mathematical skill was exhibited in the next truncated cone; for the chest and shoulders, by dint of squaring, straining, throwing out, pulling back, stuffing, and padding, were brought to a most magnificent breadth and fulness, and formed a noble commencement of the figure, which the body now assumed, in its elegant expansion over and around the lungs and heart, and its equally elegant contraction, produced by strong bandages and straps, in the meaner neighborhood of the stomach. The same admirable succession of shapes, enlarged in the beginning and diminishing regularly toward the end, was continued down to the heel of the boot; which not being susceptible of pain, like the preceding subjects of scientific operation, was brought exactly into the desired form, and preserved from losing it, by a well-fastened piece of iron, in the precise shape of that, which is usually put under the foot of a horse or an ass.

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When our benefactor (for who is not indebted to him?) had proceeded thus far on the road to perfection, he might have safely and quietly reposed, under the shade of the laurels that he had gathered; but it is the part of "rich genius,' 'to throw in another dole," "after it has already done enough and more than enough." He chose to add ornament to proportion, and grace to elegance. Happily at this stage in the progress of discovery, the wonder and monarch of the deep made his appearance in the vicinity of our shores. Ever intent on gaining useful ideas from all quarters, our inventor joined the throng, which hastened to Gloucester, to see the farfamed serpent of the ocean. While in silent admiration he bebeheld the majestic and graceful movements, and the elegant contour of this most dignified inhabitant of the waters, the illumination of genius flashed upon his mind-vivid and forcible as lightning. More transported, than was Pythagoras at the discovery which demanded a hecatomb,-he exclaimed Eureeka! Henceforth, O sovereign of the waves, the lord of the land shall appear with suitable majesty, for he shall imitate thy noble port, and magnificent adornments!

The joys of successful discovery, and the dull matter-of-fact

business of applying it, form an admirable contrast. In the one, the rapt soul soars above all common concerns, and beyond all near periods of time. In the other, she descends to every poor vulgar substance and instrument, and is pinned down to the pitiful present. As a bathos must thus actually occur after some of the most sublime emotions of the mind, you will excuse it in these pages, when you see the description, which I am now about to give, of the simple means, by which under the guidance of powerful genius, the human form was raised from its advanced state, to absolute perfection. Its general proportions having been established, nothing but a little embellishment was wanted. This was attained, by exactly copying the bunches or protuberances which extended along the back of the serpent. The hair was suffered to grow till it formed a thick mop behind the head. The next bunch was made by a stuffing in the cravat. After this succeeded stiff quilting and whale-bone bracers over the shoulders, which brought out those emblems and instruments of strength in noble projection. The same process was continued down to the feet, and extended to almost every part of the body. When our patron had thus spread grace and beauty over his person, he presented himself in public, marching in a gait which closely resembled the sublime, slow, vibratory motion of the serpent. Universal admiration was the immediate consequence. The worshippers of the fair were thrown into terrible consternation, for they saw that after the appearance of the charms which were now exhibited, they must be considered but as hideous monsters. They were however soon relieved from absolute despair, for the author of these noble inventions communicated them at the next meeting of the Chapter, in order that they might be generally diffused for the benefit of mankind. This benevolent work was soon begun, but, strange to tell, it met almost insuperable obstacles from prejudice and self-indulgence.

The noble art thus perfected, was stigmatized as foppery, and many men were found, who were too sensual to bear the pain and government of appetite, which the system involved;

as if every important advantage were not attended by some inconveniences. Yet the resolute members of the Imperial Chapter have steadily pursued their good course. By persuasion and example they slowly extend the benefits of dandyism, and, as far as possible they afford protection to all its votaries. On some of the principal members in a neighbouring city being informed by the correspondence of our secretary, that we were associated in a club for mutual advantage and encourage'ment, the fact was made known at a general meeting, and it was immediately sesolved to send to New-Haven, a deputation who should be duly authorized to admit as many of us as should accept the proffered honour, into the Imperial Chapter. You will readily believe that none of us shrunk from a union with this illustrious order. Thus the long course of mortifications, slander, suffering, and privation, that we have endured, has terminated in the highest advancement. Under the great advantages which our new relation gives, and the powerful protection afforded us, our future course will be smooth and rapid. "The gales of prosperity" shall waft us joyfully along" in the full tide of successful experiment." Obloquy and detraction shall "hide their diminished heads." I now address you for the last time-henceforth we "shall have no need to proclaim our triumphs; they will be felt in the silence of universal" admiration.

Yours, with much consideration,

CONCINNUS.

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**We have received a poem, from a Correspondent to whom we are already much indebted. As it will occupy more than one number, and as it would materially injure it to be divided; we shall postpone Tuesday's paper to Friday, and then present our readers with the communication entire.

THE MICROSCOPE.

EDITED BY A FRATERNITY OF GENTLEMEN.

NEW-HAVEN, (Conn.) published By A. H. MALTBY & CO.

No. 21.]

TUESDAY, MAY 30, 1820.

THE SUICIDE.

'TWAS where a Granite-cliff high beetling tower'd
Above the billows of the western main,
Deep in a grot, by sable yews embower'd,
A youth retir'd to ponder and complain.
'Twas near the night fall of a winter's day,
The sun was hid in clouds of dunnest gloom,
Before the north-wind rose the whitening spray,
And the loud breakers roar'd the sailor's doom.
Dark, sullen, gloomy as the scene around,
The soul that harbour'd in that youthful breast,
To him the wild roar was a soothing sound,
The only one, could hush his woes to rest.
His was a soul that once was warm and kind—
That once could love with gentlest purest flame,
So mild, so lovely was his infant mind,

His cheek ne'er redden'd with the blush of shame.

But never could he brook the frown of pride,
This was the killing stroke that smote his heart,
All other wounds of fortune he defied,

This

This to him was death's envenom'd dart.
He felt himself too good to crouch and bend
Before the man whose only boast was birth,
Oh! he would sooner his own bosom rend
Than bow before the haughtiest lord of earth.
There was a savage sternness in his breast,
No half way passion could his bosom move;

None e'er by him were scorn'd and then caress'd, His was all gloomy hate or glowing love.

Those whom he scorn'd, he pass'd unheeded by, He never lur'd a foe with artful wile,

But when a friend or lover met his eye,

Each word was sweetness, and each look a smile.
He once could love, but oh! that time was o'er,
His heart was now the seat of Hate alone,
As peaceful-is the wintry tempests roar,
As cheerful-torture's agonizing groan.

He would have lov'd, had not his frozen heart
Suspected every form tho' e'er so fair,
How could he love when rack'd by every smart,
And all the gloomy horrors of despair?
Insult him-he was wilder than the storm-
His blood in boiling vengeance thro' him rush'd-
And those who tho't they trampled on a worm,
Soon found an adder, in the form they crush'd.
In dissipation he had revell'd long,

Had known the wildest paths that vice e'er trod,
He roam'd seduc'd by Pleasures syren song,
Until he hated man, himself, and God.

He hated man, because he tho't a foe
Smil'd in each scene, or lurk'd in every path,
He scorn'd himself, for he had sunk so low,
He hated God, because he fear'd his wrath.
So warm his passions, and so stern his will,
So wild and yet so tender was his eye,
So warp'd his heart to every thing that's ill,
He was not fit to live-much less to die.

The wind that whistled, round the gloomy walls,
The billows roaring on the rocks below,
The trickling drop that freezes as it falls;
Seem'd warm and cheerful as that child of woe.

Oft have I seen this youth pass heedless by,