No bliss beyond his pipe and squaw he knew, A huge samp-mortar, wrought with patient toil, Then since, beneath this widely-spreading tide, But vain th' attempt to this IMPERIAL DAY, To light their dusky souls with reason's ray, To make them quit their guns and scalping knives, And stay at home contented with their wives; Most powerful obstacles this scheme prevent, Thwart my fine plans, and frustrate my intent:Firstly their bodies' habits different are, And different med'cine claim, and different care, No neutral mixture will for them suffice Of gentle acids and mild alkalies; But powerful Blood-root, Oil of Rattle-snake, Jerusalem Oak, and Gum of Hacmetac. Nor simple blood-lettings their pains assuage, The Indian name for the mixture of Indian corn, or maize, with beans. + One of these very Bibles is said to have been discovered, not many years since, in the possession of the Welsh Indians, who have excited so much curiosity, and who preserved with a sunctimonious reverence this relict of their ancestors, although they were unable to read it, and ignorant of its use. It is to be hoped that the gentleman appointed by the President to explore the western part of this Continent may, in his researches, be so fortunate as to fall in with this tribe, and obtain from then this curious and invaluable deposit. Warm their cold chills, and quell their fever's rage, Means far more potent their tough frames require, And the free use of lancets and of fire. Besides as ne'er the Indian's chin appears Mark'd with a beard, howe'er mature his years, Of course no barber's hand, with razor keen, No barber's pole amidst the tribes are seen.Great marts of knowledge, form'd the world to bless, The seats of scandal, ponties and dress! From barbers' shops what benefits we trace? How great their 'vantage to the human race? That source of civil culture unpossess'd, What wonder reason slowly fills the breast? Thou knight renown'd! possess'd of equal skill The comb to flourish, or to ply the quil, Whose bright effusions, wond'ring, oft I see, And own myself in message beat by thee, O would'st thou, HUGGINS," to the Indians go, And on their chins give mighty beards to grow, Soon should thy shop o'er all their wigwams rise, And painted pole attract their curious eyes, While the glad tribes would thither thick repair, And claim in turn the honours of thy chair. Methinks amid the newly-bearded band, With brush and lather arm'd, I see thee stand, And as each visage gleams with foamy white, And wields thy dexter hand the razor bright, Thy eloquence pervades, refines the whole; And pours the beams of reason o'er their soul, While white-wigg'd savages, with loud acclaim, Thee as the People's Friend, and President shall name. Thrice happy time; when, freed from Error's night, Reason's broad beam shall shed her mid-day light, Chaps who, though something, are of nothing made, Barber Huggins, at the beginning of the century, afforded much amusement in New York by the parodies and fanciful flights of his professional advertisements, in the Evening Post, Morning Chronicle, and other papers, which were generally written with considerable cleverness. They were collected into an entertaining volume in 1808, with the following title: "Hugginiana or Huggins' Fantasy, being a collection of the most esteemed modern literary productions, exposing the art of making a noise in the world, without beating a drum or crying oysters; and showing how, like Whittington of old, who rose from nothing to be Lord Mayor of London, a mere Barber may become an Emperor, if he has but spirit enough to assume, and talents enough to support the title. By John Richard Desborus Huggins, Empereur du Friseurs, Roi du Barbieres, &c., &c. Trifles, light as air.-SHAKSPEARE. New York: Printed by H. C. Southwick, No. 2 Wall street, Most Excellent Printer to his most Barber-ous majesty." Huggins was the butt of the town, and doubtless turned his notoriety to profitable account. His business advertisements, mixed up with the politics and small humors of the day, supplied a vehicle for the wits to pass their squibs to the public. dies of the imperial proclamations of Buonaparte by the Emperor of Barbers were among the best of thein. Paro And that by equal right is meant, 'tis plain, Where action too with counteraction jars, Th' enlighting doctrines of our favour'd sect; Of untried systems, lures them to her arms. SUSANNA ROWSON, THE author of the popular little romance of Charlotte Temple, of many books of greater labor and of less fame, and of the lyric of America, Commerce, and Freedom, was born about the year 1762. Her father was William Haswell, a British naval officer, who in 1769 was wrecked in company with his daughter on Lovell's Island, on the New England coast, after which they settled at Nantasket, where the father, a widower, married again, and whence he was compelled to départ, as a British subject, on the breaking out of the Revolutionary war. His daughter appears to have followed him to London, where in 1786 she married William Rowson, leader of the band attached to the Royal Guards in London. Her first work was published the same year, a novel, entitled Victoria; followed by Mary, or the Test of Honor, the matter of which was partly put into her hands by the bookseller; A Trip to Parnassus, a Critique on Authors and Performers, Fille de Chambre, the Inquisitor, or Invisible Rambler, Mentoria, and Charlotte Temple. Of the latter twentyfive thousand copies were sold