ments of the figure. It is to be procured at the celebrated East India warehouse of Millard & Co. 16, Cheapside. No. 2 is a specimen of the new patent twine cloth, for sheeting, yard and half wide; possessing those rarely united qualities of great delicacy, economy, and conduciveness to health. It is equal in appearance to the fine Holland, yet without the chilly properties of the latter, whilst it is obtained at one half the expence. The mathematical principle on which it is manufactured, renders it at once durable and delicate. The apparatus and machinery are of great extent, and extremely curious, being worked by steam. It is sold at Millard's, as above, and at no other house, in pieces of two pair cach. No. 3, a Manchester muslin, composed of cotton and silk, and of tastefully contrasted colours. It is equally adapted to the dome tic or evening costume, distinguished only by its construction and its trimmings. It is sold by T and I. || Smith, Tavistock-street, CoventGarden, at 2s. 6d. per yard, silk width. No. 4 is a silk chequered shawl pattern for gentlemen's waistcoats, and is sold by Messrs. Kestevens and Co. York-st. Covent-Garden. Poetry. THE BIRTH OF THE BUTTERFLY. | Trembling awile, with joy she stood. THE shades of night were scarcely fled, Had dropt a short, but balmy shower, On ev'ry tree, on ev'ry flower: And from the blackbird's mellow throat From mountain side and shadowy dell: The offspring of enraptur'd May, No infant wretchedness she knew; At once to full perfection grew. Her slender form, etherial light, Her velvet-textur'd wings unfold, With all the rainbow's colours bright, And dropt with spots of burnish'd gold. And felt the sun's enlivʼning ray, And wonder'd at her plumage gay; Thro' fields of air prepar'd to sail; Then on her vent'rous journey springs, And floats along the rising gale. Go, child of pleasure, range the fields Taste all the joys that Spring can givePartake what bounteous Summer yields, And live, while yet 'tis thine to live. Go sip the rose's fragrant dew The lily's honeyed cup explore- Thy moments too of short repose; Pours on the gale an airy note, They cease-but still a voice I hear, " Prepare thee, mortal! thou must die! "Yet, start not! on thy closing eyes "Another day shall still unfold, "A sun of milder radiance rise, "A happier age of joys untold. "Shall the poor worm that shocks thy sight, "The humblest form in Nature's train, "Thus rise in new-born lustre bright, "And yet the emblem teach in vain? "Ah! where were once her golden eyes, "Her glittering wings of purple pride? "Concealed beneath a rude disguise, "A shapeless mass, to earth allied. "Like thee the hapless reptile liv'd, "Like thee she toil'd, like thee she spun; "Like thine, her closing hour arriv'd, "Her labours ceas'd, her web was done. "And shalt thou, number'd with the dead, "No happier state of being know? "And shall no future morrow shed "On thee a beam of brighter glow. "Is this the bound of power divine, "To animate an insect frame? "Or shall not he who moulded thine, "Wake at his will the vital frame? "Go, mortal! in thy reptile state, "Enough to know to thee is given; "Go! and the joyful truth relate, "Frail child of earth, high heir of heaven." THE KISS. By J. M. LACEY. 