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Life and campaigns of Gen.Moreau 314 Scott's lay of the last minstrel 546
Life of Rev. Dr: Hopkins
152 Shade of Plato

Life of president Johnson
92 Shepard's election sermon

Lyman's sermon before the con. Sherman on the trinity

vention of ministers

496 Snowden's history of North and
South Carolina

Map of the United States 345 Strangford's translation of the
Memoirs of Richard Cumberland 597 poems of Camoens

Memoirs of American academy of Sullivan's lectures on the constitu-

arts and sciences, vol. I. 28, 83, 197 tion and laws of England 438
Michaux's travels to the west of Syllivan's map of the United States 325

the Alleghany mountains 376 Supplement to Johnson's dictionary 105
Modern Philosopher, or terrible Swett's military address


Translation of Camoens' poems

New-York term reports, by Caines 367 Travels in Louisiana, translated by
Northern summer, by Carr 262 John Davis


Trial of the journeymen boot and
Original poems, by T.G. Fessenden 369 shoe makers of Philadelphia 609
Phocion on neutral rights 494 Understanding reader

Philadelphia medical museum,

Underwood on the diseases of
vols. I. and II.


Pleasures of imagination 375 Unguiology, brief sketch of 496
Porter's sermon at the ordination
of Rey. C. Lowell

103 War in disguise, or frauds of neu-
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Rees' new cyclopædia, part I. 423, 485 Webster's 4th July oration 441
Report of the trial of judge Chase 31 Williams's reports of cases in the

supreme court of Massachusetts 138
Savage's poetical works

215 Wortman's political inquiry 544
Satire of Juvenal, new translation 592 Wreath for the Rev. Daniel Dow 661
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JANUARY, 1806.


The original letters, which we have frequently had the plensure of communicating to the publick,

have been in general written in different situations, and on desultory subjects. The following is the beginning of a regular series of letters by a gentleman, who has all the qualities which taste, talents, fortune, and literality can give, to make him å pleasant traveller.


No. 1.

Departure from America...storms in the ocean...lunar rainbow...strcights of

Gibraltar...island of Sicily... Ustica...Lipari islands...coast of St. Eufernia ...arrival at Naples...quarantine. Port of Naples, Feb. 1802: subsiding a rainbow, which contin

ued in the most perfect state for half You will, my dear friend, partici- an hour. The arc was entire, but pate the satisfaction I feel in dating the colours fainter than those proiny letter from this place. The duced by the sun. The agitation of dangers and hardships to which ships the waves gradually dying away, the are exposed in a winter passage as splendour of the moon, the dense cross the ocean have been this sca- clouds on which this bow appeared son uncommonly numerous. From with majestick elegance, altogether the period of our departure till our formed a scene, the sublimity of arrival here, we have been devoted which afforded me consolation for to the fury of successive tempests, the storm which was past. with only short intervals of good The thirtieth day of our passage weather. We were told upon our we saw the streights of Gibraltar, arrival that we were not alone in the pillars of Hercules, and the formisfortune, that the winter had been midable rock, which, since its favery tempestuous, and that the mous siege, must be deemed imshores of Europe were covered with pregnable. A favourable wind gave wrecks.

the vessel a rapid passage through When in the latitude of the Wes- the streights. On one side of us tern Islands, a most violent storm were the shores of Europe, on the assailed us, which continued during other those of Africa. Civilization two days with unabated violence. and barbarity are Tere within sight It cleared away in the evening, and of each other : Even the appearI was witness to an appearance I ance of the shores was expressive had never before seen. The full of the different characters of the moon was considerably elevated a- two regions ; the Spanish coast bove the horizon, and her rays oc- presented to view green fields, white casioned in the heavy cloud that was buildings, and smiling cultivation ;

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that of Barbary looked dark and gloomy.

After getting thro' the streights we saw two Swedish frigates with a convoy of forty or fifty sail of their countrymen. The wind was against them, and from what we afterwards experienced must have continued adverse to them for several days, during which they could not advance. The current, through the streights, runs constantly two or three miles an hour; merchant vessels and heavy ships of war never attempt to pass out of the streights with a contrary wind, though some times they have been known to experience a delay of two months.

The evening of the day we passed the streights the sky was covered with flying clouds, the night was obscure, and we were sailing with a gentle breeze, while the sea was remarkably brilliant; every little wave that broke looked like a bank of snow reflecting the rays of the sun, while the passage of the vessel through the sea made the water all around her so luminous, that I could see to read as clearly as by day. This sparkling appearance of the waves is said to denote an approaching storm, though afterwards we experienced five or six days of the only fine weather we had during the voyage. During the night the vessel had gone fifty miles, and in the morning, when I came upon deck, the coasts of Spain were four or five leagues distant, and those of Africa still more. The mountains of Grenada seemed to be on the edge of the coast, and the shining appearance of their distant summits recalled to mind the splendid aërial palaces of romance.

After three days we passed by Cape Tarolaro on the island of Sardinia, and twenty-four hours afterwards saw the island of Sicily and

the singular fantastick forms of its capes and promontories. We tried in vain to get into Palermo; the wind was fair to go to Naples, and the,captain bore away. Soon after we passed the island of Ustica, which is in the route from Palermo to Naples, a vessel appeared behind us of suspicious aspect. Like frightened children in the dark, to whom every object is a sprite, every vessel we saw was a Tripolitan pirate, and the sight of breakers was less terrifick than that of a sail. The ship in question sailed better than ourselves, and was gaining fast upon us. Every one of the crew was anticipating the horrours of slavery, when a violent squall came upon us so suddenly,that for several minutes every one expected to see the mašts carried away, even after the vessel was put before the wind. After an hour, during which we had changed our course and were going with great rapidity, the squall cleared away, and we saw no more of the vessel which had alarmed us. This propitious squall, though it threat ened us with destruction, was welcomed with great cordiality. How barbarous is the state of human nature! The sight of a vessel, on the dreary expanse of the sea, ought to be an object of the most pleasing sensations, and in moments of danger, alleviating the solitude of horrour, should inspire us with hope by knowing that others are participating the same danger; yet such a sight is deprecated more than the wildest fury of the elements, and we greet the howling tempest that separates us from each other.

