VENERATION OF THE ANCIENTS FOR

THEIR BEARDS.

THE most celebrated ancient writers, as well as those of latter times, have made honourable mention of the beards of antiquity. Homer speaks highly of the white beard of the venerable Nestor, and that of Priam King of Troy. Virgil de scribes Mezentius's to us as being so thick and long as to cover all his breast, Chrysippus, the stoic philosopher praises in his writings the noble beard of Timothy, a famous flute player of his time. Pliny the younger tells us of the white beard of Euphrates, a Syrian Philosopher; and he takes pleasure in relating the respect mixed with fear with which it inspired the people. Plutarch speaks of the long white beard of an old Laconian, who, being asked why he let grow so, replied "Tis that seeing continually my white beard, I may do nothing unworthy of its whiteness," Strabo relates that the Indian philosophers, the Gymnosophists, were particularly attentive to make the length of their beards contribute to captivate the veneration of the people, Diodorus Siculus after him in his writings, gives a particular and circumstantial history of the beards of the Indians. Juvenal the satirist does not forget that of Antilochus, the son of Nestor. Fenelon the author of Telemachus in describing a priest of Apollo in all his magnificence tells us, that he had a white beard down to his girdle. But Perseus seems to out-do all these authors, this poet was so convinced that a beard was the symbol of wisdom, that he thought he could not bestow a greater encomium on the divine Socrates, than by calling him the bearded master.-Magistrum Barbatum.

presume to disturb their peace, or contra vene such measures. He is called by Cicero the father of eloquence, and a singular good doctor. Tully commends the subtlety of Lycias, the acuteness of Hiperides, the sound of Aeschines, the force of Demosthenes, but the sweetness of Isocrates. And Philostrates denominates him as the Athenian Syren, telling us that the syren was placed on his sepulchre, as it were, singing. In the Greek Anthology, he is called the Light of Rhetoric." The Roman orator compares his school to the Trojan Horse, out of which most eminent rhetoricians came forth. Isocrates, who loved his country with the utmost tenderness, could not survive the loss and ignominy with which it was covered by the event of the battle of Choronea. The instant he received the news of it, being uncertain what use Philip would make of his victory, and determined to die a freeman, he hastened his end by abstaining from food. He was 98 years of age. His writings were so pre cious that he sold only one oration for 20 talents. P.

DISTINCTIONS OF PEOPLE OF COLOUR.

THERE is little doubt but what many of our readers who hear or read of vadifferent grades of negroes, people of rious appellations that are applied to the colour, &c., are quite ignorant as to the comprehending fully what is meant by the various names by which the different races are distinguished; to such, we think the following information will not be unacceptable :

A Samboe is the highest remove from

1SOCRATES.

ISOCRATES, the son of Theodorus, was born at Athens, 436, A. C. Defective in his pronunciation, he came not into the Forum to plead causes, yet he reconciled Philip by his letters to the Athenians, and in his excellent panegyric, he stirred up the Greeks against Asia, and intimated that Athens, if it would be happy, and in tranquility, ought to confine her dominions within just bounds, not to affect the empire of the sea, for the sake of lording it over all other states; but to conclude a peace, whereby every city and people should be left to the full enjoyment of their liberty, and declare herself the irreconcilable enemy of those who should

ther, and Negro woman, or vice versa. A Mulattoe is the child of a white man by a Negress. A Quadroon is the child of a Mulattoe mother, by a white father. The child of a Quadroon by a white man, is a Mustee. The child of a white man by a Mustee woman, is a Mustiphini. The child of a Mustiphini, by a white father, is a Quintroon; and the child of a Quintroon woman by a white, is free by law. Some authors who have treated on the West Indies, do not count so far; whilst others state the having seen more than one family of Quintroons by Mustiphini mothers in a state of slavery; which of course would not have been the case, had they been those persons called white by law.

LORD SANDWICH.

This nobleman, when dressed, had a dignified appearance, but to see him in the street, he had an awkward careless gait. Two gentlemen observing him when at Leicester, one of them remarked, "I think it is Lord Sandwich coming;' the other replied that he thought he was

mistaken. "Nay," says the gentleman, "I am sure it is Lord Sandwich; for, if you observe, he is walking down both sides of the street at once. ""

But Lord Sandwich gave a better anecaote of himself:-"When I was at Paris, I had a dancing master; the man was very civil, and on taking leave of him, I offered him any service in London." "Then," said the man, bowing, "I should take it as a particular favour, if your Lordship would never tell any one of whom yon learned to dance."

