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VOL. VI., NO. 38298:
BY 0. N. WORDEN.
WEDNESDAY, DEC. 19, 1849.
The isewwburg Chronicle t
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SATURDAY, DEC 15.
To our Patrons.
We have a few thoughts which we wish
to suggest to our readers, of interest as we
believe alike to themselves and to us. There
are many facta connected with newspa
per publishing which it could hardly be
expected would be duly considered by
those whose thought are luily employed
and energies entirely directed in other
channels. To a few of the.e we wish to
ask a moment's attention. It is for the
interest ot every community of sufficient
site, to have a press sustained within
it. It 'm important as a medium through
which not only general intelligence may
be diffused and brought home directly to
the doors of its citizens, but also as one in
which matter mora particularly local in
their character may be Wwctissed home
interests and honw business be noticed.
All this is so evident as to be universally
admitted, and the last mentioned ends can
cot be answered by any other than a local
press It may not be so readily realized
that aucb a press is useful in proportion to
the support it receives, but such we be
lirve as a general rule to be the fact. As
well might one expect a luxuriant eropj
from a barren field, or efficient sunrise
from a poorly fed horse, as that a poorly
sustained press could interest and benefit
a community ; and seldom we imagine
can a well sustained and well consumed
one be found that is useless to such a com
munity. Our doctrine is that it is a rule
with but few exceptions that patronage
bestowed upon publishers of local newspa
pers, re-acts and returns through the press
to benefit the district in which they are
located. And to be particular (as success
in business depends upon a proper attention
to pariiculmri) if this be so.every addition
to circulation increases the ability to be
useful. The larger the company the
richer the feast," or, the more readers, the
more interest in tbe page, it the newspaper
There is no reason why the page of a
newspaper can notbeaslargeand well filled
here as in New York or Philadelphia ex
cept that the patronage is more limited.
Every additional subscriber tends to make
it so, and increasea the ability to serve the
whole. These are facts.and we have only
to ask our readers, for whove generous
aupport and patronage we are under obli
gations, if they afford not a good reason
why they should not lend us their aid in
extending our circulation! Though it is
now increasing weekly, more rapid exten
sion would please us, acd enable us more
rapidly to improve our sheet, and make it
more desirable. A little effort would much
increase ourcirculation in many townships
bout us, and were we able to leave busi
ness at home we would make the effort
The winter season is always one ol
most interest in newspapers, and the pre
sent win be peculiarly so. None should
be ignorant of what is done during the
present sesson at Washington or Harris
burg. While fuller reports may be found
u mora extensive mediums, we shall en
deavor to note every important movement
and especially such aa are of most interest
le our readers, and will guaranty the
worth of their money to such as wit) send
in their names.
There is another tact connected with
newspaper publishing, of which we wish
to speak. It is one upon which so much
misapprehension exists, that we can not
pass it, even at the risk of making our ar
ticle too long. There are subscribers that
feel that the newa columns of country pa
pers especially, are too muck encroached
open by advertisements. In their lan
guage, the advertisements crowd out the
reading matter." Strange as it maybe
thought, the reverse is true. Less read
ing matter than now appears in all eur
sheets, con Id be afforded but for this ftf
source. In limited and sparsely settled
districts, a subscription list sufficient to
sustain a sheet that would contain the
reading matter we now give weekly, could
scarce be obtained. Instead of crowding
out other matter, advertisements enable
the publisher to increase it. Tbe business
man who benefits the publisher and him
self by advertising liberally through a lo
cal press, also actually benefits the general
reader, not merely by acquainting him
with his location, hia business, and the in
duoements he proposes to offer, but by en
abling the publisher to furbish a larger
amount of reading matter than could other
wise possibly be afforded. This may seem
strange to some, but it is true both in the
ory and practice. Patronage.then.friends,
both in tbe lino of subscribers and adver
tising, while it will gladden and strengthen
us in our work, will we trust result in
your manifest advantage. Give us patron
age to warrant it, and we will still enlarge
and improve our sheet. Aid us in doub
ling our subscription list, and an important
improvement shall be made.