'Twas wrong, 'twas 1 very wrong, own; And doubtless, dear one, 'twas alarm ing; But like a radiant sun you shone, And look'd, my love, so very charming: Such beauty swam in either eye, 'Twas vain to hope I could resist you; Your lip to mine was some how nigh, And so, dear, tempting girl, I kiss'd you! And view poor Cynthia's lowly bed: "Tis yonder little fresh green sod, Where seldom mourner's foot hath trod, Or pious tear been shed. O Time! I would not blame thy power, For Cynthia's youth and beauty flown; I mourn that but so sweet a flower Should bloom and wither all alone: Beyond compare, And ever was her heart so blithe, || By gay, good-humour'd mirth upborne-O Time! she would have laugh'd to scorn Thy very glass and scythe, For her, soft dreams and slumbers light Succeeded calm, unruffled days; Each eye beamed on her with delight, The moon's still beam On lake or stream, Dark woods and precipices rude, Each tongue was tuneful in her praise; || Would then inspire sweet melancholy, And at her feet, With reverencé meet, A crowd of flattering suitors strove; Some proffer'd glittering gems and gold, And some of endless transports told, And everlasting love.. But little could their prayers avail, She scorn'd the sound of Mammon's The gay attire, Could she admire, Of beaux that glitter'd by her side? While every vagrant butterfly, That frisks beneath a summer sky, Could rival all their pride. Yet had she seen some gentle youth, In plaintive mood, What though the charms which Nature spread, With raptur'd eye she oft survey'd; What though, "by heavenly music led," She lov'd to wander through the shade; Still from her breast, Forlorn, distress'd, Would sometimes break unbidden sighs, That she had none whose feeling heart In all her griefs might bear a part, And share in all her joys. Vain was the oft repeated sigh, And hide thy faded beauties here: A more than friend Was needed, who could watch each breath,- Still near thy sickly couch could wait,— Support thee on the brink of fate, And cheer the gloom of death. Thou who could'st mourn o'er Friendship's bier, Why was thine own unwept to be? Thou who could'st give to all a tear, Why was there none to weep for thee? Now, o'er thy grave The wild weeds wave, Who shall thy perish'd worth deplore? Or say, the breast which lies beneath, Though doomed its sighs unheard to breathe, Was never cold before? Adieu, poor Cynthia! though thy bier By widow'd love has not been press'd; For friends her youthful years had What though no child, with starting tear, known, Who now had owned the sacred tie Which binds all charities in one:- Shall view thy place of holy rest; This little mound Shall still be found S s Thou'rt the first of the year That I've seen appear, Since Winter resign'd his stern reign; But soon beside thee, Many more shall there be, So gaily to deck the green plain. See, the Sun in his pride, Wooes the earth as his bride, And ere his love-tale he has done, She plenteously pours Her earliest flow'rs, Of which, modest Daisy, thou'rt one. Since all things look bright, To join in the general lay, Though thou canst not sing L LONDON MARKETS. Return of Wheat from Sep. 27 to Oct. 2. Return of Flour from Oct. 2 to 8. TOTAL, 15,552 sacks.-Average, 84s. 42d. per sack, or 4s. 84d. per sack lower than last return. Average of England and Wales, Oct. 9. d Single ditto 130 a 137 Mocha Gainsboro' 12 93a Wheat 94 11 Barley 52 59 4 Oats 33 10 Pease 65 10 Canary Lumps 64 5 Large ditto 124 a 132 Bourbon Louth 13 80 122 a 123 St. Domingo 60 Huntingdon 9 72a 96 50 a 55 27 Bastards, whole 94 a 95 Java Newark 13 95 a 103 gua 96 50 a 58 30 a 4070 a 80 Spilsby 11 80a 96 48 a 54 96 a 98 Trinidad and Ryegate -3 92 a 95 Carraccas Devizes 14 88a 10046 a 55 SPICES and PEPPER, per lb. Swansea 13 92a 48 a 82 a 200 Nutmegs 18 0 a 24 U 75 a. 80 Cloves white 10 19 black 70 a 75 Cinnamon 10 6 a 11 60 94 Canary, per qr, 90|131| 16 27 Hempseed 60 70 RICE, Bonded. Pepp. white 5 3 a Friezland Linseed 90 (112) 24 39 Clover, red, Carolina 24 a 26 black Average price of Raw Sugar, exclusive of duty, 58s. 11jd. foreign, red 72 100 Sugars have been very dull this month, and raw sugars are of Farnham 13 5 15 a 8 10 Sussex 080 5 Rum, Jamaica 4 6 a 69 Lew, Isl. 3.88 S d · 0 ов 0 0 Scotch 0 6 Spirits of Wine24 o a U 0 Henley Maidenhead a 66 - а a a |