I assured him, that I did indeed remember Capt. S——; but that surprize and sorrow now damped the joy I should have felt on the renewal of our acquaintance, had I found him in a situation more worthy of him. I intreated him to believe, that however hardly fortune had dealt by him (and that she had dealt hardly I could not doubt), there still existed some few compassionate hearts; and that I was proud to place mine among the number. He gently pressed my hand to his lips; intreated I would name an early day for giving him another meeting in the same place; and telling me he was then going by appointment to see his old friend, and former Colonel, Lord G. he tottered down the avenue, but not till we had agreed on meeting the following morning at twelve; when he promised to acquaint me with the success of his visit, from which he already seemed to derive the most sanguine expectations. My eyes could only follow him for a few minutes, but my heart ceased not to accompany him throughout the day; and while I pondered on the vicissitudes of life, and retracing his former situation, I could not help sorrowfully contrasting it with his present embarrassments.
(To be continued.)
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[The Editors of the New-York Weekly Magazine, present their readers, this week, with the first number of the “FARRAGO,” from the inimitable pen of Mr. Dennie, author of “The Lay Preacher,” &c. &c. The pure morality, the elegant and classical style which is pourtrayed in every paragraph, the Editors flatter themselves will be acceptable to the lovers and patrons of Literature. The Farrago originally appeared in “The TABLET,” a literary paper published in Boston, which was universally read and admired throughout the New-England States.]
THE FARRAGO.
Nº. I.
“A DESULTORY WAY OF WRITING,
A HOP, SKIP, AND JUMP MODE OF INDITING.”