For the Polynesian.
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To j.. p. C.


Your parting lines, no doubt were sweet,
ITO her, for whom they all ''werc meant"
But think how sad, we must have felt,
For whom, alas! they were not meant
Such clusters rare, quite out of reach
TO envous eyes, could not seem sweet.
On why, expose to public view,


WHATS meant for one, pray tell me true.
Were they too pretty, did you think?
10 lie concealed in some dark Chnk,
Like flowers, which bloom in some wild dell;
And OF whose beauties, none can tell.
No danger, sure, of such fate;


They ne cr would die unknown


10 woman 5 vanity, leave that;


And not expose your own. XANTHIPPE.
Our readers will be somewhat surprised to
find Xanthippc among the muses., but poeti-
cal favors are so rarely received, that we
are grateful even for the smallest. We in
scrt the above (though we must confess its
merits are beyond our ken) with the hope
that those who are more intimate with the
nine sisters, will fully appreciate its mystic
charms. For ourselves we cry quarter.
and leave J. p. c. and Xanthippe to make
as comfortable a match as they choose.