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DR. CURRIE.

This distinguished author and physician, relates the following incident, in a letter to Walter Scott. It cannot fail, we believe, to interest every reader. He had previously been speaking of the ballad of Annan Water, which is founded on a similar story.

"I once, in my early days," says the Biographer of Burns, " heard (for it was night, and I could not see) a traveller drowning, not in the Annan itself, but in the firth of Solway, close by the mouth of that river. The influx of the tide had unhorsed him in the night, as he was passing the sands from Cumberland. The west wind blew a tempest, and according to the common expression, brought in the water, three feet abreast. The traveller got upon a standing net, a little way from the shore. There he lashed himself to the post, shouting for half an hour for assistance, 'till the tide rose over his head. In the darkness of night, and amid the pauses of the hurricane, his voice heard at intervals, was exquisitely mournful. No one could go to his assistance-No one knew where he was.-The sound seemed to proceed from the Spirit of the waters. But morning rose, the tide had ebbed, and the poor traveller was found lashed to the pole of the net, and bleaching to the wind."

NEW PUBLICATIONS.

At the commencement of this paper, it was intended to present a catalogue of all the publications, that came within our knowledge. The first attempt however at framing one, convinced us that it would occupy more space than could possibly be allotted to it. We shall therefore give the titles of those works merely, which are interesting or worthy of notice, either as to the matter they contain, their execution, or any other circumstances which may be considered worthy of comment. Original American Publications will be designated with an asterisk.

Horace in London, by the authors of Rejected Addresses.

Cummings & Hilliard (Boston) Eastburn, Kirk, & Co. (New-York.) We have understood, that the name of the authors of this pleasing work is SMITH. They are brothers.

The Bridal of Triermain, or the Vale of St. John.-A Lover's Tale, in

three Cantos.

Inskeep & Bradford.

The Pleasures of Memory with additions (including several new Poems.) SAMUEL ROCERS, Esq. Inskeep & Bradford. Saurin's Sermons, translated by Robinson, Hunter and Sutcliffe. 2nd American Edition. Vol. 1st.

Wm. J. M'Cartee, (Schenectady.)

This Volume deserves distinguished notice for the elegance of its paper and typography. It is printed in this city.

* The Life of General William Eaton.

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The Works of the Right. Hon. Edmund Burke. Vol. 5th Edited by the Right Rev. Walker (not William, as is stated by the publisher) King, D. D. Lord Bishop of Rochester.

Eastburn, Kirk & Co.

We regret, that it is not in our power to bestow unqualified praise on the execution of this work. The writings of Mr. Burke are destined for immortality, and must increase in value according as we recede from the times in which he lived. They ought accordingly to be preserved in a lasting and elegant form. The printing of this volume is done by Mr. Van Winkle, of NewYork, and is executed with his usual neatness. The paper however, is of an inferiour quality, and of such a nature, as to be any thing but durable. The same observation will apply to several of the preceding publications that we have named. The 6th vol. of the Works of Mr. Burke is in the press.

Travels in Greece, Egypt and the Holy Land. Section first. Two Editions, 8vo. & 12mo.

Dr. CLARKE.

Whiting & Watson, (New-York.)

In turning over the pages of this interesting publication, we accidentally noticed the following observation in the Appendix.— “No. II. This article being merely a " Catalogue of Manuscripts ❝on daily sale in the cities of the East" with their titles in the "Turkish and Arabic Tongues, it is thought would be of not "the least interest to any body whatever, and therefore it is omit❝ted." Waving all remarks on the elegance of the phraseology, we would merely call the attention of our readers to the alarming height, to which the mutilation of re-published works is carried in this country, and of which the above citation is an instance. The respectability of the gentlemen, whose names are affixed to the title page, at once indicates, that the custom is not considered improper, and that booksellers claim and exercise the right to offer works to the American public, with such omissions as

