_Mr._ E.H. DERBY _requests his fellow-townsmen and others,
to accept his sincere thanks for their ready and unwearied
exertions to enable him to complete the launching of his
Ship._ MAY 21.
Mr. CUSHING,
The following lines were addressed to the Ship GRAND TURK,
while launching. They are at your service.
Your's, Z.
_The swelling waves roll joyfully along,
To greet thee, welcome to the azure main;
The gaping multitude in anxious throng,
Their ardent--vacant--tumult--scarce restrain._
_Slow o'er the lubrick ways--immense--you move,
High o'er the stern your flowing honours stand,
In distant climes, on unknown seas to prove
The matchless glory of your native land._
_For thee--the lofty Cedar nods alone,
The sturdy Oak its honours lopp'd deplores,
The forest mourns its tallest beauties gone
To waft Columbian treasure--to the Indian shores._
_Doom'd to resist the rage of warring waves,
Whilst rushing winds impel your foaming way:
The firm built sides their utmost fury brave.
The tempest mock--and in the whirlwind play._
_Safe may you reach your distant--destin'd port,
Nor rocks--nor treach'rous sands--oppose your fame,
May gentle winds your swelling topsails court,
And thousands shout you welcome home again._
_Salem Gazette,_ May 24, 1791.
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The oldest person who had lived in Salem up to 1791.
On Friday last, the venerable Mr. JOHN SYMONDS, of this
town, entered the _one hundredth year of his age_. He is the
only male person who has arrived at that great age, from the
first settlement of the town by the English in 1629 to this
day.
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Irish Litany.
DUBLIN, May 11.
_To the Printers of the_ Rights _of_ Irishmen.