deg. deg. deg. 8. 1. 6. 8. 1. 6. 100 100 Aug 14 75 83 75 80 sw. w. do. clear, lt. wind, do. do. 15 67 73 68 w. do. se. cloudy, lt. wind, clear, 16 67 74 68 se. do. do. clear, lt. wind, do. do. 17 64 70 67 se. do. do. clear, lt. wind, do. do. 18 67 73 70 se. do. do. cloudy, lt. wind, clear. 19 73 78 75 se. do. do. cloudy, lt. wind, rain 20 73 79 78 se. do. do. cloudy, lt. wind, clear * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * ANTICIPATION. Man’s restless spirit, always on the wing, Insatiate, ever striving to be blest, With eager grasp lays hold on time to come, And fondly, with the future moment joins Some fancied pleasure, some expected bliss. In vain experience shews the grand mistake, And melts our air-built castles into nought; Hope beckons on, and man obsequious runs The same wild race, and with the same result; While tasteless creeps the present tiresome hour.-- --Say, Moralist, with philosophic eye, From hence what useful lesson may be learn’d, And what inferr’d to cheer the hopeless heart; Has not th’ all-wise Director of events Implanted deep within the human breast A hope of happiness, not here attain’d, To lead us on to seek some greater good, The bliss of Heav’n, the gift of Love divine?-- And will he disappoint this ardent hope? VIATOR. NEW-YORK _Aug. 19, 1796_. * * * * * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * THE SETTING SUN. (_Written at the request of a young Lady._) Behold yon brilliant orb, whose matchless light O’er heaven’s capacious arch its rays diffuse; Atchiev’d his constant round, he shews less bright, And half his splendor’s wrapt in western dews. The lightly passing clouds, with gold array’d, Steal from their august Monarch as he dies; And ting’d with brightest hues they fly pourtray’d; And give a glow to circumambient skies. The Night too soon her darksome curtain drops, And, deep with mourning look, drives day away; But lo! the radiant moon with lustre stops, And adds new glory, though she shines less gay. In such a scene as this we learn, that man, Although he dies and moulders in the tomb, His fame and virtues shall complete the plan; And while he sleeps in death his name shall bloom. The seeds of well spent days shall rise apace, And like the moon of night on growth will shine, Although his body is despoil’d of grace, And mix’d with ashes, as was Heav’n’s design. LUCIUS. Pine-Street, _Aug. 19, 1796_. * * * * * LINES ON THE CELEBRATED SHAKESPEARE.