITOR

Some of your Poetical correfpondents draw fuch enchanting pictures of the Girls they adore, that were it not for the Chriftian name by which they are diftinguished, they might pafs for angels. Now, as I have never been fortunate enough to fee an angel in propria perfona, and can form no judgment of one, except from the fi gures I fee of the Angel and Slipper, the Angel and Punchbowl, the Angel and Wheatfbeaf, &c. I wish to know what will be thought of the following

PORTRAIT OF A WOMAN.

OW fee my Goddess, earthly born,

Man turns a Savage to his kind,

Alas! for this poor fimple Toy,
I fold a blooming Negro Boy.

His Father's hope, his Mother's pride,
Tho' black, yet comely to the view;
Itore him helpiefs from their fide,
And gave him to a Ruffian Crew :
To Fiends that Afric's coaft annoy,
I fold the blooming Negro Boy.

From Country, Friends, and Parents torn,
His tender limbs in chains confin'd;
I faw him o'er the billows borne,
And mark'd his agony of mind.
But ftill, to gain this fimple Toy,
I gave away the Negro Boy.
In Ifles that deck the Western wave,
I doom'd the haplefs Youth to dwell,
A poor, forlorn, infulted Slave,

A beat that Chriftians buy and fell;
And in their cruel tasks employ
The much-enduring Negro Boy.
His wretched parents long fhall mourn,
Shall long explore the diftant main,
In hope to fee the Youth return,
But all their hopes and fighs are vain.
They never fhall the fight enjoy
Of their lamented Negro Boy.
Beneath a Tyrant's harsh command,
He wears away his youthful prime,
Far diftant from his native land,
A ftranger in a foreign clime.

No pleafing thoughts his mind employ,
A poor dejected Negro Boy.
But He who walks upon the wind,
Whofe voice in Thunder's heard on high;
Who doth the raging tempeft bind,
Or wing the lightning thro' the fky;
In his own time will, fure, destroy
Th' Oprieffors of a Negro Doy.
MEDDYG DU.

And with a bloom that fhames the mern,
New rifen in the eaftern skies.

Furnish'd from Nature's boundless store,
And one of Pleasure's laughing train ;
Stranger to all the wife explore,

She proves all far-fought knowledge vain.
Untaught as Venus, when the found
Herself first floating on the fea,
And laughing begg'd the Tritons round,
For fbame, to look some other way!
And unaccomplish'd all as Eve,

In the first morning of her life,
When Adam blufh'd, and ask'd her leave,
To take her hand, and call her wife.
Yet there is something in her face,

Tho' fhe's unread in Plato's lore,
Might bring your Plato to difgrace,
For leaving precepts taught before.
And there is magic in her eye,

Tho' he's unskill'd to conjure down The pale moon from th' affrighted fey,

Might draw Endymion from the moon!
And there are words that he can speak,
Moft cafy to be understood,
More fweet than all the Heathen Greek,
By Helen talk'd when Paris woo'd.
And fhe has raptures in ber power,
More worth than all the flattering claim
Of Learning's unfubftantial dower,

In prefent praise, or future fante.
Let me but kifs her foft warm hand,
And let me whisper in her car,
What knowledge would not understand,
And wifdom would difdain to hear!
And let her listen to my tale,

And let one fmiling blush arife,
(Bleft omen that my vows prevail!)
I'll fcorn the fcorn of all the wife!

THI

AMERICA.

Extrad of a Letter from a Merchant in NewYork, to bis Correfpondent in Belfast, dated 12th July 1791.

"THE profperity of this country has far overstepped the most fanguine expectations of its warmeft advocates:-For the last two years money in vaft fums has been flowing into it from the coffers of Amfterdam, Paris, the Low Countries, and even London, to be invested in our funds. London has been backward, to her great lofs, from a deep-rooted prejudice against the money negociations of this country. Two years ago, the public debt was bought up at 58. per pound: it fells this day at 19s. 2d. and is expected to rife above par. If the funds of a country are a criterion of its profperity, none can be more profperous than this, of which the following instance is a ftrong proof:

On the 4th of this month, the books were opened at Philadelphia, for a subscription to the National Bank, the capital of which is by law limited to ten million of dollars (2,250,000l. British); the crowd was immenfe the conteft at the door like the ftorming of a garrifon; it was only permitted by the act to each perfon to fubfcribe, on one day, 30 fhares; to obviate this, the fubfcriber made ufe of the names of his friends, and completed his whole fubfcription as fast as his pen could write. In fifteen minutes the whole was fubfcribed, and a furplus of four thousand and fixteen fhares, on fum ming up, appeared above the fum of ten millions wanted. This furplus neceffarily required an average reduction from the amount of each fnbscription, (or rather from the number of shares fubfcribed by each) which was done by the Commiflioners the next day; and what was expected to require months to complete, was done in an inftant. From the hafty completion of this fubfcription, many of our first-monied men have been thrown out, and have not a fingle fhare. The payments are to be made to the Bank In the following manner:

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The above fcrip is now at 6 per cent. above par, and scarcely any to be had at market. Our merchants here in general hold from 40 to 1200 fhares cach. The holders of the largest numbers of shares are the reprefentatives of foreign property.

The hiftory of the world exhibits no fimilar instance of a country rifing from abject poverty, to full, perfect, and accomplished credit, in the fame space of time. In 1786, government fecurities were hawked about and purchased (only by what were then called defperate adventurers) at 2s. 6d. for the pound; they are now at 19s. 2d.—it was even difcreditable to buy them, and the brokers were confidered in the fame light as the reptile race of Jews in London.-Now the bankers of Europe are teeming their money into our funds, and contending who fhall hold moft. Mr Hamilton, who is at the head of the treasury, is not inferior to Pitt or Neckar, either in integrity or abilities.

By the cenfus of the inhabitants, taken during the last year, by the Marshall of cach diftrict, the population is of much greater magnitude than it was expected; the returns will not be exa&ly known until the next feflion of Congrefs, which opens in November. The French and the Low Countries are pouring in their emigrants, and the western lands are fettling rapidly. The city is extending its limits, and is rebuilding much in the fame ftyle of architecture as the new buildings in London; and with refpect to the habits of the merchants, and the punctuality, fairness, and regularity of bufinefs, I think we are not below the ftandard even of London and Amsterdam.

Much encouragement has lately been gi