poses to publish an edition of the Old Testament in the Hebrew language, with characters which he has recently engraved. From a specimen of this edition, it appears that he has completely succeeded in giving a distinct form to such letters as have some resemblance, and in giving to the general appearance a ty pographic harmony pleasing to the eye. For the text he will follow the justly-esteemed edition of Vander Hoogt, published at Amsterdam, in 1705. Mr. Haas has already printed in Hebrew, for the use of the Jewish worship, different works, the execution of which has procured him the commendations of those most conversant with the oriental languages.

The celebrated Dr. Gall was forbidden, at Dresden, to receive any females among the subscribers to his lectures. He still continues his peregrinations with a view to estabJish his new doctrines. From Dresden he proceeded to Torgau, where he visited, with his usual success, the hospital and the house of correc. tion. From Torgau he repaired to

Halle, and thence to Jena, where he had among his auditors the duchess Anna Amelia, of Saxe Weimar, who was accompanied by the venerable Wieland.

M. Klaproth, a short time before his death, discovered that the solution of the metallic oxydes in alkalies are as easily precipitated in their metallic state, by the other metals soluble in the same alkalies, as the acid solutions of these metals are by phosphorus. He has made a very ingenious application of this process to the analysis of tin ores. In the operation, tungstein is sepa rated from tungstate of ammonia, by the addition of zinc, in the form of black flakes.

The institution for the deaf and dumb at Leipsick, is gradually becoming a most useful establishment. It contains upwards of twenty pupils, who have all learned to speak distinctly, and the most forward of whom comprehend what is said to them by the motion of the lips. They are instructed in religious knowledge, reading, writing, ac counts, &c.

But since no happy art is mine,
All vain pretensions I resign;
And simple, lowly numbers chuse,
As weakling bards are known to use,
Adapted to my humble theme,
For of no golden fruit I dream;
But from the world retir'd would be,
The world that has no charm for me.
Content and happy with my lot,
Did I but own a rural cot

On Del'ware's green enamel'd side,
Where I might watch the varying tide;
For, when it flow'd, 'twould seem to say,
Thy homage to thy Maker pay;
And, when it downward roll'd as fast,
So soon is man's frail warfare past.
My native scenes enclos'd among,
Where oft I've stray'd, and loiter'd long,
Charm'd with the music of the shade,
And of the green corn's rustling blade;
There would I raise my humble frame,
Nor e'er aspire to wealth or fame;
Rich, if the Power who plac'd me there
Bestow'd a little mite to spare.
A stranger to ambition still,
Sure precedent of future ill,
Pride should not near my cottage grow,
'Twas pride drove Lucifer below;
And what have we, poor worms of earth,
To give so weak a passion birth?
Nor does it ever entrance find,
But in a weak or paltry mind;
The lesson Wisdom doth impart
Is sweet humility of heart.
Nor yet should hated Envy dare
Expose her sallow features there;
Her breath would poison, canker all,
And turn my sweetest cup to gall.
Far other inmates would I chuse,
Such as would grace and not abuse;
Such as would act a friendly part,
Improve the mind, and mend the
heart."

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My cot should stand on rising ground,
In view the rural landscape round;
For rural nature charms the sight,
Impresses on the mind delight;
Numa enraptur'd with her grew,
And bade the world for her adieu;
The soft enchantress of the grove,
Knows still to bind with cords of love;
With her I'd oft delighted stray,
And at her shrine my devoirs pay;
And humbly woo the tuneful nine,
To hail her goddess all divine.
Should haughty Splendour pass the spot,
And honour with a stare my cot,
The tinsel'd trappings of her train
Should on my heart inflict no pain;
Her empty airs, her vain parade,
Would make me more adore the shade.

But near my door should Merit pass,
I'd strew with flowers the verdant grass,
And bend the then submissive knee,
Proud if it deign'd to notice me;
No matter what the garb it wore,
Of rags, or velvet tissued o'er.
There would I live, there end my days,
And morn and eve my Maker praise;
So would he bless me through the day,
Nor let the wayward passions stray.
Of friends I would possess a few,
Yet friendship's found but seldom true,
And so the man's most wise, no doubt,
Who passes through the world without;
But still my cot would prove, I own,
Most gloomy if I dwelt alone;
So would I pray the kinder pow'rs,
To grant a charm for lonely hours:
A fair, of graceful form and mein,
Nor yet too young, nor in her wane;
I would not ask a beauteous face,
Enough the features wore a grace;
If sweet expression triumph'd there,
I should account her heav'nly fair;
And that she might my cottage bless,
A temper sweet she must possess.
To make her conquest more complete,
Abroad, at home, be always neat;

A slattern dress alone would prove
A very antidote to love.

The colour that her Hubert thought
Became her most, should still be bought,
And worn with dignity and ease,
Without a vain desire to please.
Of gen'rous undisguised heart,
Nor known to levity, nor art;
Nor should vile affectation be
Attach'd to the woman dear to me;
For where the nauseous weed is seen,
The parent soil is poor and mean.
To hide the faults of others prone,
Severe unto her own alone;
Some even she would share, no doubt,
As none below are found without.
But, most of all, she must possess
A charm which would my cottage bless,
A treasure I would value more
Than e'er a gem that monarch wore,
A firm and independent mind,
That in itself could solace find.
A mine of treasure then she'd be,
A blessing to herself and me:
Should such a fair fall to my lot,
I'd haste and raise my rural cot,

HUBERT.