What a change is this! what a metamorphosis of characters! Neither is it the fiction of imagination, but the delineation of what daily occurs in real life.---The traveller is quite a different being from the sedentary man, because he is active, and constantly excited by a variety of objects. Our ideas of the Almighty, are not less influenced by the circumstances which surround us. Behold the torpid monk, seeking the favour of a God of vengeance, by the rigours of an austere life. On the other hand, see the chearful friend of man, addressing the father of his fellow-creatures, with a heart full of love and gratitude, and a lively hope of his favour and protection. Such, then, is the penalty imposed on immoderate study, and thus the solitary pursuit of knowledge, when excessive, will entirely frustrate our expectations, and destroy the health of both body and mind. VIATOR. * * * * * MORAL MAXIMS. Mankind are more indebted to industry than ingenuity: the gods set up their favours at a price, and industry is the purchaser. A man without merit may live without envy; but who would wish to escape on these terms? * * * * * * * * * MARRIED, On Thursday evening last by the Rev. Bishop Provost, Captain JOHN SANDERS, of Exeter, (England) to the amiable Miss CATHERINE LIVINGSTON, of this city. * * * * * _METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS._ _From the 9th to the 15th inst._ _Thermometor observed at 6, A.M. 3, P.M._ _Prevailing winds._ _OBSERVATIONS on the WEATHER._ deg. deg. 6. 3. 6. 3. 100 100 Oct. 9 43 55 ne. s. clear, light wind do. do. 10 37 50 51 ne. do. clear, lht. wd. cloudy do. 11 48 55 75 ne. se. cloudy lt. wd. do. do. 12 46 58 n. se. clear lt. wd. do. do. 13 55 66 ne. se. foggy light wind calm do. 14 55 70 75 w. s. cloudy light wind clear calm 15 53 61 50 n s. foggy calm clear light wind * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ LA FAYETTE----A SONG. By William Bradford, Esq. Late Attorney General of the United States. As beside his cheerful fire, ’Midst his happy family, Sat a venerable sire, Tears were starting in his eye; Selfish blessings were forgot Whilst he thought on Fayette’s lot, Once so happy on our plains, Now in poverty and chains. Fayette (cried he) honoured name, Dear to these far distant shores: Fayette, fired by Freedom’s flame, Bled to make that freedom ours; What, alas! for thee remains, What, but poverty and chains! Soldiers, in the field of death, Was not Fayette foremost there? Cold and shivering on the heath, Did you not his bounty share? What for this your friend remains, What, but poverty and chains!