Mean temperature of the thermometer at 8 A.M. 71 1 Do. do. of the do. at 1 P.M. 78 28 Do. do. of the do. at 6 P.M. 78 0 Do. do. of the do. whole month 75 76 Greatest monthly range between the 12th and 29th and 31 30 50 Do. do. in 24 hours 30 and 30 12 50 Warmest day the 29 89 Coldest day the 31 58 50 7 Days it rained, in this month, but not a large quantity. 2 Do. it thundered and lightned, viz 11th and 19th. 16 Do. the wind was to the Eastward of the North and South. 15 Do. the do. do. to the westward of do. do. 26 Do. the wind was light at 8 1 and 6 o’clock. 2 Do. it was a calm. 16 Do. it was clear at do. do. 4 Do. it was cloudy at do. do The 29th at 1 P.M. the mercury was one degree higher than any day in this summer, and 4 lower, than the warmest day in the last. * * * * * TO ------. Think not, TRANSCENDANT MAID! my woe Shall ever trouble thy repose; The mind no lasting pang can know, Which lets the tongue that pang disclose. Sorrow is sacred when ’tis _true_, In deep concealment proudly dwells: And seems its passions to subdue, When most th’ impulsive throb compels. For HE who dares assert his grief, Who boasts the anguish he may prove; Obtains, perhaps, the wished relief, But O! he surely does not love! The lover is a man afraid, Has neither grace, nor ease, nor art; Embarrassed, comfortless, dismay’d, He sinks, the VICTIM OF HIS HEART. He feels his own demerits most, When he should most aspire to gain; And is at length completely lost, Because he cannot urge his pain. And when, alas! her hand shall bless Some more attractive youth than HE; He never can adore the less, But glories in his agony. He sees her to the altar led, And still commands his struggling sighs; Nor will he let one tear be shed, He triumphs then, for then he dies! * * * * * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * LINES _Addressed to a Gentleman who had been a Prisoner to the Indians, and was ransomed by the merchants of Detroit._