deg. deg. deg. 8. 1. 6. 8. 1. 6. 100 100 100 Sept. 11 72 81 79 w. do. do. clear, lt. wd. do. do. do. 12 74 75 82 81 sw. w. do. cloudy, lt. wd. do. do. 13 70 25 76 72 75 sw. do. se. rn lt. wd. clear cloudy do. 14 76 83 73 50 sw do. w. clear do. rain thun & lt. 15 73 78 50 76 w. do. do. thun. lt. rain at night do. 16 64 71 25 70 50 nw. do w. clear lt. wd. do. do. do. 17 67 25 73 25 63 50 s. sw. w. clear h. wd. do. l. wd. * * * _N.B._ On Wednesday last, at about 5 o’clock P.M. a very violent whirlwind seemed to concentrate within the vicinity of the house in which the Balloon was suspended, in the suburbs of this city.--Such was its violence, that it threw down and rent in pieces the said house, in all directions; the fence around it was also destroyed. The Balloon was suspended, and at this time was compleatly filled with atmospheric air; by the fall and rending of the house the Balloon was totally separated in several pieces, and otherwise so torn and rent as to be totally irreparable. Such was the dreadful violence of the wind at this place, and but for a moment, that a round tin gutter, which was well fastened to the house adjoining, and which had resisted other storms, was totally broken in several pieces, and part of it carried 50 yards distant. The fence at this house was rent and torn very much. This storm was attended with very violent thunder and lightning, which continued nearly an hour, and a great quantity of rain. In the night following a very heavy storm of thunder, lightning, very high wind, and rain. It may very justly be presumed, that there was as great a quantity of thunder and lightning in eight hours, as ever was experienced in so short a time; and it evidently appears to have left a charming, agreeable and healthy atmosphere, and, doubtless, great public good will result therefrom. * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * _ELEGY_ ON MISS MARGARETTA HERVEY, Who Departed This Life _March 14, 1796_. Vain are the loveliest virtues of the heart, The charms of beauty and of youth are vain To stop thy progress Death, to turn thy dart, Or the beloved spirit to retain. Else Margaretta still had blest our sight, Nor sad affection wept upon her tomb; Yet boast not, Death, for hope’s celestial light Points to a place where thou canst never come. There friends shall meet on Heaven’s eternal shore; There we shall triumph when thou art no mare. New-York, _Sept. 17, 1796_. * * * * * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * WRITTEN DURING THE STORM ON WEDNESDAY LAST, THE _15th_ INST.