A shallow and conceited nobleman observing one day at dinner, a eminent for his philosophical talents, person intent on choosing the delicacies of the sophers love dainties ?"—" Why not?" table, said to him. "What! do philo"Do you think

returned the scholar.

my lord, that the good things of this world were made only for blockheads ?"

EPIGRAM.

Jack, tired of work, to play his shop shuts up; And at his ease, works harder with his cup cup

RAIN.

"What good does rain!" the poor man cries, "To make the bread the cheaper?" "Much for it makes the corn to rise And fall before the reaper."

MEN IN DEBT.

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A modern man of letters used to say, that a man in debt reminded him of Gray's lines:

"Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy !"

TO A POOR FRIEND.

Rich in thy friendship though in pocket poor; The miser's poor in friendship,-rich in store: Thou soothest by thine affluent words which

roll;

He lives and dies a poor, unpitied soul!
When thou art gone, thy kindness, like the ray
Will shed its beauty long in Memory's Day.'
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AN EPITAPH ON A BAD WIFE. By her Husband.

Ah! once dear partner of my days,
Willing to thee this tomb I raise
My grateful thoughts your shade pursue,
In this small gift so justly due.
No envious tongue, with clamours rude,
Arraign'd this act of gratitude;
For all must know, that, with my wife,
I lost each hour of care and strife.

been made the blessed instrument of effecting this deliverance ?"

"He has been protected from the arrows of the ungodly, and is in good health. He is marching with his victorious army towards London; and it is the intention of the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Sheriffs, with the Council of State, to meet the Lord General to morrow, at Acton, and enter London with him in becoming order."

"I am right glad to hear it," said his father: "it is fitting that the citizens should show General Cromwell the.respect which they entertain for his character, and the gratitude they feel for the services which he has rendered the state."

"Are there many wounded, in the battle you speak of, Philip ?" inquired his sister, in a tremulous voice, who was sitting at an embroidery frame at the farther end of the apartment, an unnoticed, but not an inattentive hearer of their discourse. Her brother turned towards her at the sound of her voice,"Good Marian," he said, "trouble not thyself concerning this matter: suffice, 25-SATURDAY, JUNE 28, 1828

that the loss which the Lord General has sustained is very small; but the enemy suffered dreadfully; and the number of prisoners taken is considerable. Why, how now, what ails the foolish girl?" he said, as he observed that tears were in his sister's eyes; 66 art thou ready to weep for tidings which should make England raise a joyful cry unto God for her final deliverance from the yoke of the oppressor?-I had well nigh forgotten to tell you," continued Philip, turning to his father, "that young Herbert Lisle, the son of Sir Thomas Lisle, whom we have formerly seen at our kinswoman, Mistress Moreton's, is among the number of the prisoners.'

A convulsive sob here arrested his attention; and, turning round, he beheld his sister, pale as death, attempting to leave the room; but her strength failed her, and she would have fallen, had not Philip hastened towards her, and supported her with his arm.

"What has thus moved you, Marian?" he said.

"A sudden giddiness," she replied; "I shall be better anon-'tis nothing-it

has already passed!" and she attempted to smile, but there was anguish in her smile; and her brother led her to her apartment, and, tenderly kissing her, bade her try to gain a little repose.

Matthew Godfrey was a merchant of great respectability in the city of London. He was a stern republican, but a conscientious one; and, in the wars be tween the unfortunate Charles and his Parliaments, he had constantly taken part with the latter, because he believed their cause to be just and right, and their taking up arms for the sole purpose of delivering the nation from tyranny and injustice. He was a Puritan: but he did not carry his religious zeal to the extent practised by many of that sect: his piety was without hypocrisy.-Matthew Godfrey had been many years a widower, with two children; and his son had, for the last two or three years, principally managed his mercantile concerns; and for some little time previously to the commencement of this narrative, he had been left by his father in the House in Aldersgate Street, as he had a perfect reliance upon his skill and prudence to manage