While our right witty, and dearly beloved, the TRANSLATOR of ANACREON, was delighting a festive group with sentiment and song, during one of the evenings of his sojourn in Philadelphia, the following complimentary verses, written for the occasion, were sung by one of our sweetest minstrels. The company was indebted for the composition to our entertainer, a gentleman of this city, whose wit is as bright as his wine, and whose powers of entertainment are not confined to the banquet he spreads.-Dennie.

SONG.

As Jove in good humour was taking his glass, And lounging at ease, in his vast wicker chair; His cronies delighted the red goblet pass,

And music and merriment ring through the air.

While jesting and laughter and song were in turn,

And all strove to heighten the general mirth; Jove bellow'd aloud" What is that I discern?" And instantly added-" Why there goes the earth."

All ran to the window to see us glide by;Then seated again, the chat fell upon menMomus talk'd of the days, when Joy liv'd in the eye,

And said we should never see such days again.

"And why may they not?" jolly Bacchus replied,

"Let Jupiter send them ANACREON down; His name is remember'd with honor and pride, His presence will give to the world new re

The gods all agree-'tis an excellent thought,
And second the motion, by Bacchus thus made;
But Jupiter set their opinions at naught
And thus the great king of the gods gravely
said:

"I love well these mortals, though sometimes they err,

And blessings abundant upon them will pour; The promise thus made, not an instant defer, You ask for ANACREON, but I will give MOORE."

SMOKING A SEGAR.

IN THE MANNER OF MILTON.

PROPP'D in an elbow chair, Fumoso sat,
With legs divaricating, and with heels
Recumbent on the stove's projecting plate.
Around his head, in sombrous volumes roll'd
The clouds of pungent smoke, from volute leaf
Of plant perfum'd, delicious with the scent
Of od❜rous bean, dear bought, and brought from
far!

His head sublime, thrown back in lofty state,
The ceiling's height contemplates; nor disturb'd
Its musing trance, except betimes to squirt
The sputtering streams of bland saliva off.
Nor minds the plaints of Betty or of Jack,
For brass resplendent sullied; or the spots
That mar the nicely blacken'd, shining face
Of Franklin's economic fount of heat.

While on the mantle stands the cheering glass
Of Gallic cordial, temper'd with the stream
Of limpid Schuylkill, which erewhile he sips,
And feels his soul expand, and dreams of bliss
Supreme, in Fancy's airy visions lost.

In his mind's eye he sees the blooming fair
Simper, or smile upon him;-she, for whom

He almost would resign the fragrant fumes
Of lov'd segar, and purify his breath.

But now ambition fires his swelling thoughts,
With schemes of public good. He dares to court
And win the people's voice. The senate hears
His voice, resounding in her spacious hall,
And patriots listen, while Fumoso rails.
His hand aloft extending, wav'd sublime
In circle bold-alas! the blazing top

Of taper sunk it strikes-the light's extinct! His knuckles too are sing'd!—the charm dissolves!

His last segar begins to scorch his lip;

The drowsy watchman bellows "dwelf a glock!"
Fumoso starts! relumes the extinguish'd wick,
*And sadly silent seeks the sweets of sleep.
Sic transit gloria mundi.

QUIZ.

* A remarkable instance of alliteration!! plau

dite lectores.

SCRIB.

REFLECTIONS IN THE CITY.

PEACE to the restless Timon, who frequents Sequestered groves, and solitary streams, Breathing disgust with man, and

rage against
Th' o'erwhelming follies of an insane world.
His heart o'erflows with charity for brutes;
But man he meets with frowns. Nature's attire
His pencil decorates, with ev'ry charm
That fancy can create. But human life,
It's foibles heighten'd, and it's vices drawn
With studied zeal, it's comforts and it's joys
Forgot, or hid in gloomy shades, presents
A cell of madmen and a den of thieves.
He rather courts the thicket's deep recess,
Well suited to his mournful strains. Reptiles,
Whose sight is loathsome to the common eye,
Nourish in him that train of gloomy thought,
Congenial to his soul's misanthropy.

Though from my heart I pity his mistake,
I like not frowns nor stings. I seek with joy
The noisy stir of men, the city's crowd,
And, while I travel through the changing

scenes

That human life presents me, still I find

The amplest source of knowledge and delight