The Recorder

FROM THE BOSTON GAZETTE.

AMONG the numerous accomplishments of a

Certain wise and virtuous Great Man, the public

have not yet been informed that he possesses the

fire and the soul of a Dane. Scarce a day now

passes, without developing one new and unex-

pected excellence in the character of that incom-

parable man: and the following song will abun-

dantly prove, that his poetical powers are not

less conspicuous than his philosophical acuteness,

and his capacious and minute acquirements as

a Naturalist --it was indeed written under the im-

mediate and omnipotent inspiration of T. P. J.; but

its inimitable beauties of sentiment amply demon-

strate, that its author has a genius of universal ap-

plication. The lover of the Muses will regret that

the cares of the nation have deprived us of so

sweet an Ovid.

O! formose puer! nimium ne crede colori!

Alba ligustra cadant, vaccinia nigra leguntur.

A PHILOSOPHIC LOVE SONG.

TO SALLY.

LET poets sing, and striplings sigh,

For dames bright and fair,

The ruby lip, the sapphire eyes

The silken, auburn hair--

My philosophic taste disdains,

Such paltry charms as those=

Scorns the smooth skin's transparent veins,

And cheeks that shame the rose.

In glaring red, and chalky white,

Let others beauty see;

Me no such tawdry tints delight--

No! black's the hue for me!

What though my Sally's nose be flat,

'Tis harder, then, to break it--

Her skin is sable--what of that?

'Tis smooth as oil can make it.

If down her neck no ringlets flow;

A fleece adorns her head--

If on her lips no rubies glow,

Their thickness serves instead.

Thick pouting lips! how sweet their grace

When passion fires to kiss them!

Wide spreading over half the face,

Impossible to miss them.

Thou Sally, thou, my house shalt keep,

My widow'd tears shall dry!

My virgin daughters--see! they weep--

Their mother's place supply.

Oh! Sally! hearken to my vows!

Yield up thy sooty charms---

My best belov'd! my more than spouse,

Oh! take me to thy arms!

In Addison's Cato, we find a warm advocate

for African beauty. Syphax, when observing Juba to be enamoured with the Ro-

man maids, thus speaks to his prince of the

beautiful damsels of Numidia. "The glowing

dames of Zama's royal courts, have faces flush'd

with more exalted charms. Were you with

these, my prince, you'd soon forget the pale

unripen'd beauties of the North."