And thou Supreme! whose hand sustains this ball,
Before whose nod the nations rise and fall,
Propitious smile, and shed diviner charms
On this blest land, the queen of arts and arms;
Make the great empire rise on wisdom's plan,
The seat of bliss, and last retreat of man.

THE MONKEY WHO SHAVED HIMSELF AND HIS FRIENDS.

A FABLE.

A MAN who own'd a barber's shop
At York, and shaved full many a fop,
A monkey kept for their amusement;
He made no other kind of use on 't-
This monkey took great observation,
Was wonderful at imitation,
And all he saw the barber do,
He mimic'd straight, and did it too.

It chanced in shop, the dog and cat,
While friseur dined, demurely sat,
Jacko found nought to play the knave-in,
So thought he'd try his hand at shaving.
Around the shop in haste he rushes,
And gets the razor, soap, and brushes;
Now puss he fix'd (no muscle miss stirs)
And lather'd well her beard and whiskers,
Then gave a gash, as he began—

The cat cry'd "waugh!" and off she ran.
Next Towser's beard he try'd his skill in,
Though Towser seem'd somewhat unwilling:
As badly here again succeeding,

The dog runs howling round and bleeding.
Nor yet was tired our roguish elf;
He'd seen the barber shave himself;

So by the glass, upon the table,
He rubs with soap his visage sable,

Then with left hand holds smooth his jaw,—
The razor in his dexter paw;

Around he flourishes and slashes,
Till all his face is seam'd with gashes.
His cheeks despatch'd-his visage thin
He cock'd, to shave beneath his chin;

Who cannot write, yet handle pens,
Are apt to hurt themselves and friends.
Though others use them well, yet fools
Should never meddle with edge tools.

LEMUEL HOPKINS.

DR LEMUEL HOPKINS was born at Waterbury, in Connecticut, June 19th, 1750. His father was a farmer in easy circumstances, and while he reared all his children to the labor of the field, took care to bestow upon them a good education. Dr Hopkins is said to have been determined to the study of physic when young, by observing the gradual decline of some of his connexions, who were sinking under a consumption. This inclination to medical pursuits was strengthened by the circumstance of a hereditary predisposition to the same disorder which existed in the family. His education, it seems, had not been classical, and having resolved upon the medical profession, he applied himself to Latin and other preliminary studies, and after proper qualification, placed himself under the care of a physician in Wallingford. He began regular practice in Litchfield, about the year 1776, and was for a short time in the American army as a volunteer. About 1784, he removed to Hartford. Here he passed the rest of his life, devoted to the labors of a physician, and man of letters. He fell a victim, we are told, to the exercise of an

Humphreys had completed this fable with the exception of the last couplet, and made several attempts to give it that pointed finish which he desired, but could not succeed. He then went with it to the author of M'Fingal, and told him his difficulty. Trumbull took the piece and read it aloud; then looking upward with that keen glance for which his eye was remarkable, added without pausing

"Drew razor swift as he could pull it,

And cut from ear to ear his gullet."

improper remedy in his own case, occasioned by his dread of a pulmonary complaint. He died on the 14th of April, 1801. Dr Hopkins was a physician of great skill and reputation. His memory was so retentive, that he would quote every writer he had read, whether medical or literary, with the same readiness that a clergyman quotes the Bible. In his labors for scientific purposes, he was indefatigable. The Medical Society of Connecticut is indebted to him as one of its founders. In his person he was tall, lean, stooping and long-limbed, with large features and light eyes, and this uncouth appearance, added to a great eccentricity of manner, rendered him at first sight a very striking spectacle.

In his literary character he was eminent among the distinguished writers of the place where the most of his life was spent. Trumbull, Barlow, Humphreys, Dwight and others, were his associates, and the two first with Hopkins wrote the Anarchiad. He also had a hand in The Echo, The Political Greenhouse, and many satirical poems of that description, in which he had for his associates, Richard Alsop, Theodore Dwight, and a number of others. Besides these, there are a few short pieces which were written by him exclusively.