in a few years. It is a tale of seduction, the story of a young girl brought over to America by a British officer and deserted, and being written in a melodramatic style has drawn tears from the public freely as any similar production on the stage. It is still a popular classic at the cheap book-stalls and with travelling chapmen. The Inquisitor is avowedly modelled on Sterne, and the honest heart of the writer has doubtless a superior sensibility, though the sharp wit and knowledge of the world of the original are not feminine qualities, and are not to be looked for from a female pen. In 1793 Mrs. Rowson came with her husband to America, under an engagement with Wignell, the manager of the Philadelphia theatre. She had appeared in England in the provincial theatres, and was successful in light comedy and musical pieces. While engaged on the stage in America she wrote The Trials of the Heart, a novel; Slaves in Algiers, an opera; The Volunteers, a farce found Buckingham, in his Personal Memoirs, speaks of "the sublime and spirit-stirring tones of this gentleman's trumpet, when he played for the Boston Handel and Haydn Society, the accompaniment to the air in the Messiah, The trumpet shall sound and the dead shall be raised."" ed on the whiskey insurrection in Pennsylvania; and another farce, The Female Patriot. While at Baltimore in 1795, she wrote a poetical address to the armies of the United States, which she entitled The Standard of Liberty, and which was recited on the stage by Mrs. Whitlock before the military companies of the city. The bird of Jove, after attending the fortunes of Æneas and the Latins, is made to descend on the shores of Columbia, where the eagle becomes the standard of virtue and freedom. The next year she appeared with her husband at the Federal Street Theatre, in Boston, for a single season, during which she wrote a comedy, Americans in England, which was acted for her benefit and farewell of the stage. She then opened a school at Medford, afterwards at Newton, and subsequently at Boston. Her industrious pen meanwhile was not idle. In 1798 she published, in Boston, Reuben and Rachel, or Tales of Old Times, the scene of which was laid in Maine. In 1804 her Miscellaneous Poems appeared, by subscription, as usual. She appears on the title-page Precep tress of the Ladies' Academy, Newton, Mass." The chief contents of the volume are The Birth of Genius, an Irregular Poem; Birth-day Ode to John Adams, 1799; Eulogy to the Memory of Washington; Maria, not a Fiction, a ballad of the Charlotte Temple material; occasional ver-es, and some translations from Virgil and Horace. They are for the most part echoes of English verse, occasionally imperfect, but mainly expres sive of the generous woman's heart. A few boisterous songs, of a mannish order, may be set down to her theatrical life, and may be considered as a healthy support of her sentimental writing. The Choice, though one of the numerous imitations of Pomfret, may be taken as suggestive of the character of the writer. Her poem on the Rights of Woman shows her to have had but moderate ideas on that subject compared with some urged at the present day. A single verse, the first of a little poem entitled Apection, is proof sufficient of her gentle nature, and the felicitous expression which she sometimes achieved. Mrs. Rowson also compiled several educational works, a Dictionary, two Systems of Geography, and Historical Exercises. She was also a contributor to the Boston Weekly Magazine. Her last distinct publication appears to have been in 1822, the two volumes entitled, Biblical Dialogue8 between a Father and his Family: comprising Sacred History from the Creation to the Death of our Saviour Christ, the Lives of the Apostles, the Reformation, &c. Mr. and Mrs. Alworth, in this book, living on the Connecticut, communicate in a series of conversations with their five children a variety of sacred information, derived from the works of Stackhouse, Poole, Prideaux, Calvert, and others. In the preface Mrs. Rowson professes herself attached to the tenets of the Protestant Episcopal Church, and states that she "has been engaged for the last twenty-five years in the instruction of young per sons of her own sex." The style of the work is smooth and fluent. Mrs. Rowson died in Boston, March 2, 1824.* *An Obituary article in the Boston Gazette, reprinted in the Appendix to Moore's Historical Collections for 1824. AFFECTION. Touch'd by the magic haud of those we love, Who throw them careless by, deface, destroy? Yes, they are happy; if the insensate rocks rays. Which the rude ocean beats, or softly laves, List'ning the world beside is all forgot. Light beats the heart, and cheerful smiles the day. True, when we're forc'd to part from those we love, 'Tis like the pang when soul and body's riven; But when we meet, the spirit soars above, And tastes the exquisite delights of heaven. No more a sweet perfume they shed, So hapless woman's wounded name, Of some forsaken maid; THE CHOICE. I ask no more than just to be My house, though small, should be complete, The windows, jessamine should shade, Let frugal plenty deck my board, And often be it our employ, But if this fate, directing Heaven Will thankful take each blessing lent, With a mind unincumbered by care I arise, I take up my gun; honest Tray, my good friend, I snuff the fresh air; bid defiance to care, From the toils of the great, ambition and state, At noon, I delighted range o'er the rich