The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository Part 149

An old Epicure, walking one fine morning, in the meadows on the banks of a river, exclaimed with rapture at the sight of a lamb that was frisking about "pretty innocent creature, how deliciously thou wouldst eat with carrots or cauliflowers."

Sir John Salter, who died in 1605, and was a generous benefactor to the wors.h.i.+pful company of Salters, ordered, in his last will and testament, the beadles and servants of the company, to go to the church of St.

Magnus, the first week of every October, and knock upon his grave stone, with sticks and staves three times each person, and say, "How do you do brother Salter? I hope you are well."

NEW-YORK.

MARRIED,

On Sunday evening the 5th inst. at Huntington (L.I.) by the Rev. Mr.

Schenk, Mr. KETCHUM TERRY, Merchant, of this city, to Miss POLLY SNEDEKER, daughter of John Snedecker, Esq. of that place.

On Sat.u.r.day evening the 11th inst. by the Rev. Dr. Moore, WILLIAM L.

ROSE, Esq. Attorney at Law, to Miss CHARLOTTE C. SMITH, both of this city.

On Wednesday evening the 15th inst. by the Rev. Mr. Woodhill, JOHN WELLS, Esq. of this city, to Miss ELIZA LAWRENCE, daughter of Mr. Thomas Lawrence, of Newtown, Long-Island.

On Friday evening the 17th inst. by the Rev. Mr. Rattoon, HENRY C.

WILLIAMSON, to Miss MARY DANIEL, both of this city.

On Sat.u.r.day evening the 18th inst. at Jamaica (L.I.) by the Rev. Mr.

Faitoute, Mr. JAMES VAN DUYNE, of Fresh-Meadow, to Mrs. DEBORAH ALLEN, of that place.

On Tuesday evening the 21st inst. by the Rev. Mr. Banks, Mr. JAMES ANGUS, to Miss MARGARET WALKER, both of this city.

On Wednesday evening last, by the Rev. Dr. Linn, Mr. PEXCEL FOWLER, to Miss JEAN DAY, both of this city.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

[->] We acknowledge the receipt of the "EXTRACT FROM A LETTER TO MISS ****:" Likewise a "SOLUTION TO THE REBUS," which appeared in our last;--both of which were received too late for a place this week; they however, shall appear in our next. We antic.i.p.ate great improvement from the excellent observations and productions of "VIATOR;" and acknowledge our obligations to him, and all others whose merit displays such intrinsic worth.

THE EDITORS.

_METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 19th to the 25th inst._

_Thermometor observed at 6, A.M. 3, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._

deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3.

100 100 March 19 41 46 w. do. clear lt. wd. cloudy h. wd.

20 30 44 nw. do. clear lt. wd. do. do.

21 30 51 w. s. clear lt. wd. do. do.

22 42 45 se. e. clear h. wd. do. do.

23 39 56 nw. do. clear lt. wd. do. do.

24 42 46 se. do. clear h wd. rain do.

25 47 52 w. nw. ra. th. & li't. at ni. cle. h. w.

_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._

PRAYER OF MR. WYNKOOP.

Late of Kingston (Esopus) during the Loss of his Sight.

Father of light and life, Creator wise!

Great benefactor, and support of all!

In frowns and mercies, both divinely kind; While this hand chastens, that diffuses bliss, O teach my soul chearful resignation To thy will; calm content and smiling patience; Forgive my sins, then tho' deprived of vision, Of seeing thee, in all the wondrous works In air, earth, sea and skies, supreme perfection Will I kiss the rod and bless the smiter; Will I thank thy divine correcting hand, Which might have made me infinitely worse, For all the various blessings I enjoy; For tender parents, friends, relations kind, A virtuous spouse and blooming offspring; For plentious food and raiment. My soul submit, Think the decrees of Heaven are wise and just, Most beneficial to thyself, and all.

Father! thy will is best and be it done.

ELMINA; Or the +Flower+ that never +Fades+.

Fresh from their native beds I bring These images of youth and spring; Sweet flowers, whose bloom too quickly past, What pity ye no longer last.

In early dawn the Vi'let spreads, Its transient beauties thro' the meads; At close of day the maid no more Can trace, alas! her fav'rite flow'r.

At noon the rose of damask hue, She plucks, the gaudiest as it grew; An instant sees its leaves expand, The next they wither in her hand.

Yet one there is of lasting kind-- Happy the nymph this flower can find!

In never-ending sweets array'd, Whose blooming beauties never fade.

'Tis neither violet nor rose, Nor in the field nor garden grows; Fast rooted in the soul 'tis seen, And there maintains perpetual spring.

Would'st thou, 'till latest time shall end, Secure the lover and the friend; Elmina, cultivate with care, The flow'r that blows immortal there.

Perfect in soul thou'lt quit this sod, And soar aloft to meet thy G.o.d: Join hands with seraphs at the shrine, And taste of Love that's all Divine.

AN ADDRESS TO THE VOTARIES OF POESY.

+By James De-La-Cour.+