Reader ! we found the above in a Car
boodale paper : but its truths are just aa
applicable to the Lewisburg paper and the
adjacent community. The following from
a leading City paper is also aprons :
Tee PettMSTLTANi Press- We believe
no other State in the Union can claim a
handsomer or better conducted number of
what is commonly termed country pa
pers.'' than Pennsylvania. For years we
have noticed their steady improvement,
and now they will rank with the ablest
journals in the country. This proves a
progress in taste and education. We al-1
ways judge a town or city, by the appear
a nee of its newspapers ; and by this rule,
we csnnot help feeling gratified at the evi
dent improvement in our own population.
From tbe Cincinnati Journal, Fab. 193S.
Take tbe Offering!
Dost thou hunger 1 Hers is bread.
Hooey, nulk, sad meat ;
Eat, O eat, snd ba yon fed ;
Take of spices sweet
Fainta thy apirit 1 Cone and lave,
In iba free, translucent wave.
Would yon mask like to know,
8eeter than e'er charmed yoar ear I
Leam you, then, while bare below.
That song which angels list le boar :
Strike, O etrike lbs quivering string ;
Learn, O learn, that sang to aing,
WooM you like of finest gold.
A girdle fitted for Your aide ' ,
Take you that of worth antold.
Made of gold that has beea tried :
Gird your age, and gird year yoelk.
With the beauteous band of truth.
Dost toon wish a Wiuisal leas.
To (race tbe garland for thy brow f
Oo tboe, then, and lake of hia
Who baa rich pearls to bestow :
In your chiplet, do not ett.
Pearls which in this world yon get.
Dost tboe wish a dress of Waits
Which outvies lbs rich erf hoe 1
Tske, O lake, thai robe of light.
Which lbs Savior oners you :
Take that crowd of diamond bright,
Aad deck thee for lbs coming night. N
Selected for lbs Chronicle.
Tbe Young Officer's Manuscript
from the Swedish of rasscucs
A young cavalry officer, one of my kin
dred, the favorite of my mity tad rich
in regard of all, was seized a few yetrs
since by a severe illness. It waa not re
garded as dangerous, and he was ordered
to (journey to a watering place ft a dis
tance from home. He departed full of
hope. His relations ami friends hoped to
see him return in a short time with restored
health ; but he never returned (rem the
foreign . land. He was an uncommonly
amiable young man, and full of promise ;
pure as tbe snow on tbe mountains of his
native land ; manly and powerful in tho't
and deed his heart was full of love, his
disposition gay, his soul shone from his
eyes. He was beloved and happy in a
degree which falls to the lot of eery few.
The following reflections be seeme to have
written down shortly before bis death.
They were found among tbe papere which
be left behind.
. For a few dsys, I have knWtt that I
should soon die. My phyncaur has told
me so, in answer to my earnest inopfrfee.
I would gladly have lived longer ; I am
not yet strong to meet death. Ah ! I have
so much to lose, so much to live for. I
would so gladly do some good in the
world. Were it not for my bodily suffer
ings, I should probably cling yet more
strongly to life, but these are severe.
In my mother's house, in the arms of
those I love, to go into the long sleep to
fall in the battle-field, fighting for my dear
country that would nut be hard. But to
die so solitary an tngloriottsly ; a sick bed,
far from all whom I love this weighs me
down. Yet I will not murmur, I will be
resigoed. My fate is not harder than that
of millions of my fellow creatures ; I will
seek, before the shadows ol death obscure
my thoughts, for something that will afford
consolation to them and to me. I will ex
amine the foundation and extent of the
consolation which I feel in myself at this
lime, and make it more active in my heart ;
(or heavier hours than these yet await me,
before the end comes.