The next day we were in the mouth of the bay of Naples, but the weather was cloudy and the land could only be seen partially. The captain thought himself to the northward of the island of Ischia,

The vessel was at one time waterlogged, the sails were torn to pieces, the foremast sprung, and with only a close-reefed fore top sail, we tried to keep off the shore; no one had any hope that we should be able to do this long, and every preparation was made to be ready to save ourselves when the vessel struck, which thro' the whole night was constantly expected. When day light came the shore was still a league distant. The gale had moderated, and the swell began to lessen; we were now near the bay of St.Eufernia. After five or six days beating about, we again found ourselves opposite the bay of Naples, in the same place where we had been more than a fortnight before. The weather was pleasant, but the wind determined to vex us to the last moment; and though we were only two hours sail from the port, we did not arrive till the next day. My pleasure on arriving was much increased by contemplating the beauties of this bay, of which description has so often attempted in vain to give an idea,

though he was to the southward of Capra; and instead of running as he thought into the bay of Naples, he was running down the gulf of Salerno. A storm came on towards night of the most furious kind, such as the sailors call white squalls. The flashes of lightning were ex, tremely vivid, and the utmost exer, tions were used to clear the land. The next day the Lipari islands were in sight, and the vessel was tossed about on mountainous waves, I have observed, that the seas are much shorter, according to the sai, lors' expression, in the Mediterra, nean than in the ocean; and the only advantage of a storm in the former is, that the swell subsides sooner after the storm is past. But it is a treacherous sea to navigate, and fraught with more perils to navigation than the ocean. Violent squalls often arise very suddenly, and I was convinced that the mode of rigging vessels in the fashion of poleacres is well calculated for this sea. They are enabled to drop their sails all at once, when a vessel with a mast in three pieces might be dismasted before she could take in sail. At night, when the vessel was not more than four leagues from Stromboli, I observed it burning. It threw out flames to the height apparently of twenty feet; this would last a few minutes, and thus it continued the whole night at intervals. During the day it appeared smoking, but owing to the distance and the light I could see no flames. Whilst beating off this island, and trying to regain the bay of Naples, another storm drove us upon the coast of Calabria. I do not know any Juno that I have offended, but Eolus did not torment the Trojan hero more than myself, and very often I thought of Virgil's ancient description of the storm.

Una Eurusque Notusqu ruunt creberque procellis,

The second day of this month the vessel was anchored within the mole. Though we had made a winter passage of sixty days, from a country perfectly healthy, the ingenuity of the health office thought proper to impose a quarantine of twenty days upon the vessel. Being now in a place of safety, after having escaped so many dangers, I consider this as the last vexation of the voyage, and endeavour to support it patiently, as it will soon terminate; though I have so long enjoyed the society of the captain and mate that I begin to grow tired of it. The latter asked me the other day, with a silly hesitating grin, to guess how much money he hel spent since our arrival. I confess ed my inability to fix any sum. "Why we have been here only ten

days, and I have spent almost a

The first day after our arrival we
were besieged with beggars of eve-
ry sort. They come off in boats
and surround the vessel. One mo-
ment a capuchin would extend his
cowl, and in a submissive attitude
ask our charity; hardly rid of him,
before a band of musick would be

under the stern, till something was obtained; the serenade finished, a woman with three or four miserasomething. These scenes are so ble children would be screaming for gave them; and in consequence new to an American, that we always cants, that we were obliged at last were so surrounded with supplito refuse our charity altogether.


[From Dr. Arthur Browne's Miscellaneous Sketches.] do newspapers contain?...false news, false principles, false morals, endeavoured to be impressed on the publick by contending parties, with tue, or publick utility; and who out the least regard to truth, to virare the compilers of these vehicles of instruction (the only lessons learnt by the vulgar)? often the lowest, and vilest, and most ignorant of stotle taught the Athenian people. mankind. Socrates, Plato, and AriThe people of London are taught by the compilers of newspapers, the engines of the mob or of the court.

MY own opinion always has been, that the present state of illumination and refinement will be succeeded by second darkness and Cimmerian night, equally gloomy with the cloud raised by the crush of the Roman empire. The reply of those to whom the idea was suggested uniformly has been, impossible; the art of printing renders such fears groundless. I answer : the art of printing itself may become exclusively the engine of wickedness, of vice, of folly, of irreligion. If the fashion or madness of the times should produce a relish for corrupted food, we may be filled with writings to satiety, yet swallow nothing but poison; what infinite mischief has the press produced in our own days! In France, the vehicle of every crime, it has been the easy propagator of blasphemy, of massacre, of anarchy. Whether it shall finally be a blessing or a curse, must depend on the taste of mankind; and if that taste be vitiated, and feeds upon venom, the more it consumes the sooner will we perish, The press, without, morals will not preserve civilization; and inmorality will make it the vehicle of barbarism.

What do the common people now read?...newspapers; and what

not to be taught to read, as is said That the common people ought by some, is justly thought a mon strous position, yet it might be rendered true, if all they read tend to mislead and to darken them.

civilization? that press which pours Does the press improve their forth every day, for the improvement of our young men, the scenes ings; and for its maidens, the deof a brothel, illustrated with drawlusions of a novel, or the evidence of a trial for adultery? Query, whether the publications of morali ty and religion, numerous as they which Satan derives from the art are, countervail the advantage of printing?

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