Miss CONYERS was the pride and admiration of her native city. She was amiable and pious:-she was frank, without being familiar; gay, without levity; and enlightened without being pedantic: she was dignified without austerity, and elegant without affectation. All esteemed, and many loved her.-That Miss CONYERS should have such numerous admirers excited less surprise than that any one should see without admiring her.

Lieut. GIBBON was the idol of his family. His short life had been full of enterprise. At the taking of the frigate Philadelphia, he was thrown into prison and detained for many months among the savages of Tripoli. On his return he met Miss CONYERS, and became a candidate for her affections. After struggling for some years against numberless impediments, just before this fatal accident, he was elated with the prospect of succeeding.

Lieut. GIBBON and his mother* were together at the theatre. On the first alarm, lieut. GIBBON darted out with his mother, and placed her in safety, at a distance; then rushed back into the theatre, caught Miss CONYERS in his arms, and was bearing her down the staircase, when the steps gave way and a body of flame swept them to eternity.

We cannot reflect on the fate of this young man without tears of sympathy and admiration. He had saved her who gave him existence, and was destroyed in the attempt to rescue her, who alone could make that existence happy. His mourning relatives have the consolation of reflecting that his life was spotless; his death honourable, and the last moments of his earthly pilgrimage were devoted to exploits of glory.

UNHAPPY SUFFERERS BY THIS AWFUL CONFLAGRATION! Let us entreat you all to treasure up this maxim of the poet

66 TO BEAR, IS TO CONQUER OUR FATE."

Fortitude is the noblest, the most enviable of virtues: Blest with Fortitude, disease cannot depress, nor slander torture us;-Fortitude disarms poverty of its bitterness, and death of its sting. The wretch,-deserted by the world,-friendless, naked and hungry,— is rich and happy while he retains this blessing. Fortitude is more powerful than the grave, for it enables us to triumph over it;--

* Of this fact we are assured in two letters:-one from Mr. Placide, and the other published in Lang's Gazette, New-York.

stronger than love, for it sustains us when deprived of the objects of our affection;-more estimable than the universe, for, strengthened by Fortitude we look with composure upon its wreck. Cherish this virtue and be happy. Remember that your calamity has only hastened a little the fate which none can delay or evade. Comfort yourselves with the assurance that their passing before us to eter-nity will lessen our regret when we shall be compelled to follow them; and turn the dread catastophre to profit, by believing that the horrors which attended their departure may have been destined but to warn the unthinking, and to prepare us all for the enjoyment of a world that exists for ever, and charms as long as it

exists.