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has never married ; but some years since, he purchased and fitted up an old Dutch mansion on the Hudson, in a quiet place, near Sleepy Hollow, where, attended by the daughters of a brother, who bear to him the love of children, he spends a considerable part of his time in the enjoyment of all the delights of family and home.

[From "Knickerbocker's History of New York.”]

THE FATNESS OF ALDERMEN. The ancient magistrates of this city corresponded with those of the present time, no less in form, magnitude and intellect, than in prerogative and privilege. The burgomasters, like our aldermen, were generally chosen by weight; and not only the weight of the body, but likewise the weight of the head. It is a maxim practically observed in all honest, plain-thinking,"regular cities, that an alderman should be fat - and the wisdom of this can be proved to a certainty. That the body is, in some measure, an image of the mind, or, rather, that the mind is moulded to the body, like melted lead to the clay in which it is cast, has been insisted on by many philosophers who have made human nature * their peculiar study; for, as a learned gentleman of our own city observes, “ There is a constant relation between the moral character of all intelligent creatures and their physical constitution between their habits and the structure of their bodies." Thus we see that a lean, spare, diminutive body is generally accompanied by a petulant, restless, meddling mind; either the mind wears down the body by its continual motion, or else the body, not affording the mind sufficient house-room, keeps it continually in a state of fretfulness, tossing and worrying about, from the uneasiness of its situation. Whereas your round, sleek, fat, unwieldy periphery, is ever attended by a mind like itself, tranquil, torpid, and at ease; and we may always observe that your well-fed, robustious burghers, are in general very tenacious of their ease and comfort; being great enemies to noise, discord and disturbance; and surely none are more likely to study the public tranquillity than those who are so careful of their own. Who ever hears of fat men heading a riot, or herding together in turbulent mobs ? No— no! It is your lean, hungry men who are continually worrying society, and setting the whole community by the ears.

[From the same.) PRIMITIVE HABITS IN NEW AMSTERDAM. In those happy days, a well-regulated family always rose with the dawn, dined at eleven, and went to bed at sundown. Dinner was invariably a private meal, and the fat old burgher showed incontestable symptoms of disapprobation and uneasiness, at being surprised by a visit from a neighbor on such occasions. But though our worthy ancestors were thus singularly averse to giving dinners, yet they kept up the social bands of intimacy by occasional banquetings, called teaparties.

These fashionable parties were generally confined to the higher classes, or noblesse ; that is to say, such as kept their own cows, and drove their own wagons. The company commonly assembled at three o'clock, and went away about six, unless it. was in winter time, when the fashionable hours were a little earlier, that the ladies might get home before dark.

The tea-table was crowned with a huge earthen dish, well stored with slices of fat pork, fried brown, cut up into morsels, and swimming in gravy. The company being seated round the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in lanching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish, in much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes. Sometimes the table was graced with immense apple-pies, or saucers full of preserved peaches and pears; but it was always sure to boast an enormous dish of balls of sweetened dough, fried in hog's fat, and called doughnuts, or olykoeks, – a delicious kind of cake, at present scarce known in this city, excepting in genuine Dutch families.

The tea was served out of a majestic Delft tea-pot, ornamented with paintings of fat little Dutch shepherds and shepherdesses, tending pigs; with boats sailing in the air, and houses built in the clouds, and sundry other ingenious Dutch fantasies. The beaux distinguished themselves by their adroitness in replenishing this pot from a huge copper tea-kettle, which would have made the pigmy macaronies of these degenerate days sweat

- merely to look at. To sweeten the beverage, a lump of sugar was laid beside each cup, and the company alternately nibbled and sipped with great decorum, until an improvement was introduced, by a shrewd and economic old lady, which was to suspend a large lump directly over the tea-table, by a string from the ceiling, so that it could be swung from mouth to mouth — an ingenious expedient, which is still kept up by some families in Albany, but which prevails, without exception, in Communipaw, Bergen, Flatbush, and all our uncontaminated Dutch villages.

At these primitive tea-parties, the utmost propriety and dig. nity of deportment prevailed. No flirting nor coquetting; no gambling of old ladies, nor hoyden chattering and romping of young ones; no self-satisfied struttings of wealthy gentlemen with their brains in their pockets, nor amusing conceits and monkey, divertisements of smart young gentlemen with no brains at all. On the contrary, the young ladies seated themselves demurely in their rush-bottomed chairs, and knit their own woollen stockings; nor ever opened their lips, excepting to say “ Yaw, Mynheer,” or, “ Yah, yah, vrouw," to any question which was asked them; behaving, in all things, like decent, welleducated damsels. As to the gentlemen, each of them tranquilly smoked his pipe, and seemed lost in contemplation of the blue and white tiles, with which the fireplaces were decorated, wherein sundry passages of Scripture were piously portrayed ; – Tobit and his dog figured to great advantage; Haman hung conspicuously on his gibbet, and Jonah appeared most manfully bouncing out of the whale, like a harlequin through a barrel of fire.

The parties broke up without noise and without confusion. They were carried home by their own carriages; that is to say, by the vehicles Nature had provided them, excepting such of the wealthy as could afford to keep a wagon. The gentlemen gallantly attended their fair ones to their respective abodes, and took leave of them with a hearty smack, at the door; which, as it was an established piece of etiquette, done in perfect simplicity and honesty of heart, occasioned no scandal at that time, nor

should it at the present; -- if our great-grandfathers approved of the custom, it would argue a great want of reverence in their descendants to say a word against ita

LEVI FRISBEE. 1784-1822. Professor Frisbee was the son of a clergyman of Ipswich, Mass. He was educated at Harvard, and did much to defray his own expenses, by teaching. After finishing his course, he was successively Latin tutor, Professor of Latin, and Professor of Moral Philosophy. A volume containing some of his philosophical writings and a few poems has been published.

I'll tell you, friend, what sort of wife,
Whene'er I scan this scene of life,

Inspires my waking schemes,
And when I sleep, with form so light,
Dances before my ravished sight,

In sweet aerial dreams.

The rose its blushes need not lend,
Nor yet the lily with them blend,

To captivate my eyes.
Give me a cheek the heart obeys,
And, sweetly mutable, displays

Its feelings as they rise;
Features, where pensive, more than gay,
Save when a rising smile doth play,

The sober thought you see ;
Eyes that all soft and tender seem,
And kind affections round them beam,

But most of all on me;
A form, though not of finest mould,
Where yet a something you behold

Unconsciously doth please ;
Manners all graceful, without art,
That to each look and word impart

A modesty and ease.

But still her air, her face, each charm,
Must speak a heart with feeling warm,

And mind inform the whole;
With mind her mantling cheek must glow,
Her voice, her beaming eye, must show

An all-inspiring soul.

Ah! could I such a being find,
And were her fate to mine but joined

By Hymen's silken tie,
To her myself, my all, I 'd give,
For her alone delighted live,

For her consent to die.

Whene'er by anxious care oppressed,
On the soft pillow of her breast

My aching head I d lay;
At her sweet smile each care should cease,
Her kiss infuse a balmy peace,

And drive my griefs away.

In turn, I'd soften all her care,
Each thought, each wish, each feeling, share ;

Should sickness e'er invade,
My voice should soothe each rising sigh,
My hand the cordial should supply;

I'd watch beside her bed.

Should gathering clouds our sky deform,
My arms should shield her from the storm ;

And, were its fury hurled,
My bosom to its bolts I'd bare,
In her defence undaunted dare

Defy the opposing world.

Together should our prayers ascend;
Together would we humbly bend

To praise the Almighty name;

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