Part 63 (1/2)
_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 9th to the 15th inst._
_Thermometor observed at 6, A.M. 3, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._
deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3.
100 100 Oct. 9 43 55 ne. s. clear, light wind do. do.
10 37 50 51 ne. do. clear, lht. wd. cloudy do.
11 48 55 75 ne. se. cloudy lt. wd. do. do.
12 46 58 n. se. clear lt. wd. do. do.
13 55 66 ne. se. foggy light wind calm do.
14 55 70 75 w. s. cloudy light wind clear calm 15 53 61 50 n s. foggy calm clear light wind
_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._
LA FAYETTE----A SONG.
By William Bradford, Esq.
Late Attorney General of the United States.
As beside his cheerful fire, 'Midst his happy family, Sat a venerable sire, Tears were starting in his eye; Selfish blessings were forgot Whilst he thought on Fayette's lot, Once so happy on our plains, Now in poverty and chains.
Fayette (cried he) honoured name, Dear to these far distant sh.o.r.es: Fayette, fired by Freedom's flame, Bled to make that freedom ours; What, alas! for thee remains, What, but poverty and chains!
Soldiers, in the field of death, Was not Fayette foremost there?
Cold and s.h.i.+vering on the heath, Did you not his bounty share?
What for this your friend remains, What, but poverty and chains!
Born to honours, ease, and wealth, See him sacrifice them all, Sacrificing even health, At his country's glorious call.
What reward for this remains, What, but poverty and chains!
Hapless Fayette! 'midst thy error, How my soul thy worth reveres; Son of Freedom, tyrant's terror, Hero of both hemispheres.
What, alas! for thee remains, What, but poverty and chains!
Thus with laurels on his brow, Belisarius begged for bread; Thus, from Carthage forced to go, Hannibal an exile fled: Fayette thus, at once sustains, Exile, poverty, and chains!
Courage, child of Was.h.i.+ngton, Though thy fate disastrous seems, We have seen the setting sun Rise and s.h.i.+ne with brighter beams; Thy country soon shall break thy chain, And take thee to her arms again.
_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._
When the Author of the following Elegy finds it is committed to print, he will not, I am persuaded, be offended, after I remind him of the conversation we had some time since:--And also when he reflects on the injury he does the Public, by keeping any of his productions from their view.
ELEGY Addressed to the Calliopean Society, on the Death of Doctor Joseph Youle.
Within these walls let awful stillness reign: _Sorrow_, thy louder extacies restrain: Each sound that on the solemn scene would break Be hush'd----let Silence more emphatic speak.