1 shall soon die ! Die ? My soul has
still too much life fully to conceive this
certainty, the deep, deep sleep. My soul
waa full of other images, images of honor,
of love, of joy. Yet it is certain I shall
soon die. The bird which passes over my
head, the flowers which are scattered over
the ground, have a longer future thin I
The hand which writes this will soon
moulder in the dust, and the eye which
guides the hana will be devoured by worms.
Be it so ! But while it is yet open it will
look thee in the face, thou pule destroyer
of life. Thy followers, O Death ! who
will soon lay their hands upon me, shall
not terrify me. I am now alone with thee, j
thou terrible and wonderful being, whom f
have, seen from my childhood as an image
of terror and woe. I will examine thee
more nearly, before thou aeizest my hand
perhaps I shall then willingly offer it.
Death ! ! Since life has been put upon
earth, death, too, has been here. The
flowers start up in spring from the earth,
shed their Iragrance for a short time ; at
the time of harvest they are dead. The
animals come into life, sport awhile, pair,
build habitations for themselves, Lear
young, and die,serving as prey for each
And man 1 He awakes gradually to
consciousness, as from a dream, looks upon
the earth around him, and up to heaven,
and understands, and worships. A higher
aspiration fills his breast, and anticipations
of eternal trujh penetrate hi.n ; but as he
atands, and strives, and hopes, with aa un
fulfilled longing, and without having ac
complished anything, death seizes him, and
he ainks into night, and passes away
yes, all that is left of him, is his memory,
and food for worms. He is dead. Many
men die so early, that they have not yet
been able to accomplish anything on the
earth. Everything which has life must
die; wherever I turn my eyes I SCO death ;
and the lifeless mountains are the only ev
erlasting things on earth. Why, then,
does she produce aught else' ? These be
ings who love, who in this world, in suffe
ring and in hope, east their roots into esch
other, and then are torn away from one
another, and forced to die why are they
beret Whv all this loveliness which must
vanish, all this power which must be crip
pled, all tliis beauty which must moulder
away ? Why these sparks, which are ex
tinguished at the very instant of their kin
dlingthis life without pleasure these
deep sorrows 1 In order to be silent at
last, snd to sink into the earth the earth
hich will equal ce and cover up all ? Sba'l
my heart despair, while it ainks in these
sad thoughts in these dark questions!
That shall it not.
O Rod ! r thee, whom, since my child
hood, I have learned to worship, whose life
I feel m the depths of my soul, whom I
reverence ia tbe sacred voice of conscience,
and in all that I see? of good and beautiful
upon the earth on Thee do my heart and
thoughts firmly rest, as the first and only
end of all life and of all thought. Thou
art holy, and full of love ; Thou art good,
O God ; that do I feel, that do I believe in
my inmost heart. I should understand
myself no longer, nor what I love in oth
ers, their virtue, their love, nor the holy
sense of duty, which is written in every
heart, and which holds the world together ;
all would be try m a riddle, if I did not
believe ia Thee. My Creator ! with the
beet that Thou' hast given me, with this
heart Which loves Thee, with this reason
wliieh' can think of Tbee, with this will
mighty to listen to,' and obey Thee I will
and must worship Tbee. ueep in my
anrtkwMTfcou written'Thj nmMW"r
this hour, O God, ia which 1 am about to
meet death, whose nature I do not know,
in which I, already a shadow, am about to
mingle with shadows, in which I find the
powers of my mind failing more and more
in this hour, I can doubt of everything,
but of Thee, of Thy goodness and power.
Tuou art my God.
But this God, in whom I believe, whose
goodness and omnipotence are as certain
to me as the love in my own heart he
did not create pain and death not death
as it shows iuelf on earth, coming in pain
and darkiKtss ! The work in which infin
ite goodness expresses itself, must bear its
impress ; the minds proceeding from his
thought must be holy and perfect nature,
in which he mirrors himself, must be beau
tiful and without fault. God's eternal law
ol luve is written in the hearts of angels ;
it guides their actions, and the universe is
directed by the laws of this infinite good'
ness and purity. Spirits do not fallow this
law blindly, but freely and consciously ;
they are gifted with freedom ; tliey have
(he capacity of comprehending the will of
God and of saying, " Thy will, O God, I
Good and wise indeed must be this eter
nal and unchanging will ; for the changing
is only in time, and God is above time.
