“O, that a glove I to that hand were prest, “On which reclin’d, that lovely cheek might rest!” ’Twas thus the youth his amorous wish preferr’d, A glove--so cold a suit could ne’er be heard; Ah, surely _bosom friends_ were then unknown, That teach the breast a mutual warmth to own. * * * * * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * THE RISING MOON. Where yonder clouds adorn the eastern sky, The slowly rising moon, with solemn pace, Scans the fair face of heav’n in silent majesty, And like a light emits her favouring grace. High though her throne, the sparkling stars, Proud of their leader, shine more bright; (Devoid of clouds whose influence mars,) While mortals share her useful light. Slow in her train the moving planets all Glide in their spheres, ambitious to pursue Their faithful trav’ller as she scans the ball, And with their lustre combat to outdo. So man may shine with intellectual light, And all his virtue to the world impart; That distant fires his relicts may excite To study God, and humanize the heart. L. LE FEVRE. PINE-STREET, _Aug. 30, 1798_. * * * * * THE BATCHELOR’S WISH. Free from bustle, care and strife, Of this short various scene of life, O, let me spend my days. In rural sweetness with a friend, To whom I may my mind unbend, Not censure heed, or praise. Though not extravagant, or near, Yet through the well-spent checquer’d year, I’d have enough to leave. To drink a bottle with a friend, Assist him in distress, not lend, But rather freely give. Riches bring care, I ask not wealth, Let me enjoy but peace and health; I envy not the great. ’Tis peace alone can make me bless’d. The rich may take to east, or west, I claim not wealth or state. I too would chuse to sweeten life, A tender, mild, good-natur’d wife, Young, sensible, and fair. One who would love but me alone; Prefer my cottage to a throne, And soothe my every care. Thus happy with my wife and friend; My days I carefully would spend, By no sad thoughts oppress’d. If heaven has bliss for me in store, Grant me but this, I ask no more, And I am truly bless’d. NEW-YORK: _+Printed by JOHN BULL, No. 115, Cherry-Street+, where every Kind of Printing work is executed with the utmost Accuracy and Dispatch.--+Subscriptions+ for this +Magazine+ (at 2s. per month) are taken in at the Printing-Office, and by E. MITCHELL, Bookseller, No. 9, Maiden-Lane._ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * _UTILE DULCI._ THE NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE; or, Miscellaneous Repository. +Vol. II.+] +Wednesday, September 21, 1796.+ [+No. 64.+