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The Anarchiad was published in portions in the Connecticut Magazine, during the year 1786, and 1787. It is a political satire, referring to the state of the country at the period immediately preceding the adoption of the federal constitution. The American states were at that time loosely connected, each pursuing its own separate policy, without any regard for the plans of the other members of the confederacy, or the general welfare of the country. This led to embarrassments in the public affairs, which by the instrumentality of factious and violent persons, occasioned great disorders. Against the promoters of these political troubles, the Anarchiad is pointed. The poem is represented in the introduction as having been discovered in digging among the ancient aboriginal fortifications in the western country, and by the aid of vision and prophecy, it is made to bear on modern events. A strain of grave moral expostulation is mixed up

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with satirical touches in a very able manner. Dr Hopkins suggested the plan of the work, and has always borne the credit of having written the most striking passages. authorship being more closely connected with his name than any other, the extracts from the poem are given under the present head.

"IN visions fair, the scenes of fate unroll,
And Massachusetts opens on my soul.
There Chaos, Anarch old, asserts his sway,
And mobs in myriads blacken all the way:
See Day's stern port, behold the martial frame
Of Shays' and Shattuck's mob-compelling name:
See the bold Hampshirites on Springfield pour,
The fierce Tauntonians crowd the alewife shore.
O'er Concord fields, the bands of discord spread,
And Worcester trembles at their thundering tread:
See from proud Egremont, the woodchuck train
Sweep their dark files, and shade with rags the plain.
Lo, the court falls; the affrighted judges run,
Clerks, lawyers, sheriffs, every mother's son.
The stocks, the gallows, lose the expected prize,
See the jails open, and the thieves arise.
Thy constitution, Chaos, is restored;
Law sinks before thy uncreating word;

Thy hand unbars the unfathom'd gulph of fate,
And deep in darkness whelms the new born state.

Bow low, ye heavens, and all ye lands draw near,
The voice prophetic of great Anarch hear!
From eastern climes, by light and order driven,
To me, by fate, this western world was given;
My standard rear'd, the realm imperial rules,
The last asylum for my knaves and fools.
Here shall my best and brightest empire rise,
Wild riot reign, and discord greet the skies.
Awake, my chosen sons, in folly brave,
Stab independence, dance o'er freedom's grave;
Sing choral songs, while conquering mobs advance,
And blot the debts to Holland, Spain, and France;
Till ruin come, with fire and sword and blood,
And men shall ask, where your republics stood?

Thrice happy race! how bless'd are discord's heirs!

Bless'd while they know what anarchy is theirs ;
Bless'd while they feel, to them alone 'tis given
To know no sovereign, neither law nor heaven.
From all mankind by traits peculiar known,
By frauds and lies distinguish'd for mine own,
Wonder of worlds! like which to mortal eyes,
None e'er have risen, and none e'er shall rise!
Lo, the poor Briton, who, corrupted, sold,
Sees God in courts, or hears him chink in gold,
Whose soul proud empire oft has taught to stray,
Far as the western world and gates of day;

Though plagued with debts, with rage of conquest curst, In rags and tender-acts he puts no trust;

But in the public weal, his own forgets,

Finds heaven for him who pays the nation's debts;
A heaven like London his fond fancy makes

Of nectar'd porter and ambrosial steaks.

Not so, Columbia, shall thy sons be known,
To prize the public weal above their own;
In faith and justice least, as last in birth,
Their race shall grow a by-word through the earth :
Long skill'd to act the hypocritic part,

Grace on the brow, and knavery at the heart,
Perform their frauds, with sanctimonious air,

Despise good works, and balance sins by prayer.

Forswear the public debt, the public cause,

Cheat heaven with forms, and earth with tender-laws,
And leave the empire, at its latest groan,
To work salvation out by faith alone.
Behold the reign of anarchy begun,

And half the business of confusion done.

From hell's dark caverns, discord sounds alarms,
Blows her loud trump, and calls my Shays to arms;
O'er half the land the desperate riot runs,

And maddening mobs assume their rusty guns.
From councils feeble, bolder faction grows,
The daring corsairs, and the savage foes;
O'er western wilds the tawny bands, allied,
Insult the state of weakness and of pride;
Once friendly realms, unpaid each generous loan,
Wait to divide, and share them for their own.
Now sinks the public mind; a deathlike sleep

O'er all the torpid limbs begins to creep;
By dull degrees, decays the vital heat,
The blood forgets to flow, the pulse to beat.
The powers of life, in mimic death withdrawn,