From the Monthly Magazine. APHORISMS ON MAN,
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 THE world does not start fair in the race oi time; one country has run it's course before another has set out or even been heard of.- Riches, luxury, and the arts, reach their ut most height in one place while the rest of the globe is in crude and barbarous state de- cline thence forward, and can no more be resuscitated than the dead. The twelve old Etruscan cities are stone walls, surrounded with heaps of cinders. Rome is but the tomb of it's ancient greatness. Venice, Genoa, are extinct and there are those who think that England has had her day. She may exclaim in the words of Gray's Bard-" To triumph and to die are mine" America is just setting out in the path of history, on the modle oi England, without language of its own. and a continent instead of an island to run it's ca reer n-like novice in the art, who gets a larger canvass than his master ever had, to cover with his secondhand designs.

 It was shrewdly observed, that the ruin of States commences with the accumulation of people in great cities, which conceal and fos- ter vice and profiigacy.

 A certain bookseller wanted Northcote to write history of art in all ages and countries, and in all it's ramifcations and collateral bear ings. It would have taken life to execute it but the proecter thought it was as easy to make the book as to draw up the title-page. Some minds are as sanguine from want of imagination, as others are from an excess of it: they see no difficulty or objection in the way of what they undertake, and are blind to every thing but their own interest and wishes.

 There are but few authors who should mar ry; they are already welded to their studies and speculations. Those who are accustom- ed to the airy regions of poetry and romance, have fanciful and peculiar standard of per lection of their own, to which realities can seldom come up; and disappointment, indif- ference, or disgust are too often the result Besides, their ideas and their intercourse with society make them fit for the highest matches. If an author, baulked of the god dess of his idolitry, marries an ignorant and narrow-minded person, they have no lan- guage in common: if she is btue-stockinS, they do nothing but wranglc. Neither have most writers the means to maintain wife and family without difficulty. They have chosen their part, the pursuit of the intellectu- al and abstracted -and should not attempt to force the world of reality into union with it, like mixing gold with clay. In this respe ct, the Romish priests were perhaps wiser.- "Fiom every work they challenged esSoin for contemplation sake" Yet their celbacy was but compromise with their sloth and supposed sanctity. We must not contradict the course of nature, after all.

 There is sometimes seen more natural ease and grace in a common gipsey-girl than in an English cort-circle. To demand the req son why, is to ask why the strollng fortune seller's hair and eyes are black, or her face oval.