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_MARRIED,_
On Sunday evening the 7th instant, by the Right Rev. Bishop Provost, Mr.
SAMUEL THOMPSON, to Miss MARY WINKFIELD, both of this city.
On Monday evening the 8th instant, by the Rev. Dr. Moore, Lieutenant
ROBERT LONG, of his Britannic Majesty’s 17th regiment, to the amiable
Miss JANE BYRON, lately from Ireland.
On Thursday evening last, by the Rev. Dr. Livingston, the Rev. JOHN B.
JOHNSON, of Albany, to Miss BETSEY LUFTON, of this city.
On Sunday evening last, by the Right Rev. Bishop Provost, Mr. WILLIAM
HUTHWAITE, to Miss ELIZA RYDER, both of this city.
Opposing fate shall strive in vain
Whom love unites to rend in twain:--
Be blest ye happy pair!
May joys with following years increase,
And nought arise to mar that peace
Which virtuous unions share.
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_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._
_From the 7th to the 13th inst._
THERMOMETOR observed at 6, _A.M._ 3, _P.M._
Prevailing winds.
OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER.
deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3.
100 100
May 7 55 59 w. do. clear calm do. h. wd. ra.
8 42 57 w. do. clear h. wd. do. do.
9 44 55 nw. do. clear lt. wd. cly. h. do.
10 50 70 s. sw. cloudy lt. w. clear do.
11 55 75 sw. s. clear h. wd. do. lt. do.
12 55 64 se. e. cloudy lt. w. do. do. ra.
13 56 69 w. sw. clear lt. wd. do. do.
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INSCRIPTION
_FOR THE TOMB OF GENERAL WAYNE._
HERE LIES
Beneath this noble tent
Fitting for nobler enterprize;
With nothing less than Heaven content:
Waiting (while ordered out again)
Till trumpets bid him rise,
To join the armies of the skies.
IMMORTAL
GENERAL WAYNE,
Tho’ here
At winter quarters,
His warlike corps remain,
Tho’ Death, that monarch grim,
A prisoner made of him,
His gallant enterprising soul
Is on parole,
Viewing each heav’nly plain,
Where he
Must shortly be
With Indian Chiefs in Unity,
His _next Campaign_.
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_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._
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