Part 142 (1/2)

A REBUS is received, and will appear in our next.

_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 5th to the 11th inst._

_Thermometor observed at 6, A.M. 3, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._

deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3.

100 100 March 5 50 50 54 w. do. cloudy, h. wd. clear, do.

6 22 25 nw. do. clear, h. wd. do do.

7 19 28 nw. sw. clear, h. wd. cloudy sm. sn.

8 37 60 sw. do. cloudy, sm. rn. clear h. wd.

9 25 30 nw. do. clear h. wd. do. do.

10 19 32 nw. do. clear lt wd. do. do.

11 28 33 s. s. sn. lt. wd. do. sn. 6 in. deep.

_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._

ON A LADY WHO DIED AT BRISTOL WELLS:

By Her Husband.

Who e'er like me, with trembling anguish brings, His hearts whole treasure to fair Bristol's springs; Whoe'er like me, to soothe disease and pain, Shall prove those salutary springs in vain: Condemn'd like me, to hear the faint reply, To view the trembling look, the aching eye; From the faint brow to wipe the damps of death, And watch, in dumb despair, the parting breath.

If chance directs him to this artless line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were mine: Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtues charm'd me, and whose beauties blest; Form'd every tie, which binds the soul to prove Her only friends.h.i.+p, and her friends.h.i.+p love.

Yet still rememb'ring that the parting sigh, Appoints the just to slumber, not to die!

The starting tear I check'd, I kiss'd the rod, And not to earth consign'd her--but to G.o.d.

LIFE. A POEM.

While through life's th.o.r.n.y road I go, I will not want companions too: A dreary journey, and alone, Would be, alas! too troublesome.

But company that's choice and good, Makes trouble hardly understood: For toil, divided, seems to be No toil, but a felicity.

Therefore will I companions take, As well for ease as safety's sake.

Fair truth shall serve me for a guide, Justice shall never leave my side: Integrity, my trusty guard!

Nor shall I Caution quite discard: Experience shall my tutor be, Nor will I wiser seem than he: Discretion all my thoughts shall weigh, And Modesty my words convey: Soft Innocence protect my sleep, And Charity my purse shall keep.