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On Wednesday evening last, by the Rev. Uzal Ogden, Mr. CHARLES GOBERT, Merchant, of this city, to Miss CHARLOTTE OGDEN, eldest daughter of Mr.

Lewis Ogden.

On Thursday evening last, by the Rev. Dr. M'Knight, Mr. ARCHIBALD M'WILLIAMS, Grocer, late of the Albany Pier, to the amiable Miss NANCY GOOLDSMITH, a native of the Isle of Man.

_TO CORRESPONDENTS._

[->] THE EDITORS acknowledge the receipt of ”ZULINDUS;” which shall appear in our next. We court the favors of those Correspondents who have heretofore expanded their hearts, expressive, by a love for supporting and promoting the a.s.siduous endeavors of the proprietors of this useful and entertaining vehicle; and we rest in hope, that the warm rays of Aurora will have such an happy effect upon the intellectual mind, that we may witness, not only the fertile verdure of reviving nature, but the growing state of Literature, and the happy profusions of the Muse.

_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 30th ult. to the 6th inst._

THERMOMETOR observed at 6, _A.M._ 3, _P.M._ Prevailing winds.

OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER.

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

100 100 April 30 52 59 e. ne. cly. lt. wd. do. do. ra.

May 1 56 70 s. do. cloudy calm cl. lt. wd.

2 51 58 e. do. cloudy h. wd. ra. l. w.

3 42 47 nw. se. cloudy lt. w. do. do.

4 50 68 sw. nw. cloudy lt wd. clr do.

5 50 51 se. do. clr. calm cly. h. wd. ra.

6 51 68 nw. sw. clear lt. wd. do. do.

NEW MAY.

A Pastoral.

As down by the wood-land I stray'd, Where daisies enamell'd the way, Where Flora her frolics had play'd, Unveiling her charms to the day; The warblers awaken'd the song, The dew-drops hung down on the thorn, The Zephyrs went gently along, And Phbus embellish'd the morn.

In rapture I went through the grove, Delighted with richest perfume, Saw nature devoted to love, And the birds their fond labours resume; The lark had its ditty re-told, The blackbird was heard from the vine, The herdsman was driving from fold, And sung, ”'Tis a shame to repine.”

With grat.i.tude musing I view'd The landskip, so splendidly dress'd; Gay Fancy her magic renew'd, Imprinting her scenes on my breast: When lo! from an op'ning I saw A damsel come tripping the glade; I trembled with transport and awe, Afraid to offend the sweet maid.

No language her charms could unfold, No pencil her beauties display, Her hair hung like ringlets of gold, Her eye was the di'mond's bright ray; Her bosom the lily out-vy'd, Her lips which I panted to view, In the blush of the rose-bud were dy'd, And her fingers all glitter'd with dew.

Her head with a chaplet was dress'd, Of May-flow'rs and cowslips combin'd, A garland hung over her breast, With blue-bells and vi'lets entwin'd; Her garment, in negligent flow, Her graces all artless display'd-- 'Twas dipp'd in the tint of the bow That Iris in April had made.