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_MARRIED,_
On Saturday evening the 6th ult. at Augusta (Georgia) by the Rev. Mr.
Boyd, Mr. JAMES COOPER, merchant, to Miss SUSAN WINSLOW, both of that
place.
On Sunday evening the 21st ult. by the Rev. Dr. Linn, Mr. NICHOLAS
ROOME, to Miss JEMIMA LEWIS, both of this city.
By the Rev. Dr. Moore, Mr. PATRICK MUNN, to Miss ANN MAVERICK, both of
this city.
By the Rev. Dr. Moore, Capt. WOODHAM, of the ship Swan, to Miss REBECCA
MAVERICK, of this city.
On Saturday se’nnight, by the Rev. Dr. Foster, Mr. BENJAMIN GIFFORD, to
Miss SALLY ANDERSON, both of this city.
On Tuesday evening se’nnight, Mr. JOHN LOCKWOOD, to Mrs. SARAH SMITH,
relict of Mr. Stephen Smith, both of Norwalk.
Same evening, by the Rev. Dr. Moore, DAVID A. OGDEN, Esq. to Miss
REBECCA EDWARDS, both of this city.
On Saturday evening, by the Rev. Dr. Linn, N. PRIME, Esq. of Boston, to
Miss CORNELIA SANDS, daughter of Comfort Sands, Esq. Merchant, of this
city.
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_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._
_From the 28th ult. to the 3d 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 28 60 68 sw. nw. fgy. lt. w. cl. h. w. lg. t. r.
29 55 71 w. sw. clear lt. wd. do. h. wd.
30 55 52 e. ne. cly. lt. w. r. do. p. r.
31 52 66 n. nw. cly. lt. w. clear do.
June 1 50 69 nw. w. clear lt. w. do. do.
2 50 62 nw. se. cl. lt. wd. cly. do. p. r.
3 59 76 s. do. cly. calm clear lt. wd.
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RESULTS OF METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS.
FOR MAY 1797.
Made in the Cupals of the Museum, by G. BAKER, Proprietor.
Mean Temperature of the Thermometer at sun-rise 52 13
Do. do. of the do. at 3 P.M. 63 3
Do. do. for the whole month 57 58
Greatest monthly range between the 3d. and 11th. 33 0
Do. do. in 24 hours, between the 10th. and 11th. 20 0
Warmest day the 11th. 75 0
Coldest day the 3d. 42 0
13 days it rained, and an uncommon quantity has fallen.
19 do. the wind was at the westward of north and south, at both
obser.
12 do. the do. was to the eastward of do. and do.
17 do. the do. was light at both observations.
2 do. the do. was high at do. do.
12 do. it was clear at do. do.
7 do. it was cloudy at do. do.
6 days it Thundered and Lightened, in considerable abundance.
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A HYMN,
Composed in a Morning’s Walk in May.
By the Rev. Mr. Turner.
“These are thy glorious works, Parent of Good;”
The hill, the vale, the pastures, and the wood;
Rich in thy bounties, in thy beauties gay,
Nature salutes thy Sun’s enliv’ning ray.
How glorious in thy strength he mounts the sky,
The spotless azure Heav’ns rejoice on high.
The dewy blessings of this morning hour,
At thy command, the Vapours softly shower.
How wide this arch is spread, that bending round
With genial influence broods o’er the teeming ground!
By thee, yon lofty Mountain rears its head:
By thee, this humble Valley sinks its bed.
These riv’lets thine, which murmur through the mead;
To thee, great Source of Good, their winding channels lead.
Call’d forth by thee, these Woods their leaves display,
T’ enrich their verdure in the solar ray.
Thou cloath’st each hedge and bush, each herb and plant--
To these fair blooming hopes thy blessing grant!
Bless thou the rising corn, the grassy field;
And let thy bounty plenteous harvests yield!
On thy supplies both man and beast attend;
On th’ opening year thou smil’st, thy goodness crowns its end.
What various flow’ry beauties spread the field,
Which through the healthy air their fragrance yield!
The crowfoot, daisie, cowslip’s golden hue,
The dandelion, violet’s lovely blue.
How many more their modest graces hide
In the hedge-bottom, or the thicket’s side!
The primrose, harebell, with the starwort fair,
And low ground-ivy’s bloom perfume the air.
These and each painted form that decks the land,
Blend their unrival’d tinctures, and confess thy hand.
The feather’d tribes to thee their voices raise,
Rejoice in being, and resound thy praise.
With lab’ring wing, the lark, scarce seen on high,
Incessant pours his mattins through the sky.
Perch’d on yon lofty poplar’s topmost spray,
The thrill thrush welcomes the bright source of day.
Deep in the thicket hid, the blackbird shy,
His mellow whistle tunes, to aid the common joy.
The wood-lark, glory of the warbling throng,
Alternate sinks, and swells his varied song.
The gaudy goldfinch, linnet, white-throat fair,
With musical confusion load the air.
In deeper note the ring-dove, ’midst the groves,
To his coy mate soft-cooing breathes his loves.
The list’ning swains, through ev’ry brow and dale,
Delighted hear, and shout the cuckoo’s simple tale.
The flocks and herds, whom thou supply’st with food,
Enjoying thank thee, and pronounce it good.
The fleecy people crop the early dew;
The tender lambs their harmless sports pursue.
The heifer’s low fills all the valleys round:
The mimic wood-nymph propagates the sound.
The sweet-breath’d cows the herbage greedy graze,
The frolic calf his clumsy gambols plays.
The saunt’ring cow-boy slowly creeps along,
Now his clear whistle tunes, and now his rustic song.
These are thy works, O God, and these thy care;
All these, in season due, thy various blessings share.
Blest Power! that me into existence drew,
And spread this fair creation to my view!
Blest Power! that gave me eyes, and ears, and mind,
And taught me, in each object, God to find!
Blest be that care that guards my ev’ry day;
That feeds, and clothes, and guides me through my way.
Accept my thanks for this enliv’ning hour;
This cheerful taste of bliss, that thrills through ev’ry power.
Grateful would I thy present blessings share,
And trust my whole of being to thy future care.
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