_By W. P. Carey._
When Heav’n dissolves the sacred tie
Which binds two faithful souls in one,
Where shall the sad survivor fly,
The arrows of despair to shun?
Oh! can the musing hours of grief
A pause from keen remembrance know?
Or rooted sorrow find relief
From empty forms of outward woe?
Can fortune’s smile his peace recall?
Or can the sprightly song and dance,
Where pleasure’s festive train in all
The mazy rounds of joy advance?
Ah no!--this world no cure bestows;
In vain is ev’ry human art;
From pure religion only flows
A balm to heal the wounded heart.
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_On a Lady putting a White Rocket in her Bosom._
When the sweet scented Rocket so fair,
To her breast, dear Sophia applied,
Overcome with soft whiteness there;
It drooped, lost its beauty and died.
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_UTILE DULCI._
THE NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE;
or, Miscellaneous Repository.
+Vol. II.+] +Wednesday, September 28, 1796.+ [+No. 65.+
_THE LADIES’ MONITOR._
Addressed to Every Fair Reader, Whether Single or Married.
A multitude of admirers is an object too generally coveted by young
females, yet it is certainly a very improper method to be taken by such
as wish to be happy in matrimony. Sensible and well-meaning, worthy and
sincere men, are seldom attracted within the circle of those who adopt
this conduct; if they should fall within it, it is very seldom that they
long retain the slight chains of such a love.--In particular, it is
remarkably improper and absurd for a woman, who has already a sensible
lover, to languish for a number of flatterers to admire her---should she
miss of her aim, she fancies herself unhappy: should she succeed, she is
likely to be really so. A man who values his own honour, or the dignity
proper for the female whom he addresses to assume, will by no means
admit of this plurality of lovers, any more than the laws will admit of
a plurality of husbands.
A neatness, without excess, in point of dress, a prudent restraint of
the tongue, a moderation in taking diversions, and an unaffected ease
and politeness, joined to the usual accomplishments, must complete the
character of an accomplished lady in a single state; and will, in the
end, outweigh the transitory, though delightful charms of a beautiful
person.
However, it frequently happens that women, as soon as they are married,
seem to think their task is entirely done, yet it is no less common for
them to find that it is just then to begin again. It is often an easier
matter to win a man than to keep him; and those who have found little
trouble in conquering a sweetheart, have had no small difficulty in
preserving the affections of a husband.
In the first place, there is nothing more proper, than to observe, with
the utmost nicety, the temper of the person to whom you are to be joined
in matrimony---For this is the very key to happiness in that state, and
if it be not found, all other efforts will be ineffectual. It is in vain
to conclude, that, from the apparent disposition of the former lover,
you may draw that of the husband. It is not so, it cannot be so; for,
besides that the best humours of the former are only seen, circumstances
being altered, will doubtless make an apparent alteration in the same
person, to which the knowledge of his natural disposition must lead you.
It is to this alone you must expect to owe that empire which you wish to
maintain over the heart you have conquered; though, amongst the variety
of dispositions observeable in men, there are but few, where an even
mildness on the side of the female, will best secure her sway; and she
will always rule most perfectly, who seems not ambitious of
governing---Jealousy is what every married woman should beware of; when
once she admits of it, she treasures up anxiety in her mind---Should she
entertain it in her bosom, it will be perpetually preying, as it were,
upon her vitals; if she is imprudent enough to avow it, there will ever
be found a number of officious people, who will fill her ears with tales
which will destroy her peace. The fond wife will then be looked upon as
a kind of domestic foe; for her husband will shun her accordingly, and
whenever they are together, they will be the mutual torment of each
other.
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EXTRACT FROM A ROYAL GRANT OF LAND IN CARNATA,
Translated from the Sanskrit by Sir William Jones.
_Written on Palmyra leaves, with a stylus._
PROSPERITY attend you!
Adoration to Ganesa!