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cure. Instead of rouge, let them use moderate exercise, which will raise a natural bloom in their cheek, inimitable’ by art. Ingenious candour and unaffected good humour will give an openness to their countenance, that will make them universally agreeable. A de. sire of pleasing will add a fire to their eyes, and breathing the morning air at sunrise will give their lips a vermillion hue. That amiable vivacity which they now possess, may be hap- pily heightened and preserved if they avmd late hours and card playing, as well as novel reading by candlelight, but not otherwise; for the first gives the face a drowsy, disagreeable aspect; the second, is a mother of wrinkles; and the third is a fruitful source of weak eyes and sallow complexion. A white hand is a very desirable ornament, and a hand can no. yer be white unless it be kept clean; nor is this all, for ifa young lady w0uld excell her com- panions in this respect she must keep her hands in constant motion,‘which will occasion the blood to circulate freely, and have a wonder- ful effect. The motion recommended is work- ingatherneedle, brushing up the house and twirling the distafi'.”

THE COTTAGE CONTRAST.

Nulla est sincera voluptas Solicitumque aliquid laatis intervenit.

HadI theleast of little farms,

A chatty wife to bless my arms,

A chubby child to frisk and play,

To sleep all night and romp all day,

A snug thacthed house, though small, yet warm, Adog to bark in case ofharm,

A sturdy horse, a good fat cow,

The last to milk, the first to plough,

A fine fat pig, a pleasing book,

An honest friend, a babbling brook,

A distant church its chimes to ring,

A neighbouring wood for birds to sing,

’ A garden gay. a swarm of bees,

A' dabbling (lurk, some. gabbling geese, A cackling hen, a crowing cock,

A cask ofale, a kitchen clock,_..

Had I but these, then, free from cares, I‘d laugh, and sing, and say my prayers; Happy to live, content to die,

What prince more truly blest than I?

Then grant, kind Fortune, if you please, I may be gratified with these; Man wants but little more, I guess, Nor should he be content with less- Unhappy man ! ’tis sad to see Thy various turns of destiny ! ’Twixt good and ill for ever lost, From pleasure still to misery tost : Through life’s dark Wilderness we grape, Depressed by fear, revived by hope; Still pouring o’er the text we look, Till death steps in and shuts the book. Thrice hlest, indeed, had mortals been, lffriends forever might remain; lfkindred and parents dear Did multiply from year to year; The old remain the young increase, In circling harmony and peace.

The lots of man two pitchers till;

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THg BRITISH AMERICAN.

One holds ms'godd, and one the ill?

No mortal yet could ever drain

The Cup of ple’is'ure free from pain ; Nor ever pain 'fill up the measure Without somé‘icorresponding pleasure— The wisest seem content to quafi‘

A mixture fair of half and half.

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As precious gems, opaque and dark, Condensed retain their native spark, Till science pomts the artful way To liberate the slumb’ring ray, Then, sparkling o’er some sordid foil, Its beaming splendors gaily smile"; So to comparison we owe one half our sense of weal Thus sun and rain, thus 1 Alternate fill the circling Thus youth and age, thus strength,disease. With smiles and tears, and toil and ease Together mixed, combine, compound, Connect and fill the mortal round; And on their systematic strife pepends the balanced beam of life. Content and health, two standing dishes, Compose the best of human wishes. This happy medium understood Leads in its train each earthly good; For sweet content, wherec’er she goes, Brings peace of mind and sound repose, And health attends on every station, With exercise and moderation ; And blest are those that early find This equal balance of the mind, Nor high, nor low, nor rich, nor poor, in worth and innocence secure!

But Wit ’tis said when best is brief: ’Tis very true—so turn the leaf.

Now we’ll proceed the scene to vary, To view my life when quite contrary.

My barking dog begins to bite;

My chubby child cries all the night; My sturdy horse has got the glaiulcrs; The fox devours my geese and gun lcrs; My fine fat pig has got the measles; My hens are worried by the weasles; The ducks destroy my garden seeds, And all my flowers are choked with wecls; My cackling co'ck forgets to crow;

My kitchen clock forgets to go; [ncessant rains drown all my wheat; My honest friend turns out a cheat;

My chatty wife begins to rail;

The thunder sours my cask of ale; My cow, unconscious, gravely stalks And along my gravel walks;

My pig, to scratch his measly rump, Mistakes my beehive for a stump, Andjvidieii the indignant realm rebels, Continues in their cells; Thejarring screams of birds attest Some truant schoolboy robs their nest; My distant chimes nocturnal toll

A requiem to some rustic soul;

My snug thatched house, oh! sad to tell, Instead of home, is grown a hell;

And discord dire and worse alarms

Assail the worst of wretched farms. Despair ensues, and mental ease

And health gives place to slow disease; Condemned to live, afraid to die, ’ What mortal half so cursed as I!

Like learned judge, with serious face, The moral now sums up the case, ‘ And calls on wisdom to decide o i From counsel heard on either side. ' Wisdom attends, but first with awe, Adjusts his wig, then gives the law;

Let reason early take the rein, And over Sense its sway maintain; For, if too close yourjoys you cluster, You’ll find they’ll lose their wanted lustre, Leaving behind the sad remains Of gelling grief and endless pains.

Columbian Csntinal.

RUSSlA V PRIN C ESS.

Many of our readers are doubtless acquainted with the name of the Swiss doctor, Michael Schuppach, of Lenguan, in the Emmenthaf, who was highly celebrated and much in vogue in the last century. He is mentioned by Arch- deacon Doxe, in his travels to Switzerland, who himselfconsulted him. This was a time when people of distinction and fortune came to him, particularly from France and Germany, and even from some distant countries; and in- numerable are the cures which he performed upon patients given up by the regular physi- cians. 'I here were once assembled in Mr. Schuppach’s laboratory, a great many distin- tinguished persons from all parts of the world, partly to consult him, and partly out of curiosio ty; and among them many French ladies and gentlemen, and a Russian Prince, with his daughter, whose singular beauty attracted ge. neral attention. A young French marquis at- tempted for the amusement of the ladies, to display his wit on the miraculous doctor: but the latter though not much acquainted with the French language, answered so pertinently, that the marquis had the laugh on his side. During this conversation an old peasant en- tered, meanly dressed with a snow white heard. a neighbour of Schuppach’s. Schuppach di- rectly turned away from his great company to his old neighbour, and hearing that his wife was ill, set about preparing the necessary me- dicine for her, without paying much attention to his more exalted guests. whose business he did not think so pressing. The marquis was now deprived of one subject of his wit, and therefore chose forhis butt the old man, who was waiting' while his neighbour Michael was preparing somthing‘ for his old Mary. After many silly jokes on his long white heard, he offered a wager oftwelve Ioius’ dors, that none

fellow. The Russian Princess hearing these words, made a sign to her attendant, who brought her a plate. The princess put twelve louis‘ dors on it, and had it carried to the mar- quis, who of course could not decline adding twelve others. Then the fair Russian went in to the old peasant with the long beard, and said, “permit me, venerable father, to salute you afterthe fashion of my country." Se ing this, embraced him and gave him a iss. She then presented him with the gold which was on the plate, with these words, “Tel!” this asa remembrance of me, and as a sign that the Russian girls think it their duty to honour old age.”

AnecdotsZ—An Irish paper gives the following

of the ladies would kiss the old dirty looking ’