Good, then, are all the works of God ; for
only a tool destroys his own master-works.
To each li le that proceeds from Him He
gives the perfection and blessedness which
its nature is fitted to receive ; to the free
'p'ifit, the most excellent gifts, then to the
saimj's, and to the smallest worm, the
smallest flower, he gives strength and glad
ness; Alt, all is penetrated bv the life of
his love ! As the lover lives in his beloved
bride, so must God live in His creation,
loving, and blessing ; so must the world
love and worship God, and for ever must
they live in and for each other, and glorify
And is this the relation in the part of the
universe which 1 see, among the rational
beings whom I know among men? Ah!
it is not so ! God created man in His im
age, that 1 belie v ; end it can not be oth
erwise. How art t?o9 fallen from heaven,
thou beautiful morning msr! Whence is
sin in the hearts of men f whence the dark
ness in their life? whence sufferings on
the earth, d sorder, destruction, death?
whence the almost insupportablepain which
now forces out the drops of sweat upon
my brow, and is carrying mfi by degrees
into the dark grave ? O, God of goodness !
in Thee 1 believe, to Tbee I hold fast.
Man was born sinful, or with inclinations
to sin ; and strife and pain must live in na
ture while sin exists. Man and his world
are the work of God, the Holy, the Al
mighty. God did not create man sinful,
the worft imperfect ; this is to me an eter
nal truth. Has man then existed before
this earthly life T Did he come pure from
the hand of his Creator, and then has he
lallen ? Has he in his fall drawn down
his world, nature, with bim ? Is thia for
getfulness of his pre-existence a conse
quence of his higher consciousness during
this earthly second birth 1 Are the heav
enly il'uminatiuiis which even here flash
up in him, the good,- the beautiful, are
they recollections of his life with God ?
Do they point out, together with the phe
nomena of sin on the earth, a lost para
dise ? How can man, a perfect work of
God, have fallen ? What can have caused
his fail in a world, where God, the All
Good, is the only and the guiding principle''
A thousand questions cross each other in
my head. Where shaft t find; satisfactory
God can not have treated man evil ;
pure and noble must Ma fteve come from
bis hand ;' he must htrve lived before this
earthly life ; he must have fallen from his
original splendor, and with him, nature.
His second hirfh upon this, and in these
relations, must be a consequence of his
fall. How has man fallen 1 Because
he allowed himself to be conquered by
temptation,' say the traditions of our race.
Who tempted bim ? God ? Impossible.
The devil ? I can not believe in the devil
as a personal existence, nor in evil as a
kingdom. If there were a persona! being
whose will was opposed to that of God,
eternal like him, the ruter of a kingdom at
enmity with God, there would te no room
for calling this power evil"? to its' worship
ers, it could give, as God does, eternal life,
that is, the fulness of life which they 'rjve ;
for exampTeseiisual pleasure, fiatred.envy,
selfishness; cruelty, &&. ff we could thin
of evil es . an riSepeaderit, self-sufficing
Dowerl then it? oe ; if it should be
conquereu :i. - . ai wum unx amiKu
Byron's Lucifer would have been, right, to
say, " The other is strotiger than I, there
fore are his works called good ; were I te
strong as he, then sheuld my work be
But now, whenever evil spjear, it
enmrs not as an organizing, but always
as a separating, power. What, then, is
evil ? In its origin, probably, a servant of
good, as the shadow to the light, and which
has wandered from its destination ; a Ser
vant who has come to wear his master's
clothes, and who, disguised in them, seeks
to play his part ; a power which points out
nothing more than the impotence of the
fallen spirit, when it is tyrannized over by
its own perverted imagination, in the same
degree as it shuts itself up from the Divine.
