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But Virtue is a sweeter flow'r

Than ever deck'd the wildest grove; And Beauty fades before its pow'r,

Nor leads our tranquil soul to love.

In Fancy's wildest mood I came,

And oh, I wish'd supremely blest Each ardent soul that fann'd the flame,

And sweetly bade my bosom rest.

Thou once gay rose-bud of the North,

Bright, blooming, as the summer morn;
Now NATURE 'S CALL'D THY BEAUTIES FORTH,

AND TWO SWEET BUDS THY STEM ADORN.

Oh were I but the hand of Heav'n,

How kindly would I lend my aid; No storms should round thy bow'r be driv'n, · Nor thy mild beauties ever fade.

EDWARD.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.—THE WISH SUPPRESSED.

Why, lady, why that tongue restrain,

Which should each dawning thought express? That breast, where truth and goodness reign,

Ah! why its blameless wish suppress?

Silence, in vain, those lips assails,

And steals thy voice's melting sound: Though there the sweet expression fails,

Its brilliant in thine eyes is found

And only proves, bewitching fair!

Humility too lends its spell, When Beauty and Attractions rare

With Piety and Virtue dwell.

For, not the throb enthusiasts feel,

Meek Charity's celestial glow,

Nor perfume, which the zephyrs steal,

In groves where modest violets blow,
More spotless purity can claim,

Than what thine ev'ry thought inspires.
Thy wish ne'er dimm’d Devotion's flame,

Nor chill'd Religion's vestal fires.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

The following little pieces were published in a western paper, some time ago; if they have enough of merit to appear in The Port Folio, the author will be gratified to see them preserved in so elegant a repository of taste and learning

TO A SOLITARY ROSE FOUND IN A FOREST.

Sweet Rose! I found thee in a forest wild;

But ah! I pluck'd thee in thy morning bloom;
And now thy fragrance, once so sweetly mild,

And blushing folds, shall wither ere thy noon,
And leave a parent stock to mourn her fallen child.
The red-bird of the wild will find thee gone:-

And chant thy requiem from the drooping thorn;
For when the dew-drops on thy bosom shone,

He hail'd thee, blushing to the rising morn,

And joy'd to breathe thy fragrant breath alone. Manheim, (Penn.)

: J. E.

TO THE PLANET VENUS.

Whene'er my soul shall feel the tie,

The darkling tie to earth, unbound,
On angel wings, O may she hie

To wander through the stellar bound;
And find a welcome home, though far,
In yonder brightly beaming star.

Fond star! beneath thy lustre bright,

How oft the fervent vow is given;
As from thy streaming urn of light,

The beams of love are shed from Heaven.*

Shine on fair Orb) thy rays shall oft
Be witness to the dalliance soft,

The mingling bliss and raptures sweet,

When lovers, 'neath thy pale light meet. Manheim, (Penn.)!

J. E.

MORTUARY.

Died, at Macao, in China, on the 16th of August last, GEORGE BIDDLE, Esquire, late of Philadelphia, at the age of thirty-two years.

It is with deep regret that we record the premature loss of this amiable and excellent gentleman, which at once carries affliction to the bosom of a numerous family, and is lamented by a wide circle of affectionate friends. To his relatives he was endeared by the warmth and sincerity of his attachments_by filial love and paternal affection-by all the tenderest charities of domestic virtue. Among his associates he was cherished for the estimable qualities of the heart,—the generous liberality of his temper,—his frank and manly independence of spirit, and the high and honourable integrity of his character. During a long residence in China, his excellent education, the politeness of his maħners, and the uniform propriety of his conduct, acquired for him the distinguished respect of natives as well as foreigners. Whilst his example thus contributed to sustain the national reputation amidst the jealousy of commercial rivals, he was enabled by his information to render essential services to

• The doctrine of astral influence is sufficiently accurate for the poel.If the propitious influence of Venus infuses into the bosom the amorous propensity, we may well say, that she sheds the light of love from Heaven. Were 1 to project a boroscope for a choice spirit, I could wish to give him three shines of Mars, a half of Mercury, and at least half a dozen of Venus.

his less experienced countrymen. With what disinterested cordiality that assistance was always given, can be attested by many who have profited from his counsels, or shared his hospitality; and all his companions will remember, with mingled feelings of regret and consolation, the unassuming worth which distinguished him in every domestic and social relation.

Died, on the first of February last, aged 56, Mr. GEORGE Bickham. It would be an act of injustice to public and private worth to permit this excellent citizen to descend to the oblivion of the grave, without a tribute of respect to his memory. In conducting extensive mercantile transactions for many years, he maintained an unspotted character. In all the relations of religious, civil and social life, he was sincere, punctual, faithful and just. In domestic life he was gentle, kind, affectionate and exemplary. During a tedious illness, he was patient, often pleasant, and always resigned. “ Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright; for the latter end of that man is peace."

TO READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS.

We shall comply with the wishes of Z. Z.

The letter from the University of Vermont shall have an early insertion.

The poetical communications of N. T. E. and Carril, are under consideration, as are also the poem on Hope, and another on Friendship

The papers of our correspondent at New York shall be disposed of as he desires; and we shall be pleased at receiving the sketches which he promises.

The contribution from Newbern shall receive due atten

gion,

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