I earnest pray'd, that He, whose storms, The fair moon lent the sea her light, When, sudden, from a silver cloud, "Sea-pilgrim hail! old Ocean kind, "Thy sisters dear, shall sobbing dwell LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. Two London editions of Mr. Dunlap's Life of Cooke have been published. Copies of both have already reached this country. Millar's edition is splendidly printed in octavo. WORKS PUBLISHED. Boston. A letter to the reverend Mr. Cary, containing remarks upon his review of the Grounds of Christianity Examined, by comparing the New Testament with the Old. By the author of that work. "Non tali auxilio, nec defensoribus istis. To which is subjoined, a letter respectfully addressed to the reverend Mr. Channing, relative to his Two Sermons on Infidelity. Newyork. Review of Newyork, or Rambles Through the City, an ori ginal poem; moral, religious, sarcastic, and descriptive. MORTUARY. DIED, suddenly, by apoplexy, on Sunday the twelfth ultimo, in the forty-ninth year of her age, Mrs. MARY CATHARINE STOCKER, relict of the late John Clement Stocker, esquire, whose death we announced in The Port Folio of November last: Thus are the surviving children bereaved of both their parents within the short period of a few weeks. Such afflictive dispensations of Divine Providence call loudly upon all who are informed of their occurrence, to "consider their ways," the uncertainty of human life, and the high responsibility of man. Of Mrs. Stocker it my truly be said, that her uniform and exemplary piety, her amiable and affectionate disposition, her kind and courteous deportment, rendered her inestimably valuable to her relatives and friends, and endeared her to all who had the privilege of her acquaintance. Such was the blameless tenor of her life, and such her habitual meditation upon the inevitable approach of Death, that his commission to terminate her state of probation, though exceated without warning, did not find her unprepared; for her spiritual lamp was always burning with a bright and steady flame. "By Nature's law what may be, may be now, There's no prerogative in human hours. For numbers this is certain. The reverse TO READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS. THE communication of Vivian came too late for insertion in this number. We shall always be pleased with such proofs of his taste, and the liberality of his studies. AMERICAN SCENERY-FOR THE PORT FOLIO. NEWLONDON, a view of which is exhibited on the opposite page, is one of the principal cities in the state of Connecticut, and is handsomely situated, three miles from the Sound, on the west bank of the river Thames, where it is about a mile wide. The city contains about five hundred houses, and has a popu lation of about four thousand inhabitants. It has considerable commerce in time of peace, and is particularly noted for the exportation of live stock to the Westindia islands. Its harbour is considered one of the best in the United States. The city is defended by two forts-Fort Griswold, standing on the east, and Fort Trumbull, on the west side of the river. Newlondon his claims to celebrity, for the military occurrences there during the revolutionary war. A view of it is rendered the more interesting at the present time, from the circumstance that the squadron, under the command of commodore Decatur, has for several months been lying in its waters. While this squadron, consisting of the frigates United States and Macedonian, and the sloop of war Hornet, were going out to sea, through the Sound, they were met, on the first of June last, by a British squadron, commanded by commodore Hardy, composed of the Ramilies and Valiant, seventy-fours, and the frigates Acasta and Orpheus, and compelled to return to the port of Newlondon. VOL. III. AMERICAN BIOGRAPHY.-FOR THE PORT FOLIO. LIFE OF LIEUTENANT BURROWS. THERE are few events more peculiarly calculated to raise the mingled sensations of admiration and sorrow, than the death of a victor in the moment of his glory. When defeat is attended with death, the bereaved mourners have at least one consolation. The grave covers, with its sable pall, the fame of the unfortunate man, and protects his mouldering remains from persecuting envy. who, while living, might have been doomed to encounter the assaults of detraction and insult, acquires a sort of sanctity from the shadows of the tomb, where even malice does not penetrate. But how interesting is the character which dies in the moment of his fame! Death, which was, in the former instance, a protection, now robs the victor of his glory; and of all mankind, the conqueror himself is the only party cold and insensible to the history of his fame. When every eye sparkles, and every cheek is flushed with delight, when we anticipate the warrior's return with kind greetings and cordial salutations, when we are preparing the laurels, and every social feeling is kindled into action, we find all the rays of his glory are gleaming on the temples of a cold and insensible corpse. Death obtrudes his obnoxious front in the midst of these gay and exhilarating images, and this union presents a chastened feeling, a temperate sobriety of joy. WILLIAM BURROWS was born at Kenderton, near Philadelphia, on the sixth day of October, in the year 1785. His father, then in possession of a large property, did not wish to confine the genius of his son to any particular pursuit, apprehending that the paternal estate would be amply sufficient to his support in the style and character of a gentleman. Accordingly, at the age of thirteen, a season too early for any decided indications of character to present themselves, his youthful curiosity was left to its own guidance; and he dallied with books as he would with other toys, regarding them rather as matters of amusement than as objects of serious concern. In one respect only did his parent interfere with these pleasures. Knowing how essential to the character of a gentleman it was to become familiar with the living lan |