soil, With a cup of good home-brew'd I sweeten their toil, And laugh at the joke or the tale. And whether the ripe waving corn I behold, Or the orchard, whose fruit is just turning to gold, I snuff the fresh air; bid defiance to care, From the toils of the great, ambition and state, At night to my lowly roof'd cot I return, When oh, what new sources of bliss; My Dolly appears with a smile on her face, What more than health, plenty, good humour, and peace, Can the wealth of the Indies afford? I sink into rest, with content in my breast, From the toils of the great, ambition and state, AMERICA, COMMERCE, AND FREEDOM. Those friends we've left behind us. To America, Commerce, and Freedom. And when arrived in sight of land, When the full flowing bowl has enliven❜d the conl, And each bonny lass will drink off a glass, Our cargo sold, the chink we share, Who wants, we freely give it. And when 'tis gone, to sea for more, We earn it, but to spend it. Then drink round, my boys, 'tis the first of our joys, To relieve the distress'd, clothe and feed 'em; "Tis a task which we share, with the brave and the fair, In this land of Commerce and Freedom. TABITHA TENNEY. MRS. TABITHA TENNEY, the author of the popular Adventures of Dorcasina Sheldon, was born at Exeter, N. H., in 1762. She was the daughter of Samuel Gilman, whose paternal ancestors constituted a great part of the community of that place. Her father died in her infancy, and she was left to the sole care of her pious and sensible mother, who was a descendant of the Puritan stock of Robinson, which also composed a large portion of the early population of the town of Exeter. As female education at that time was very circumscribed, she had but few early advantages excepting those which she received from her mother's excellent example of industry and economy, and the few well chosen books which she selected for her daughter's improvement. Books and literary companionship were her greatest delight. She acquired a facility and correctness of language which gave her noticeable freedom and elegance in conversation. In 1788 she was married to the Hon. Samuel Tenney, then a resident in Exeter, and formerly a Surgeon in the American army during the Revolutionary war. He was elected a member of Congress in 1800. She accompanied her husband to Washington several winters, and her letters from that place are specimens of her talent at graphic description, as well as illustrative of the fashion and manners of the times. Her first publication was a selection from the poets and other classical writers, for the use of young ladies, entitled the New Pleasing Instructor. Some time after this she produced her romance of Female Quixotism.* This is, as its title implies, one of the numerous literary progeny of Cervantes' immortal satire. It resembles in one respect more closely its original than most of its family, turning like Don Quixote on the evils of reading romances. In place, however, of the leanvizored Don, we have a blooming, delicate young lady; and to continue the contrast, in exchange for the ponderous folios, in which even the light literature of those ages of learning was entombed, have the small volume novels of the Rosa-Matilda school of the past century, the vapid sentimental stuff which is now driven even from the bookstalls. Dorcas Sheldon is the only daughter of a wealthy father, and soon after her birth loses her mother. Left by a fond father to follow her own wishes she takes to reading novels, and so saturates her mind with their wishy-washy contents, that she determines herself to be a heroine. Her *Female Quixotism: Exhibited in the Romantic Opinions and Extravagant Adventures of Dorcasina Sheldon. Felix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum. In plain English Learn to be wise by others' harm, And you shall do full well. In 2 vols. Boston: J. P. Peas'ee. 1929. The early editions of popular novels become exceedingly scarce. We have me: with no earlier copy than this. first step is to become qualified for a romantic career by metamorphosing her plain baptismal Dorcas into Dorcasina; her next to refuse a suitor, a solid man of property, of suitable age and approved by her father, whose wooing is of too straightforward and business-like a character to suit her Lydia Languish requirements; and her next, to repair daily to a romantically-disposed arbor to read and meditate. She has a confidante, not the white-muslined nonentity who would be naturally looked for beside a Tilburina, but a sturdy, sensible, country -bred waiting-maid, Betty, a female Sancho Panza. Time wears on with Miss Dorcasina. Her retired residence and equally secluded mode of life are unfavorable to her aspirations for adventures, and she reaches her thirty-fourth year without a second offer. At this period an adventurer, passing a night at the village inn, hears of the heiress and determines to carry her off. He dresses the next afternoon in his best, and repairs to the bower frequented by Dorcasina. An interview is thus obtained, the lady swallows the bait, the scamp forges letters of introduction, and is on the point of accomplishing his purpose when he is obliged to decamp. Dorcasina will believe nothing to his discredit, and is for some time inconsolable. Her next suitor is a waggish student, a youngster as full of practical jokes as his prototype of Boccaccio or Chaucer, or contemporary of Yale College. He somewhat ungallantly selects Dorcasina as his victim. He thickens