country, this friend to all mankind, of whom it is pleasant for the writer to sing with the Roman Poet. Detur Corona, et Respieblica Salva Est. THE GENIUS, A TALE. On Western road 'bout midway down, Whose verdant banks with plenty teem, For she had liv'd sometime in town T. N. "For we have hundred's now in store "My son," said she, "I've brought to you "Be sure you learn him all you can; She stopt him short. "I do not know J DAVIS. ACROSTIC. Go get thee gone thou false deluding bait J. LOVELOCK. The Amusing Chronicle is published at No. 6, Gilbert's Passage, Portugal street, and served at the houses of the subscribers, in the same manner as newspapers and magazines. G. Stobbs, Printer, AMUSING CHRONICLE, a Weekly Repository for MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. THE holiday tourist, who, like the ephemeral fly, just sports his day and then is heard no more, will tell his friends of the noble mansion he met with in his way-who raised the dome, and by what hands adorned,-of sumptuous hangings, vases, statues, and of pictures ranged from Guido down to Gainsborough, and more beside-what hundreds have described before; but he will seldom charm the ear and warm the heart with tales of soft humanity, or point the way to make the wretched happy: the economy of the post-road host, or the conduct of travellers like himself, afford but short lessons to improve the mind:would he sometimes stray into the obscure parts of the village, and remark the manners of less splendid life, it is possible he might collect something more to his credit;-if it be but the conduct of the husbandman to his little family,-the industry of the cleanly mother in her domestic concerns-the modest demeanour of her pretty girls, and the tractableness of his growing boys; the ways of the agriculturist, and the produce of his toils,-all these may afford him subjects for more improving description. The means I own are humble, but the bee draws liquid treasure from the nettle flower, and honey from the blossom of the coarse mallow; the ant will seek her dinner in the dust, and the wild-bird in the clefts of the rudest rock, when palaces and gaudy domes never court the wild-bird to her comforts, or yield the active pismire a single grain, or by their colours attract the busy bee to sweetness. Macpherson, Printer, Russell Court, Covent Garden. |