In the reign of Dermot O’Mullogh, in the kingdom of Connaught, about the beginning of the second century, a noisy fellow by the name of _Pat Riot_, made himself very conspicuous; the word _Patriot_ has come down to us perfect and unimpaired. * * * * * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ +JULIET.----A Story.+ The sun had descended just below the horizon--all nature was wrapped in solemn silence--when Juliet hastened to the tomb of her dear friend. Having seated herself upon the green turf near his head, and looking with anxiety to the grave, she exclaimed-- “Oh Lovemore!-- Why leave your Juliet thus to mourn?-- Answer me, my dear, this once--how cruel to separate us!-- Oh Death, thou welcome messenger to those who are troubled--thou finisher of grief and despair--thou antidote to all future evils-- Why thus delay thy second coming?--- Or, why didst thou come so soon?-- What have I been guilty of, that thus thou dost torment?-- If Lovemore received the summons, why not Juliet?-- Oh Lovemore!--- thou who wert once the boast of creation, now to be no more!-- Thou who were once the delight of all who had the pleasure of thy acquaintance---now to be a companion for worms.--- Cruel fates thus to deprive me of my all--- If the summons must be obeyed, why was not the tomb of Lovemore made the receptacle for Juliet too.--- Lovemore---he is gone---alas! he’s gone---never to return---never to behold his Juliet again.--- Lovemore! Lovemore!--- why thus callous to the cries of her whom it was ever thy wish to please?--- Must Juliet, thy beloved Juliet, weep in vain?--- And must those lips which never spoke of Lovemore but with affection and delight, be silenced without a reply?--- Surely you have not grown disdainful to her whom you once adored?--- If still thou art the Lovemore whom Juliet once beheld---if still thy affection for her is pure, why thus be silent?--- I conjure you by those tender vows which once you made, answer me now.”---- “Juliet--- Juliet”---- “Hark!--- What voice is that I hear calling on Juliet’s name?”---- “Why thus repine at the will of Heaven?--- and why thus dictate to thy Creator how to act?--- Consider thy presumption in reproving him.--- Will your repeated cries to heaven restore new vigour to that inanimate, cold, and putrified clay?--- No;--- all will be in vain.--- I charge you, reflect.”---- “Have I erred?--- Oh! righteous Heaven, and have I been guilty of accusing thee of injustice?--- Have I called in question thy power?--- Yes;--- it is too true--- I have.--- Why did Juliet murmur, and why oppose thy just decrees?--- O Heaven, was it not for the affection she bore to thee, Lovemore, that caused her thus to transgress?--- Yes, it was, Juliet loved him, and Juliet still loves him---but her will must be submissive to the will of Heaven.--- He who gave thee birth, O Lovemore! has called you hence--- You have