I will not, with my weakened powers,
plunge inti the abyss of metaphysics,
which I never had strength, in the vigor of
my faculties, to fathom and in order to
explain the fall of man from God's holy
order in the universe, I will only add what
God, as the idea of good, as living good
ness, must exclude all evil from his ninir,.
This exclusion, however, supposes the pos.
sibility of evil ; hence follows a choice
(the conditions of Iree-will.) Gd' choice
is made from eternity ; man must work it
out for himself; but in the choice lies the
idea of evil (temptation ;) the idea brings
the desire, and this leads again to sin.
Man must pass from a condition of
childhood and innocence, to a condition of
intelligence and freedom. He had the lib
erty of choice between a blessed renlity,
and the empty, deceitful image of a good
he allowed himself to be led astray by the
latter. God's image was darkened in his
heart, he fell, and nature was divided into
struggling elements. But he had liberty
and ability to remain faithful ; his fail is
his own fault, and its consequences must
all be ascribed to himself atone. His
condition here upon the earth, his subjec
tion to matter, his bodily and mental suffe
rings, the unexplained mystery of hia
whole life, is but a consequence of his fall.
But God, the eternally good, the highest
love, will He forsake his fallen, his wretch
ed child? Will He do less than an earth
ly mother for her own? O, no; He will
never turn away His face ; He will seek
His child ; He will call him ; He will suf
fer ; He will give His heart's blood to win
him again, to unite him again to Himself.
If God lives in holier worlds as a Dispen
ser Of b1ewrhe' fre mnVit liv on the
earth as a Reconciler. The bynin of re
gret and of homs'-aickness which has arisen
on the earth from time immemorial this
inward cry, Come, Lord !" is from ever
lasting, to everlasting, answered with,
Here, my child."
" Here, my child !" Yes, O my God,
in this luturity, thy ehild believes with his
whole heart, end by the light of the doc-
triue of reconciliation I see life and the
world arrange themselves before my eyes.
If I believe in God, the All-Good and rich
in love, I believe also in the Redeemer of
the world, beliee thai' the life which the
heart seeks truly exists, and will gladly
impart itself to us. I believe that it con
stantly comes nearer and nearer to us, un
til it has removed a'll obstacles, and unites
itself with as lully aud intimately. I be
lieve that He will give us all, His fulness of
life Himself ; I believe, that, as eternal
love, He will suffer for and with us, uutil
He lives in as wholly.
Hence, I believe that already since the
second binh of man upon the earh, the
work of reconciliation has begun that
everything which history has to show as
good and greet is eh influence of this Spir-
it, this eternal Word, which watches over
the world as the sun over the flower-buds,
as the mother over the child, and pours
out its life in proportion as the awakening
world can receive it. F believe, also, that,
as soon as the world is ready for it, the
reconciliation will be accomplished, and
God will live again on the earth in the clo
sest communion with men. Something,
their, must happen in life, in the history of
humanity, which may wholly reveal the
love of God to man. Love, which mast
call forth a return of love, something winch
may powerfully excite io man the con
sciouiness of his fall; r?!y' call him back
to the remembrahce cf hia paternal home,
and Of his leSt tic!i-esS and glory ; which
may lend" Sim power and strength to sub
due' the evil hi himself, and to be born
again a child of God ; something which
may take away the power o( deel' arid
inir&rmte life. .
f lw well to wTjom 7ntDsi go, to find
F wilt go'lb Him, who, holy
"" - - '
"- lB no,IDOM
m M.mKlnnr- to God in earth, who suf
lered and struggled as a man.but conquered
as a God ; to whom the powers of nntur?
were subject when he willed it ; I will g
to the crucified, to the arisen, to God, who,
in Christ, hes recodciled the world unto
The pages of history lie open bt fore me.
and it is to me as if 1 felt the breathing of
the spirit of the times, which rushes thro'
the world as its stream flows cn. The life
ol the Kedf emer fills but a few pages ; but
a mihty spirit, full of joy nnd elevation,
goes out from them, and renews the life
of the world. Plunged in this, penetrated
by it, the moral d fficulties which I seemed
to find in the life of Jesus, perplex me no
more. I feel as certainly as that I live,
that b-y Him God has sanctified the world,
that by Him He has justified Himself, the
work ot reconciliation is accomplshed.
