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HARPERS-FERRY, VIRGINIA, OCTOBER 7,1826. NO. 35. VOL. 3i PUBLISHED EVEIlI SATrHDAT EVENING, BY JOHN S. GAI-I.AHER, At the (ij/tce of the Virginia Free Press. TERMS.—One dollar and fifty cents per annum, payable quarterly in advance ; or one dollar and twenty-five cents, to be paid at the time of sub scribing-. Payment in advance, from distant sub scribers, who are not known to the publisher, will invariably be expected. Should payment be defer red to tile end of the year, $2 will be required. *.* Postage on all letters MUS I' be paid. THE REPOSITORY A FRAGMENT. -I saw a fair and beautiful hand ,'iace a gailand of fresh and fragrant flowers upon her brow ; she who received it was fairer and lovelier --till lhan they ; her dark liquid blue vyes were beaming forth the expression of her happiness; her smile was radiant as the light of heaven, and her whole figure expressed the gay and buoyant feelings of her soul—she wore a single white rose in her hair, and I knew she was a bride ! He, the gallant and proud Ue Ranee, stood gazing upon her with the high rapture of a hap py lover: the past, the future, all seemed forgot " n tn that moment ot exquisite happiness and of proud triumph ; she was his, all his; her beauty, her confidence, her tenderness, her genius, her virtues, all were his, and he felt it would be bliss enough for him to devote his >\ hole life to her. i do not know of any thin<^ more delightful than to witness the full and joyous expression of conscious happiness; that pure unclouded ray of light which seems to emanate from the soul, and which beams glowingly and tenderly upon the ob ject of one's affection ; like the rain bow- on the clouds, it seems to seal the promise, of future happiness : and ret it does not last ; ami as I looked upon the brilliant creature, ani mated and inspired, as she appeared, with the enchanting sentiments which filled her voung and happy heart, 1 said to myself •• that garland will fade, and so will that smile.” As she turned away, a flower dropped from her luidal wreath ; I placed it in my bosom and passed on 1 he beautiful vision 1 had seen saddened me: it was the reality of happiness, and vet it ap peared to me like a passing shadow : 1 mused on the transitoriness of human en joyment; 1 thought the young, the gay, and the beautiful, are crowned with garlands of (lowers; they bind Ihem around their brows, and think that happiness shall last forever; but it is not so, for the loveliest and the happiest weep, and tears are mingled often, even with their brightest joys: the loveliest and the happiest die ; and that which gives the bitterest sting to death is, they are forgotten, even by those whose light, whose joy, whose heaven they were. Those who received the homage of society • who were objects of unbounded admiration ; those whose beauty kindled the glow of love in a thousand hearts; and those whose genius seemed the very inspiration of heaven, pass away, and are forgotten as though they had ne ver been. I know not if the most splendid genius, the most elegant and powerful talents, the most divine beaut}-, or the most impassioned and devoted affection, can insure to us the recollec tion of those who survive us ; and if there is a thought lull of bitterness, which has power to humble the pride of the loftiest mind, and which subdues and saddens the tender and confiding heart, it is that, ft is true, that the most universal homage paid to our memories, the most splendid monuments, and the most public demonstrations of sorrow and regret, could not affect our feelings in the world of spirits ; but it is a sweet and consoling thought, that our names, and our virtues, and our talents, and the efforts of our genius, and above ail, that our devotion and tenderness will be held in grateful remembrance by those who have loved with unchanging fidelity ; but it is not always the heart that cherishes us the most kindly, which loves us with enthusiasm, with religious devotion, that preserves the remembrance of us the most in\ iolably; time heals the deepest wounds death e\er made ; new impressions and new attachments fill up the void in the most de solate heart; love’s brightest, fairest, and most brilliant image, fades like an evening tint away, when the veil of death shadows it, and there is enough of sadness and melancholy regret in the thought, that love alone cannot transmit to pesterity the names of those it worshipped ; ! kut it is the echoes of fame, and not the soft j silver tones of love, that must perpetuate the j name that would live immortal, even amidst the | perishing and transitory things of this world. —- It was just two years from the uuy on which f saw the beautiful Cora crowned with the. bridal wreath in the freshness and splendor of her beauty, in the full consciousness ol unalloyed happiness, and in the possession of the impassioned arol tender affections of a gene rous and confiding heart ; surrounded by all that was delightful and valuable in life; tie- idol of all that knew her; filled with health, hope, and love—it was just two years from that day I saw her laid iri the dark and silent tomb!— De Ranee was weeping over it; desolate, and pas sionately he wept over the lonely (lower his love had cherished, and all nature seemed to mourn with him; the dry anti withered leaves of autumn lay scattered around him ; the flow crs w ere all faded, and every tiling appeared to respond mournfully to the deep and melancholy feelings of his own heart. The softer shadows of twilight hail rendered every object almost indistinct; hut 1 saw him still kneeling and weeping over the grave of his beloved and beautiful Cora. Young people arc apt to presume on long life; but on what ground ? Have they an a< surance ? No, not for an hour. Is it a rare thing for young people to die? Go into any church yard, and learn the contrary from the records of the tombs. Have you any security in the vigor of your constitution, from the me lancholy change produced by decay and death ? “ So have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its liood, and at first it was as fair as the morning, and fair with the dew of hea ven, as a iamb's fleece: but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retire ments, it began to put on darkness, and to de cline to softness and symptoms of a sicklv age.; It bowed its head and broke its stalk, and at night, having lost some of its leaves, and all its beauty, it fell into the portion of weeds am! worn out faces.’’ KI,K< .ANT EXTHACT. The female mind is naturally credulous, a. fectionate.and, in its attachments,ardent—If in lier peculiar situation, her assiduities must u. any decree be culpable, let us remember that r is but a frail vessel of refined clay. When tin awful record of her errors are enrolled, mat that si"l* that was breathed for the misery of a fellow mortal, waft away the scroll, and the tears which flowed for the calamities of others float the memorial down the stream of oblivion' on the errors of women let us look with the al lowance and humanity of men. Enchanting woman, thou balm of life ! soother of sorrow 1 solace of soul! without thee, how heavily would a man drag through a dreary world ! hut if tl .. white hand of a fascinating female be twim around his arm, how joyous, how lightly doli he trip along the path ! The warm and tender friend, who in tin most trying situations retains her loudness, and in every change of fortune preserves unabat ed love, ought to be embraced as the best benison of heaven—the completion of earthlv happiness. Let a man draw such a prize in the lottery of life, and glide down the stream of ex i.-feiice with such a partner, neither the cold. a verier! eye of the summer friend, nor the frow i. of ad' erse fortune should produce a pang, t excite a murmur.—'Ireland's work*