now in your power to make an Athens of New-York, and a Prytaneum of Columbia College. By this means, the fame of this city, like that of Athens, would roll along the tide of time to immortal ages; and as the votaries of science in Greece crowded into Athens, and gloried in the title of an Athenian, fo would thofe who thirst for knowledge in our country, flock to this city, and boaft of being educated in Columbia College. Thus you would frequently fend out your Virgils, who, by the correctness of their poefy, would refine the tafte of the age; and Demofthenefes, by the thunder of their eloquence, to confufe all the Philips that durft veniure to oppofe you.-Confider not thefe obfervations as the mad reveries of an enthufiaft; they are the fuggeflions of one who is folicitous for your fanie, and who aims at promoting the intereft of this facred initotion. This College is yet in its in PA fancy: fhe yet requires frequent nourifhment from your cherishing breasts, and will then rear herself up to a ftately manhood. What spirit could actuate you more noble than this? What ambition more worthy could fire the breafts of that auguft body, than to establifh luminaries that would enlighten the prefent, and hand over their names to generations unborn? You have the materials; your funds are running over; and the extent and fertility of your foil promife to be a never-failing fource to the wealth of this city. Every profpect is inviting; make the experiment: let not the calls of fcience be difregarded. May her voice penetrate your ears; may fhe awaken your attention; and may you give her that patronage which your circumftances admit of, and which your glory requires. ATTICUS. March 5, 1792. MEMORABLE EVENT of a MEXICAN PRINCESS. From Clavigero's Hiftory of Mexico. APANTZIN, a Mexican princefs, and filter of Montezuma, was married to the governor of Tla telolco, and after his death lived in his palace until the year 1509, when The likewife died of old age. Her funeral was celebrated with magnificence fuitable to her exalted birth, the king her brother, and all the nobility of Mexico and Tlatelolco being prefent. Her body was buried in a fubterraneous cavern, in the garden of the fame palace, near to a fountain where he had ufed to bathe, and the mouth of the cave was fhut with a ftone. The day following, a child of five or fix years of age happened to pass from her mother's apartment to that of the major-domo of the deceated princefs, which was on the other fide of the garden; and in paf fing faw the princefs fitting upon the teps of the fountain, and heard herfelf called by her by the word Coco _ton, which is a word of tendernefs ufed to children. The little child not being capable, on account of its age, of reflecting on the death of the princefs, and thinking that she was going to bathe as ufual, approached without fear, upon which the fent the child to call the wife of her major-domo; the child went to call her, but the woman fmiling and carefling her, told her, "My little girl, Papantzin is dead, and was "buried yesterday;" but as the child infifted, and pulled her by her gown, fhe, more to please, than from belief of what was told her, followed her; but was hardly come in fight of the princefs, when she was feized with fuch *Cocoton means little girl, only that it is an expreffion of more tenderness. fuch horror that fhe fell fainting to the earth. The little girl run to acquaint her mother, who, with two other companions came out to give affiftance; but on feeing the princefs they were fo affected with fear, that they would have fwooned away if the princefs herself had not endeavoured to comfort them, affuring them the was ftill alive. She made them call her major-domo, and charged him to go and bear the news to the king her brother; but he durft not undertake it, as he dreaded that the king would confider the account as a fable, and would punish him with his ufual feverity for being a liar, without examining into the matter. Go then to Tezcuco, faid the princefs, and intreat the king Nezahualpilli, in my name to come here and fee me. The major-domo obeyed, and the king having received the information, fet out immediately for Tlatelolco. When he arrived there, the princess was in a chamber of the palace; though full of aftonishment, the king faluted her, when the requested him to go to Mexico, to tell the king her brother that she was alive, and had occafion to fee him, to communicate fome things to him of the utmost importance. The king fet out for Mexico to execute her commiffion; but Montezuma would hardly give credit to what was told him. However, that he might not do injuftice to fo refpectable an ambaffador, he went along with him, and many of the Mexican nobility to Tlatelolco, and having entered the hall where the princefs was, he demanded of her if fhe was his fifter. "I am, indeed, fir," answered the princefs, " your "fifter Papantzin, whom you buried yesterday; I am truly alive, and "wish to relate to you what I have feen, as it deeply concerns you." Upon this the two kings fat down, while all the other nobles continued ftanding full of admiration at what they faw. The princess then began to fpeak as follows: " After I was dead, or "if you will not believe that I have "been dead, after I remained bereft "of motion and of fenfe, I found "myself fuddenly placed upon an "extenfive plain, to which there ap 66 peared no boundaries. In the mid"dle of it I obferved a road which "I afterwards faw was divided into "a variety of paths, and on one fide "ran a great river whofe waters "made a frightful noife. As I was "going to throw myself into the "river to swim to the oppofite bank, "I faw before me a beautiful youth "of handsome ftature, clothed in a "long habit, white as fnow, and "dazzling like the fun; he had wings "of beautiful feathers, and upon his "forehead, this mark," (in faying this the princefs made the fign of the crofs with her two fore fingers) " and laying hold of my hand, faid to "me, Stop, for it is not yet time to "pass this river. God loves thee, though thou knoweft it not. He "then led me along by the river-fide, upon the borders of which I faw "a great number of human fkulls and "bones, and heard moft lamentable "groans that waked my utmost pity. "Turning my eyes afterwards upon "the river, I faw fome large veffels 66 "kingdoms, and with them will be "introduced the knowledge of the true "God, the creator of heaven and "earth. As foon as the war shall "be at an end, and the bath publish "ed and made known which will wash away fin, be thou the first to "receive it, and guide by thy example "the natives of thy country. Having fpoke this the youth disappear"ed, and I found myfelf recalled to life; I rofe from the place where "I lay, raised up the ftone of my fepulchre, and came out to the gar"den where I was found by my do"meftics." 