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at her house, and had opportunites enough of noticing her actions.
She never permitted her offspring to taste of any thing else, than a black lenten kind of soup which she affirmed was made after the manner of Black broth, the favourite dish of the Spartans enjoined by the celebrated lawgiver Lycurgus, and which Dionysius, the tyrant. found so very unpalatable. Upon my asking her once, how she became acquainted with a dish. on the ingrediance of which historians have thrown no light, she replied, “ from this book, handing me one entitled : " An inquiry into the ingredients. forming the celebrated Black broth of the Spartans. By Doctor Quizall, L. L. D. A. S. S.” And I must say, if unsavouriness and colour (for she gave me some to taste) can any way entitle it to a resemblance of that dish, she has succeeded in imitating it, for never did I swallow a dose of physic half so disagreeable. She never eat any thing herself
. without it first having undergone a chimical process by her hands.
A great part of her medicines were made by herself, because, she said, she then knew they were genuine. In different parts of the house were electrical and galvanising machines ; chimical apparatus : hot and cold baths, chalybeate waters ; emulsions, infusions, barks, cerates, astringents, decoctions, pills, plaisters, ointments, solutions, cordials, powders, chalks, sudorifics. stomachics, purgatives, laxatives. lotions, alteratives, anodynes, &c. &c. &c. She never permitted a physician to enter the house, ever performing the duties of one herself. If any one of her servants or children complained of the least sickness, they were so dosed with pills, and purgatives, that from being slightly indisposed, they became seriously so. One day, I actually saw one of her children placed on a heated stove. Though scarcely able to stand, he was constrained to spring first on one foot, then on the other, to keep himself from being burnt. The child was extremely sick, and this experiment almost killed him. When I asked her, why she had attempted such a singular remedy, she replied, to use her own words, (for when speaking she always interlarded her conversation with Latin. and not unfrequently Greek,) exercitium omnia potest." Mr. Soberlove, so it stands to reason that it will be productive of the most salutary effects to the boy; nor is this merely an opinion of my own hazarding; but also that of the very erudite Doctor Greekfungus. who always adopts this plan on like occasions. I ventured to remonstrate, and endeavoured to exhibit to her the injury she had done herself and family. She made the following answer. “Mr. Soberlove, well I know tempus est breve; and that mors omnibus communis; but we may improve the first by putting of the last to the latest period. It is well said, that ætate prudentiore reddimur. Had it not been so, I should not have known how to bring up my children after the
manner laid down by various learned men, whose works so long as the world shall exist, will continue to enlighten it. That nutria aget paucis et parvis, is clearly seen by the thriving condition of my children.” I courted her for two years, before I whispered into her ear my attachment for her she smiled. I asked her hand, blushing and confused she extended it to me. Now indeed, thought I, I have her for better or for worse. My readers may smile at my choosing such a woman for a wife; but bachelors have their singularities, and I am not without mine. The marriage was fixed to take place six weeks from the time of my declaration. It is said, there are many slips between the cup and the lip, a common enough saying, but a true one vevertheless; for lo! just three weeks anterior to the day I was determined to lead Mrs. Dealphysick to the Hymenial altar, she expired. She had been suddenly taken ill; but disdaining to ask any medical advice, she tried the effects of some very powerful pills of her own making and contriving, upon herself, and the result of the experiment was her dissolution. What were my feelings on the occasion, it is not necessary here to disclose.
About six months after the death of Mrs. Dealphysick, I was made acquainted with Miss Mary Bradford. I believe that Heaven ne'er created a fairer creature. Well might it be said of her:
Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye,
In every gesture, dignity and love. I had never seen such a woman. My sensation on beholding her was ineffable ; love would be too cold a name to call it by it was adoration. To watch her very actions, to listen to her voice afforded me unspeakable felicity. I wondered at my infatuation ; but I had not the power to resist the influence of her charms. I would sit by her; but yet I was afraid of expressing my sentiments, and I envied the frothy coxcombs that played their apish antics before her, for they won her smiles. For eighteen months, did I pursue her like her shadow, till at length one day in the height of passion, scarcely knowing what I did, I asked her to be mine. God of Heaven! what were my feelings when she consented, and referred me to her father. Mr. Bradford accepted me as his son-in-law; he had not a portion to give his daughter, and I was rich, and he felt happy in acknowledging me as such. When I left the house, I actually seemed in Heaven, so extatic were my sensations, for when I asked her hand, I dared not to hope that she would give it to me. Now listen, reader, and candidly answer me, whether I have any cause to love the sex. Just three days before my marriage was to take place, Mary Bradford-old as I am, the flush of indignation mantles on my cheek when I relate, that she, whom I believed was wholly mine--eloped, aye, jilted me. Thanks to Heaven, I was endued with strength to bear it with manliness and fortitude. I shed no tear--for a moment I keenly felt the insult that was offered me; but it was only for a moment. Next day, I received a letter from her, in which she endeavoured to apologize for her conduct. by saying, she had only consented to become mine in obedience to a father's commands, and that her heart was with the man, with whom she had eloped. How did I pity her for this declaration ; and I pitied still more that man that was to be her busband. The truth was, the man she had absconded with, was immensely rich; she only wished to wed splendour and she did so. Had I not been blinded by infatuation, I might have easily learned that such a beautious creature could not have abused her beauteous eyes on me, unless from some mercenary motive. I have never since that occurrence, thought of a wife, and but I will not say more, it were better not, perhaps. E.R.