Deep in my inrrtost liie I ft el that it is so.
The God in whom I believe, is he. indeed,
any other than the God whom Christianity
7 Th nnuivr kv U'h ich I fub-
due tbe evil in myself, is it not love to that
God who so loved the world, that he gave
his Son to redeem it ? O heart of the ere
ation O bread of life, which gives itself
to us, I believe it, I belieVB ?nt?mi.te!y in
Thee and through Thee alone, we have
eternal life. Thou coinost dwn to min,
ihut man mijjht rise to God. The Father
has stooped down to the child, in order to
laise him into his arms.
St. Martin says: "Here in life we climb,
ss it were a ladder. Death takes us away
from this ladder, snd we find ourselves in
that region of life, hich we ourselves have
If we follow the steps of Jesus, we rise
to the highest rounds of this Jacob's Lidder;
i t are ou the threshold of the kingdom o!
Even in this life, then, will Gd give of
the fulness of his life ; but what says al!
Christendom of thia ?
God ii lovt!" He will never cease,
then, to will the deliverance of H:s child
ren ; Arre, there, eternally will He work
for it. God is the only principle, ever the
same, ever active. O, certainly the hour
will some time come, when the Son, the
eternal Word, will luve subjected all
things to the Father, to the eternal Mind.
A day must come, when the reconcilia
tion, fulfilled in man, sha.l be also realized
in nature, when God sbajl live in all and.
.i. k .ti
Life is the developement of a splendid
drama. Tbe scene which we perform here,
and shall perhaps for a long time after
wards, is called Reconciliation. When we
are again entered into God's eternal order,
then our life will develope itself in un lis
turbed freedom and blessedrffeS, and the
drama will become iHeS the moulding
of eternal love in' every sjhere of iife.
Infinite desires cluster around me. As
Seams of a new-kindled sun, they shoot
out over t!ie world, and seek to enlighte i
all its part's but ah the shadows bate
gathered before my eyes and like a weary
Before sinking in slrep.l will go to thee,
divine Teacher, and hear the words whxh
thou saidst to thy disci pies, when thou stoo
dest like me on the borders of the grave.
A quiet joy settles over my heart, the
darkness is dispersed, God's glorious light
sheds brightness upon life, and all its dis
proportions vanish. Wiiat then, is death
in thy life and in thy teachings, O Christ ?
Merely a moment of transition in the hie
of the spirit. My heart s lightened, my
sight is clearer, nnd I will say, with the
Apostle, "O Death, where is thy sting? O
Grave, where is thy victory "
Death has come nearer to me ; let him
come, hs is my friend. My country, my
friends, mother, sisters, farewell ! I leave
you; but I know that shall find you again.
G adly, ye beloved of my heart, wreld I
have pressed your hands again in taking
eave, but it was not to bet huff. But God'
will be done ! Praised be God I
fwi as $''.
A clergyman donfii east recently
ceived a rb:s which ran thus :
"Dear" Sir: As 1 have not a turiey to
send jou for Christmas, I send two taglts
in lieu of it, with the best wishes of
Here were two ten dollar gofd piece.-.
The State of Texas shows a while popu
lation of 115.501. snd a colored population
f a3 BSS The number ot elector m
this porulatiub is stated at 23,30
fC7The following from 'he Home Jour,
rial, is a good imitation of the iniriilublg
artistic poem of " The Raven
On the Death of Edgar A. Poe.
BV SAHAU T. BOLTON.
They have laid thee down to slumber,
where '.he sorrows that encumber
Such a wild and wayward heart as thine,
can never reach thee more ;
For the radiant light of gladness never al
ternates with sadness,
Stinging gilted souls to madness on that
bright and blessed shore ;
Safely moored from sorrow's tempest, on
the V distant Aidenn" shore.
