On Sunday evening last, by the Rev. Dr. Foster, Mr. THOMAS RINGWOOD, Printer, to Miss CATHARINE HERBERT, both of this city. * * * * * _METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 2d to the 8th inst._ _Days of the Month._ _Thermometer observed at 6, A.M. 3, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._ deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3. 100 100 Oct 2 54 60 75 ne. do. cloudy lht. wd. do. 3 53 54 ne. do. rain high wd. do. 4 51 65 n. do. cloudy h. wd. do. do. 5 53 63 75 sw. e. cloudy calm do. do. 6 52 63 nw. w. cloudy lt. wd. clear do. 7 46 59 nw. do. clear, light wind do. 8 44 57 n. w. clear, light wd. do. * * * * * TO A YOUNG LADY, On the Author’s Reading to her Sterne’s Beautiful Story of Maria. As Sterne’s pathetic tale you hear, Why rudely check the rising sigh? Why seek to hide the pitying tear, Which adds new lustre to the eye? Tears that lament another’s woe, Unveil the goodness of the heart: Uncheck’d, Maria, these should flow-- They please beyond the pow’r of art. Does not yon crimson-tinted rose, Whose opening blush delights the view, More splendid colouring disclose, When brightly gem’d with morning dew? So shall Maria’s beauteous face, Drest in more pleasing charms appear; When aided by the magic grace Of pity’s sympathizing tear. * * * * * THE REPARTEE. Cries Sylvia to a reverend Dean, What reason can be given, Since Marriage is a holy thing, That there are none in Heaven? There are no women he replied.---- She quick returns the jest-- Women there are, but I’m afraid They cannot find a priest. * * * * * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * TO EMMA. Charm’d by returning Friendship’s gentle voice, Each waken’d pulse with new-born rapture beats; My lonely heart the welcome stranger greets, And bids each quiv’ring, trembling nerve rejoice. Emma again shall meet my view, Still beats her heart to Friendship true, All the gay scenes by hope pourtray’d, Late hid by sorrow’s sombre shade, Revive upon my raptur’d sight, In glowing colours now more bright Than when we erst in early Friendship’s bands, First join’d our hearts and lock’d our infant hands.