66 Montezuma was ftruck with afto, nishment at the recital of fo ftrange an adventure, and feeling his mind diftracted with a variety of appre henfions, rofe and retired to one of his palaces which was deftined for occafions of grief, without taking leave of his fifter, the king of Tacuba, or any one of those who accompanied him, although fome of his flatterers, in order to console him, endeavoured to perfuade him that the illnefs which the princefs had fuffered, had turned her brain. He avoided for ever after returning to fee her, that he might not again hear the melancholy prefages of the ruin of his empire. The princefs, it is faid, lived many years in great retirement and abstinence. She was the first who, in the year 1524, received the facred baptifm in Tlatelolco, and was called from that time, Donna Maria Papantzin. SELECTED POETRY. B The SUICIDE. An ODE. By T. WARTON. ENEATH the beech, whofe branches bare The recking blade, the hand embru'd: He fell, and groaning grafp'd in agony the ground. Full many a melancholy night He watch'd the flow return of light; And fought the pow'rs of fleep, To spread a momentary calm O'er his fad couch, and in the balm Of bland oblivion's dews his burning eyes to steep. Full oft, unknowing and unknown, He wore his endless noons alone, Amid th' autumnal wood: Oft was be wont, in hafty fit, Abrupt the focial board to quit, And gaze with eager glance upon the tumbling flood. Beck'ning the wretch to torments A fpectre pale, appear'd; While, as the fhades of eve arose And brought the day's unwelcome clofe, More horrible and huge her giantshape the rear'd. Is this,' miftaken Scorn will cry, • Had ftor'd with all her ample views, • Parent of faireft deeds, and purposes fublime ?' Ah! from the Mufe that bofom mild By treach'rous magic was beguil'd, To ftrike the deathful blow: She All'd his foft ingenuous mind With many a feeling too refin'd, And rous'd to livelier pangs his wake ful fenfe of woe.. Tho' doom'd hard penury to prove, While mifery's form his fancy drew In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own. Then with not o'er his earthly tomb The baleful nightfhade's lurid bloom To drop its deadly dew: Nor, oh! forbid the twifted thorn, That rudely binds his turf forlorn, With spring's green-fwelling buds to vegetate anew. What tho' no marble-piled bust With fpeaking fculpture wrought: fairy regions brought. What tho' refus'd each chanted rite; Here viewless mourners fhall delight Nor thus for guilt in fpecious lays The wrath of glory twine: In vain with hues of gorgeous glow Gay Fancy gives her veft to flow, Unlefs truth's matron-hand the floating folds confine. Juft Heaven, - man's fortitude" to prove, • Permits thro' life at large to rove The tribes of hell-born woe: Yet the fame Pow'r that wifely fends 'Life's fierceft ills, indulgent lends Religion's golden fhield to break th embattled foc. Her aid divine had lull'd to reft Yon foul felf-murtherer's throbbing breaft, And stay'd the rifing storm: Had bade the fun of hope appear • To gild the darken'd hemifphere, And give the wonted bloom to nature's blafted form. Vain man! 'tis Heaven's prerogative To take,what firft it deign'd to give, Thy tributary breath: In awful expectation plac'd, Await thy doom, nor impious hafte To pluck from God's right hand his inftruments of death." The The VIRTUOSO's PRAYER. From Sir Jofeph Banks and the Emperor of Morocco, a tale by Peter Pindar. -In this humorous tale Peter fends the Prefident of the Royal Society on a chace over hedge and ditch after a Butterfly, called the Emperor of Morocco. In the courfe of that tale this prayer is introduced. Thou! whose wisdom plann'd the skies, And form'd the wings of butterflies, Attend my humble pray❜r. Like Egypt as in days of yore, Let earth with flies be cover'd o'er, And darken'd all the air. This, Lord, would be the beft of News Then might thy fervant pick & chufe From fuch a glorious heap: Forth to the world I'd boldly rush, Put all museums to the blufh, And hold them all dog cheap. Pharoah had not one grain of tafteThe flies on himwere thrown to waste, Nay, met with strong objection; But had thy fervant, Lord, been there, I should have made, or much I err, A wonderful collection! O Lord! if not my mem'ry fails, Show'rs of rare butterflies 1 Since monsters are my great delight, With monsters charm thy fervant's fight, Turn feathers into hair: Make legs where legs were never feen, And eyes, no bigger than a pin, As broad as faucers ftare. The reptiles that are born with claws, O! let thy pow'r fupply with Adorn'd with human nails; In value more to make them rife, Tranfplant from all their heads their eyes, And place them in their tails. And if thou wifely wouldft contrive To make me butterflies alive, To fly without a head; To fkim the hedges and the fields, Nay, eat the meat thy bounty yields; Such wonders were indeed! Blagden fhould puff them at our meeting; Members would prefs around me greeting: The journals fwell with thanks; And, more to magnify their fame, Those headless flies fhould have a name My name-Sir Jofeph Banks! The MINSTREL'S SONG in ELLA, a Tragical Interlude by CHATTERTON, O' under the character of RowLEY. ! Synge untoe my roundalaie, O! droppe the brynie teare wythe mee, Daunce ne moe atte hallie daie, Lycke a reynynge ryver bee; Mie love ys dedde, Gonne to hys deathe-bedde, Black hys cryne as the wyntere nyght, Cale he lyes ynne the grave belowe; Gonne to hys deathe-bedde, Defte hys taboure, codgelle ftote, Mie love ys dedde, |