Rest thee, lost one, evermore.
Thou wert like meteor glancing, through
a starry sky entrancing
Thrilling, awing, wrspt b holders with the
wondrous licht it wore ;
But tii9-meteur has. descended, and tbe
" Nightly" shadows blended,
Fr the fever-dream is ended, and the fear
ful crisis o'er
Yes, the wild, unresting fev r-dream of hu
man life is o'er.
Thou trt sleeping evermore.
Ccer.:, enr'h and air could utter, worda
ihat made thy spirit Sutler
Words that stirred the hidden fountain
welling in thy bosom's core,
Stirred it till its wavelets sighing, wakened
And in numbers never dying, sung the
heart's unwritten lore,
Now, unwritten nevermore.
There was something sad and lonely in thy
mvtic Mon;s thnt only
Could have trembled from a spirit weary
of the life it bore-
Something like the plaintive toning of a
hidden streamlet moaning.
In its prisoned darkness moaning for the
light it knew before ,
For the fragranceand the sunlight that bad
gladdened it before,
Sighing, sighing evermore.
To thy soul, for ever dreaming, came a
atrnuf. effiiTrrenf... hpamuiff-.
Beaming, flashing from a region mortals
never may explore ;
Spirits led thee in thy trances through a
realm of gloomy fancies.
Giving spectres to thy glances man bad
never seen before (
Wondrous spectres, such as human eye
had never seen before.
Were around thee evermore.
Thou didst see the starlight quiver, over
many a fabled river--Thou
didst wander with the shadows of the
mighty dead ol yore
And thy sons to us came ringing like the
wiirf, 'Vnirtbiy siaging t
Of the r!'Wleis sp.rits win:,i3 o'er " the
niV's Plutonian shore,"
Ol the weary spirit's wandering by tb.
grcomy Stygian shore,
Singing dirges evermore.
Thou' didst seem like one benighted, one
whoxe hopes were crushed and blighted.
Mourning for the lost and lovely that the
world could not restore
But an endless rest is given to thy he rt so
recked and riven.
Thou hast met again iu Heaven with the
lost and loved " Lenore,"
With the rare and radiaut maiden whom
the angels call ' Lt-nore,' ''
She will leave thee never mire.
From the earth a s'ar bss faded,' auJ the
shrine ct scrVis shaded,
Aud the muses veil their laces, weeping
sorrow Jul end sore
But the burp, all rent and broken, left us
many a thrilling token ;
We shall hear its numbers spoken, and re
peated o'er vnd o'er.
Till our hearts shall cease to trouble, we
shall hear them sounding o'er,
Sounding ever, evermore.
We shiil hear them like a fountain linki ng
down a rugged mountain :
Like the wailing of the teii:pc?t mingling
with the ocean's roar ;
Like the winds of sut unn sighing, when
the summer flowers are dying ;
Like a sp.rit-voice replying, from a dim
aod ditant shore
Like a wild, mysterious echo, from a d:s
tan', shadowy shore.
We shall hear themeermr.
Never more wilt tho'i.nfiiua.fJ, wander
through " th'i. f i.ace hauo'ed,"
Or the " cvnress va'es Titaoie' which thy
. spirit d-d explore - -
Never hear the " Ghoui" king dwelling in
the ancient steeple telling.
With a slow and solemn knelling, losses
human hearts deplore
Telling. " in a sort of Runic thyme, the
losses we deplore.
Tolling, tolling, evermore.
If a "living human being" ever had the
eif ol aeciug
The u prim and ghastly countenance his
evil" Genius wore
It was thee. " unhappy waster, whom un
merciful Disaster 1
Followed fast and followed faster, till' ;hy
songs one burden boie
Till the dirges of thy u hor one melau
. choU burden bore.
Of never nevermore."
Indianapolis, Nov. l H49
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