Same evening, by the Rev. Dr. Beach. Mr. WILLIAM WOODS, to Miss JEMIMA SIMMONS, both of this city. * * * * * _METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 1st to the 6th inst._ _Days of the Month._ _Thermometer observed at 8, A.M. 1, P.M. 6, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._ deg. deg. deg. 8. 1. 6. 8. 1. 6. 100 100 100 Aug. 1 76 25 86 75 73 75 SW. do. W. Clear, rain, thun lt. 2 76 82 83 50 NW. W do. clear, do. do. lt. wind. 3 70 75 75 75 75 NW. do. clear, do. do. 4 66 72 75 71 N. nw do. clear, do. do. 5 71 76 73 SE W. SW. clear, do. do. 6 69 72 67 SE. do. E. cloudy, rain, cloudy * * * * * ON READING SOME ELEGIES. Hither your wreaths, ye drooping muses bring, The short-liv’d rose, that blooms but to decay; Love’s fragrant myrtles, that in paphos spring, And deathless poetry’s immortal bay. And oh! thou gentlest shade, accept the verse, Mean though it be, and artlessly sincere, That pensive thus attends thy silent hearse, And steals, in secret shades, the pious tear. What heart by heav’n with gen’rous softness blest, But in thy lines its native language reads? Where hapless love, in tender, plainness drest, Gracefully mourns and elegantly bleeds. In vain, alas, thy fancy fondly gay Trac’d the fair scenes of dear domestic life; The sportive loves forsook their wanton play, To paint for thee the mistress, friend and wife. Oh luckless lover! form’d for better days, For golden years, and ages long ago: For thee Persephone* impatient stays, For thee the willow and the cypress grow. [* The Goddess of Death.] * * * * * * * * * +For the New-York Weekly Magazine.+ * * * ELEGY ON AN UNFORTUNATE VETERAN. The loud inclement storm now rages high, Then why, my friend, imprudent dost thou roam? Go seek some hospitable shelter nigh, Or haste and warm thee at thy social home. Nor longer thy half-cover’d limbs expose, To the assaults of th’ unpitying air; Thy fragile body sure demands repose, For numerous years have silver’d o’er thy hair. “No home I have!” the hapless wanderer cries; Say, was thy youth to vicious courses given; That thus thy age must brave inclement skies, To fate the vengeance of offended heaven? No guilty passion warm’d my youthful breast, Nor foul injustice stain’d my spotless name; But once in brighter, happier prospects blest, I sacrific’d those golden views to fame. Ardent to check Iberia’s tyrant pow’r, Thro’ unpropitious seas I took my way, And gain’d her coast, but, ah, unhappy hour! How many gallant soldiers fell that day!