FOR THE AMERICAN MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN THREE FRIENDS,
THE OLD TO THE NEW WORLD.
“When shall we three meet again ?"
“Which may ne'er be united again,
“That absence may rend it in twain.
“Shall have wither'd our hearts, with our bloom;
“ Or within the dear circle at home?”
" There are strange truths in dreams, 'and last midnight
On board the Ship Hector, bound for New York. On the 25th of June, 18--, we bade farewell to our friends, and our Country. I will not dwell on the parting hour, por
attempt to describe the grief I had scarcely the power to feel.
We did not stay upon deck to watch the fast receding shore, or catch the least glimpse of the waving handkerchief. We hurried to our cabin, and in the noisy confusion of “ main sail haul” resigned ourselves to that lethe of the soul, sea sickness. The ship Hector is a fine vessel of about four hundred tons burthen, and a good sailer. Her accommodations are excellent; the captain (Gillender) friendly and attentive, and desirous of meeting the wishes of his passengers in every thing reasonable. The fare was of the best quality, with more variety than I could have supposed it possible to furnish in the limited space of a ship. To those whose health allows them to enjoy good dinners, there was ample repast; Beef, Mutton, Poultry, and Fish, with excellent soups, and pastry; and it was surprising with what neatness, regularity, and ease, the meals were served, even amidst the wild uproar of the elements.
To those who have never been at sea, it would be difficult to convey an idea of the sensation it occasions, when you first lose sight of land, to find yourself in a world of waters,
“ With one frail interposing plank to save,
It is then we truly feel that we are indeed children of earth, and missing our natural parent with all her rich stores of fostering blesssings, we gaze on the unbounded occan in awful wonder! We have just spoke a ship bound for Grennock, and the emotion it occasioned was pleasing and affecting. The colours were hoisted, the “star spangled banner,” floated in the air, and the joyous crew in listening attention filled the deck, whilst the captain asked the usual questions, of where are you from? whither are you bound? how long have you been out?" etcetera. The vessels seemed to hover on the breeze, and flapped their canvass wings as if they too were glad. whilst blessings to Britannia's land, poured forth from our hearts that swelled almost to bursting.
What would my dear friends say could they see me seated on deck, my writing desk resting on my lap, addressing my thoughts to them from amidst the wonders of the deep?-Oh truly did the divine Psalmist sing,
“ They that go down to the sea in ships,
The monstrous whale and grampas sport on the mountain ware, then dash into the dark abyss, then rise again, and spout
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the briny fountain high in the air;-and whilst these lord it in the flood,” the porpoises are seen to roll over, in clumsy confusion ; the playful dolphins approach so nigh that we can see their bright colours in the waters, as through a prism. When I beheld for the first time that amphibious plaything of nature, the flying fish, my thoughts immediately reverted to those beautiful lines:
" When I have seen thy snowy wing,
Oh ! it has made me proudly feel,
But, when I see that wing so bright,
How beautifully descriptive are these lines (and by what sad petversity of taste and judgment can he, who writes so well, be brought to tarnish his bright plumes by tinsel ribaldry? It is lovely to see the little fish, styled by the sailors “ Portuguese Men of War,” skim over the waters with their tiny sails of dazzling purple, fringed with pink. They look like the fleet of Oberon, sailing to those Isles with which poetic fancy has bedecked the Atlantic, “ like studs of emerald o'er a silver zone."
We have often watched, with delight, the glorious orb of day sink into the waves, and leave his crimson curtain in the west ;we have together seen this with glowing hearts from the shore at Brighton, at Ramsgate, and at Aberystwith ; but to behold it as we last evening saw it on this vast ocean! a fire of light to look upon, his burning beams stretched on the bosom of the waters, his dazzling rays streaking the azure sky with a glory of gold, its bright refulgence refracted, dancing in a million of stars on