his plot by appearing, after having made a powerful first impression in propriâ persona, as an injured female, making a violent assault on Dorcasina and Betty: Betty, The next day, as evening approached, Dorcasina desired Betty to attend her to the grove. being on many accounts unwilling to go, on her knees entreated her mistress to give up the project. But, finding her resolutely bent on fulfilling her engagement, the faithful creature, in spite of her aversion to the adventure, and of her apprehensions of ghosts and goblins, could not bear the idea that her mistress should go to the wood, at that hour unaccompanied. She therefore followed her footsteps, in silent trepidation. Being arrived at the arbor they seated themselves on the turf. They had not sat long, when, instead of the expected lover, a female entered, and placing herself by the side of Dorcasina, accosted her in the following manner: "You will, perhaps, be surprised, when I inform you that I know you did not come here with the expectation of meeting a woman. Philander was the person whom you expected to see; but know, abhorred rival, that I have effectually prevented his meeting you this night, and am now come to enjoy your disappointment. I would have you to know, you witch! you sorceress! that you have robbed me of the heart of my lover; and I am determined to be revenged." Dorcasina, as might naturally be expected, was astonished at this address, and remained for some moments in a profound silence. At length, she attempted to justify herself, by saying that she was sorry to be the cause of pain to any one; that, from her own experience, she knew too well the power of love, not to commiserate any person who nourished a hopeless passion; that she had never yet seen Philander, to her knowledge; that this interview was none of her seeking; and that she had consent ed to it, at his earnest entreaty, on the express condition that it should never be repeated. She concluded by declaring that, as she now found he had been false to another, she would immediately retire, and hold no further intercourse with him. This mildness served, in appearance, but to irritate the supposed female. "I know your arts too well," cried she, raising her voice, "to believe a syllable of what you say. It is all mere pretence, and you I will consent to meet him again the very first opportunity. But you shall not go on thus practising your devilish arts with impunity. Your basilisk glance shall not thus rob every man of his heart, and every woman of her lover or husband. Those bewitching eyes, that cause mischief wherever they are seen, I will tear them from their orbits." Thus saying, she laid violent hands on the terrified Dorcasina; tore off her hat; pulled her hair; and was proceeding to tear off her handkerchief, when Betty, seeing her mistress so roughly handled, started up in her defence, and attacking the stranger with great fury, compelled her to quit Dorcasina in order to defend herself. Dorcasina, thus liberated, darte l out of the grove and fled towards the house with all speed, leaving Betty to sustain the combat alone. Finding herself deserted, and her antagonist much her superior in strength, Betty endeavored likewise to make her escape; but her attempt was unsuc cessful. She was held, cuffed, pulled by the hair, twirled round and round like a top, shaken and pushed up against the trees, without mercy; the person who thus roughly handled her, exclaiming, all the time, "You ugly old witch, I'll teach you to carry letters, and contrive meetings between your mistress and my lover; you pander, you go-between!" Poor Betty begged for mercy in the most moving terms, protesting that she had said everything to dissuade her mistress from this meeting; but the enraged virago would not suffer her to go till she had stripped off her upper garments (her gown being a short one and of no great value), torn them to rags, and scattered them about the arbor. She then suffered her to depart, telling her, at the same time, that if ever she caught her engaged in the same business again, she would not only divest her of her clothes, but strip off her old wrinkled hide. In further prosecution of his deviltry, he persuades a conceited barber that Dorcasina has fallen in love with him at church. The gull readily agrees to repair to the usual trystingplace, where we introduce him to the reader: Monday being come, the barber, arrayed in his Sunday clothes, with his hair as white as powder could make it, set out, at four o'clock, for the arbor, which had been pointed out to him by Philander; who, previous to this time, judging that Puff would arrive at an early hour, had taken possession of a thick tree, to enjoy, unobserved, the coming scene. The barber found the hour of waiting very tedious. He sung, he whistled, and listened attentively to every passing noise; when, at length, his ears were saluted by the sound of female voices, which were no other than those of Dorcasina and her attendant. "Betty," said the former, "you may seat yourself with your knitting work, without the arbor, and at a small distance from it; for it would not be treating the young man with delicacy, to admit a third person to witness his passion." Betty did as she was desired; and the little barber no sooner discovered Dorcasina approaching the arbor, than, stepping forward and taking her hand, he addressed her with the utmost familiarity: "Gad, my dear, I began to be very impatient, and was afraid you |