they shall judge proper. We have the misfortune, however, of altogether dissenting from this opinion. Such conduct appears to us to be neither more nor less, than a literary fraud. It is offering a part, for the whole, and can never be defended in any way, except when the omissions are stated in the title page, so that the purchaser may know at a glance, whether the work is complete or not. With respect to the article in question, we are willing to allow, that its republication is not of much importance, but we must add, that there are some persons in the United States, who are acquainted with the Arabic and Turkish Languages, and to whom the omitted catalogue would be an object of curiosity. While on this subject, it is proper to observe, that the publisher of Childe Harolde's Pilgrimage, has been guilty of a similar fault. In the appendix to the English Edition, there are several columns of Ancient and Modern Greek, which the noble author has published to exhibit the alterations, that time has caused in this language. In the American copy, they are to be sought for in vain. For this, no palliation can be offered. There are certainly a sufficient number of persons, who are acquainted with the Greek Language, and to whom this comparison would be highly interesting. In the duodecimo edition of Clarke's Travels, the Appendix, together with the additional Notes, comprising severál pages of letter press, are altogether omitted. It is absolutely the imperious duty of the reading public, to frown on any impositions (for such they can alone be called) of this nature. The patronage which booksellers are daily receiving, ought to teach them to be more grateful, and at least give to their customers what they promise.

The paper of both the editions is execrable, and is absolutely a disgrace to the trade. We hope however that these remarks will not prevent the perusal of this valuable publication of Dr. Clarke's. In interest, it is inferior to no volume of travels, that modern times has produced, and is totally free from the fault of his former production.

We shall shortly take occasion, to observe on an opposite, but not less offensive mode of re-printing foreign works; that of employing Editors who revise, amend, alter, and not unfrequently interpolate their observations, among those of the unfortunate authors consigned to their care.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

THE BANISHMENT AND RECALL OF LOVE.
AVAUNT! Rash boy, nor dare molest

The peace that triumphs in my breast,
Nor madden with thy vexing dart
The slumbering pulses of my heart!

That heavenly, but insidious smile
Thou wearest only to beguile,
For hid beneath thy shining wings,
Thou hast ten thousand, thousand stings.

Lovely, yet treach'rous foe, depart,
Or I shall clasp thee to my heart,
Shall taste thy lip's seducing kiss,
And ruin all my schemes of bliss.

For oh! if peace be bliss-'tis driv'n
From souls that tempt thy faithless heav'n,
Where hope's warm cheek grows pale with fear,
And sorrow's swells with rapture's tear.

Sooner, shall drooping summer flower
Shrink from the soft, refreshing shower,
Or hungry "falcon spare the dove"
Than peace attend the steps of love.

Go, draw thy little murd'rous bow
'Gainst bosoms cold as Zembla's snow,
But spare the tender, gen'rous breast
Where warm affections trembling rest.

Yes, hasten hence on flutt'ring wings,
And bear away thy smiles and stings;
O fly, and leave me calm and free,
For peace is mine, if thou but flee!

RECALL.

Yet, stay, return! for should'st thou fly

Earth has no wretch so curst as I;

That hideous calm I could not bear,

"Twere worse than anguish, or despair!

Better to hang on icy shrouds,

Where billows dash against the clouds,

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To a Trout on which he is about to sup.
"TWAS but this morning's sunny ray
That saw thee in the streamlet play,
Unconscious of the fearful doom
Enwove for thee in Fate's dark loom;
Unconscious that the sinking sun,
Should see thy race of being, run,
And evening shed her dewy light
On thee, inwrapp'd in endless night:
Thy life was but a cloud-a dream,
A bubble bursting on the stream-
A puff of air-a glance of thought,
A flash-a gale, a thing of nought:
Like man's thy fate-for know, that man
Can hardly boast a longer span ;
Innum'rous perils round him wait,
For him, innum'rous anglers bait;
And, spite of all the pride of thought,
Oft men, as well as fish, are caught.
Indeed, my fish, I'm fain to cry,

That thou hast been more blest than I :
Thy life was one delightful dream

Unruffled as thy native stream;

From thee, no fev'rish, slow decay,
Stole all the life of life away,

No passions' strife, no thirst of gain,
Thou felt'st, nor didst thou know of pain;
No dread hadst thou of hate or guile,
Or treach'rous friendship's pois'ning smile;

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