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single day. It is a strong proof of the correct judgment of Messrs. Farrand and Sharp, in this measure, that it received the approbation of nearly all the constituted authorities of the city and county of Philadelphia, besides a fair proportion of our most respectable individuals. To this weight of authority is to be added the Legislature, composed chiefly of persons who may be called practical men on subjects of this nature. It would be a difficult matter to persuade such intelligent minds that a bridge at Philadelphia would produce any effects against the course of nature, notwithstanding all the clamour which might be excited, in order to produce such a belief.
The Board of Directors have published a report, by which it appears that the cost of the bridge, boats, tavern, stables, 4 acres of ground on the island, &c. &c. will be $140,000; and they estimate, from satisfactory documents, the present annual income from all the ferries, at about $56,000.
No positive opinion can be formed as to the proportion of this income, which may remain with the boats if the bridge should be erected. The owners of some of them do not hesitate to admit that their business would be destroyed entirely, and they offer to join the Bridge Company on equitable terms. No one will deny that in winter and at all times when the weather is inclement, travellers will prefer that mode of crossing which keeps them not more than one minute on the water. Against such an advantage, the ferry boats cannot long contend, and if the whole of the business should fall into the hands of the Bridge Company, the stock would become incalculably valuable.
We conclude, therefore, by warmly recommending to the patronage of individuals, a measure which has been so powerfully sanctioned by all the public authorities. Instead of joining in the senseless clamour which it has created, we think the projectors entitled to all praise for the zeal and perseverance with which they have prosecuted this scheme.
Art. XVII.-Poetry. VERSES ON BURNS' PUNCH-BOWL. Written extempore, at the house of RB-Esq. by one of
the gentlemen present, when Burns's Punch-Bowl, (after dinner,) was introduced, full primed with excellent whiskey-toddy.
Thou bonie, tosh, wee, modest bowl,
When prim'd wi’ nappy,
But he was happy.
Though death, felonious, snatch'd away-
Mang deeps and shallows,
Mang honest fallows,
Ne’er came before,
Sae fill the glass, but e’er we pree,
For sair she mourns,
Unsought by all whom busy eyes admire;
To watch the blossom's gem,--the deepening green,
And from the giddy glare of wealth retire.
The Autumn, in his harvest-bounties kind,
The kindly converse, and the modest mind. What is to me the City's joyous throng?
I love the sighing of the solemn grove, The soft half warble of the twilight song,
The fragrant eve's refreshing calm 1 love! If friends have passed, and sorrows found their place,
And the hurt mind laments its lone career, If lost, of life, the sunshine and the grace,
Yet may the tender gleam of Hope appear. There the crushed thought shall find a voice, and there
Some healthful Pleasure on the sick heart rise, Some living lowliness—some banished care,
Warm the cold cheek, and light the languid eyes.
And siller hae to spare,
Nor think o’ Donald mair:
Wi' a poor broken heart,
Gin frae my love I part.
Far dearer is to me,
I'll lay me down and die:
Brave Donald's fate to share,
Wi' a' its virtues rare.
His gentle manners wan my heart,
He grateful, took the gift,
It wou'd be war than theft,
The love he bears to me;
I'll lay me down and die.
SONNET. Mais les Tems sont changes, aussi bien que les Lieux. Racine.
How dear that time, on which the weeping thought
Of pensive Memory delights to dwell;
Beyond the power of eloquence to tell!
Where sacred Love and Friendship us'd to dwell:
That still, to Fancy's ear, of pleasure tell.
And from this bosom ev'ry comfort bore;
Which still to me a pleasing aspect wore.
But Pleasure's season will return no more!
SONG, The muse of Robert Herrick, who flourished in the reign of Charles
I., was a genuine descendant from that of Anacreon, as the following song will testify.
Gather the rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a flying;
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious light of heav'n, the sun,
The ligher he's a getting,
And near he's to setting.
When youth and blood are warmer;
Times still succeed the former.
And, whilst ye may, go marry;
You may forever tarry.
How blest is he who for the love of gain,
I want not a goddess, to clasp in my arms,