The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository Part 110

30 25 75 36 ne. se. cloudy, lt. wd. snow h. do.

31 36 40 50 sw. w. sn. 2 in. deep. sm. rn. at nt.

cloudy, lt. wd. clear do.

Jan. 1 27 33 w. do. clear light wind do do.

2 23 28 nw. w. clear h. wind do. lt. do.

3 22 26 nw. do. cloudy lt. wd. snow do. half 4 19 50 30 nw. sw. inch of snow on a level. clear 5 23 50 28 50 w. do. lt. wd. cloudy h. do. clear 6 27 75 39 25 sw. w. lt. wd. do. h. do clear lt. do.

7 17 22 50 n. w. cloudy lt. wd. clear do.

RESULTS OF METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS.

FOR DECEMBER 1796.

Mean temperature of the thermometer at sun-rise 28 6 Do. do. of the do. at 3 P.M. 43 62 Do. do. for the whole month 30 34 Greatest monthly range between the 6th and 24th 35 25 Do. do. in 24 hours, between the 19th and 20th 21 30 Warmest day the 6th 45 75 Coldest do. the 24th 20 50

5 Days it rained, and a considerable quant.i.ty has fallen.

4 Do. it snowed, and nearly 6 inches has fallen.

25 Do. the wind was at the observation hours, to the Westward of north and south.

6 Do. the do. do. Eastward of do.

13 Do. it was clear at the observation hours.

10 Do. it was cloudy at the do. do.

21 Do. the Mercury was at or below freezing at sun-rise.

N.B. On the 6th inst. there was a plentifull rain, the first of any consequence, since the 3d of October.

_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._

TO THE SETTING SUN.

I.

Ah! whither fli'est thou, fair retiring light-- Why fade those rays that shone 'ere while so bright?

Now o'er the wave thy sinking glories stream, And now---ah now!---we lose thy latest beam.

II.

Dost thou to Neptune's pearly courts repair, And view the lovely Nereids sporting there; With thy fair beams illume the coral groves, Where Triton's wander and where Thetis roves.

III.

Or dost thou shed in other worlds thy ray, And give to other climes a new-born day?

What joy, what transports wait thy glad return, When thro' the clouds of Night breaks forth the Morn.

IV.

Yet those there are who hate thy cheering beam--- In whose dark b.r.e.a.s.t.s no rays of pleasure gleam: Who, from thy bright approach unwelcome run, "And sigh in shades, and sicken at the sun."

V.

Thus once was I, with heavy grief opprest, The morn no pleasure gave, the night no rest; Till cheering Friends.h.i.+p lent her beaming ray, And all was pleasure with the opening day.

CLARA.

New-York, Oct. 12, 1796.

[[The quoted line "And sigh in shades, and sicken at the sun" is from Shenstone, _Elegy 26_ ("I sigh in...").]]

THE ADIEU--TO A FAVOURITE GROVE.

Whilst dreary Winter clothes the Landscape round, And sober Eve her dusky mantle veers; Here let me studious on this rising mound Recline, and give to yonder stream my tears.

Yon pleasing plain, yon sweetly swelling hill, Which oft with rapture did my eyes invite; Yon dale irriguous, and yon purling rill Shall soon be vanish'd to my ravish'd sight.

Yon shady bow'rs wherein I oft was wont, With sportive youths to spend some votive hours, Yon splendid mansion, and yon lovely font, No more are cheer'd by Sol's refulgent pow'rs.

This lovely dome, this academic shade, This pleasing grove, O! I must bid adieu; But still each image shall be bright pourtray'd, Rush on the Muse in pleasing fancied view;

Yes, yes, tho' to those scenes I bid farewel, In ocular sight perchance to view no more; Yet the mind's eye shall ever pleasing dwell, And paint each beauty with extatic lore.

_An Elegy to the Memory of a Friend._

When worthless grandeur swells the trump of fame, And venal t.i.tles on the marble s.h.i.+ne, To breathe its tribute to a worthy name, Should not the task, O, generous muse, be thine.

If e'er the breast with pity p.r.o.ne to bleed, The gentle feelings, or the judgment strong, Deserv'd, sweet maid, the tribute of thy meed; 'Tis due to him to whom these lines belong.

Lamented shade! by thee was once possest Whate'er has genius on her sons bestow'd; The smoothest manners, and the tend'rest breast, The tonge, whence wisdom's purest dictates flow'd!

'Twas thine, the seeds of modest worth to rear, And from misfortune's brow the cloud to chace, Of poverty the lonely cot to cheer.

And to the troubled spirit whisper peace.

Of truth thou boldly strove to spread the reign, Of superst.i.tion's night disperse the gloom, To virtue's n.o.blest exercises train, And for a brighter world the soul to plume.

But ah! full fast our sickly comforts fade, The brightest prospects bloom but to decay: Too soon for us heaven bade disease invade, And call'd to its bless'd scenes thy soul away.

No more we hear thy voice, with comfort fraught, Nor in thy harmless wit soft pleasure find: Mule is that tongue, the n.o.blest truths that taught, And cold the breast that warm'd for human kind.