The ladies' garland. [volume], October 28, 1826, Page 152, Image 4

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rdly j»oj.ui.:r productions 1!.• 1p'mtv was calm
Hid rati oi l!, yot a p-ivadm.; sentiuirnf. inti
mat. ly MriHiiiijr with nil ii* r vii-ivs, atbatioiis
and hopes. Il partook ol a mtoim* am] cheer
I'd, ratio r limn oi a despondin'* and anxious
••li.tr.irtrr \\ h<'in*\rr (In* Irani of her iHloriion
I' ads Inti- to introduce devotional sentiuwists,
she convey* tInmi in language ut once <]t-tinit
iiiul tumble. Slip ii**vrr loses (htm'Ii in (In*
eloudy regions ol my*Ucism, never disgu*ts n*
I’V gross ideas and coarseness. She uas a Inend
to earnestness, fervor, and simplicity in devo
tion, and it is matter of pleasing reflection. that
writings ol so popular a stamp, destined to form
part of our familiar literature, breathe a moral
and devotional spirit so unexceptionable,
pure, and so elevated.—[,V .1. Hcviap.
rite prince of Condo coming to congratulate
liOttts XIV. after a battle, winch he bad com
manded and gained great honor, the king stood
on the top of the stairs to rcei ive him. The
prince, being lame with the gout, ascended verv
slowly ; and stopping midway, begged his ma
jesty's pardon if he had made him wait. •• Con
sin, said the king, •• do not hurry yours'If; ,t
person loaded with laurels, as you are,cannot he
expected to move very fast."
POETRY.
ntOM BL.U‘KW(H)H*H M A'i A f. I V i:.
• lii-vi'ir to Lord Hymn's Lines oil Ijovc.
Begins i SO,
“ ' l‘s ; •-"vp, indeed, is light from Heaven.
V spark of that ininiorta! lire,
ith angels shared—bv Alla given—
t o lift from earth our low desire-”
Oh ' say not l.ove is light from Heaven,
A sacred llame of hallow’d birth !
Oh 1 tell me not that l.ove is given
I o lilt the heart ot man from earth—
Vo, no ! ’tis but a chain to hind
The spirit to this earthly sphere .
1 o lull with false repose the mind,
And make this fleeting life too i.Vc*.
l'he soul that hath no earthly tie,
Mav cast a longing glance on high ,
But those who taste the Heaven of I eve.
1 orget there is a Heaven above.
Ti. say not l.ove is light from Heaven,
A sacred flame of hallowed birth ,
then tell me not that l.ove is given
I o *i, . v.,..pt .a .nan from earth.
F It O M Til K 'VTU’.DAY EVENING I'OST.
LINKS.
I stood beside the d\ mg bed,
V> here pallid sickness lav,
\\ iihout a friend, in pity led.
To smoothe its dreary wav ;
fiv poverty’s relentless hand,
V waited frame was struck,
Age had Ids spirits quite iinmann'd,
And death was in his look.
No kind, attentive wife had he
To soothe liis dying1 woes ;
No child to share the misery
W inch brought him to his close:
'I he friends nfyouth, that or.ee so gay
In manhood’s bloom had been,
I lad pars'd with other years au av,
And left to him the scene.
One kind attendant sat alone,
Hrs.de Ins wretched bed,
I nun which all io\ tor aye had flown.
And sorrow reign’d instead ;
Stir, like* ;m angel of lhr skies,
To erring mortals given.
Directed wo from earthly ties
To hod, enthron'd m Heaven.
Freely, slit- gave her utmost aid,
To soothe In- earthl) dost* ;
Supplied uuaskM ins wants, anti praj’d
I o sol ten all his woes:
Seated beside Ins'alter’d bed,
She watched tin* parting breath,
And calm d the aged soul that fled
To join its then Is in death.
And who was she /—that lovely t* rm
Where merev rear’d her shrine,
N\ herr Nature lavish’d every charm
AN hi<*h love and truth combine:
She was an angel, sent to hless,
T« » c tlm the orphan heart,
To foster Mifl’nng wretchedness,
And healing- halm impait. Oiusmw.
Til K DKIWIMTUH.
It V MltS. HKM1NS.
-“Thou slmlt lie (lown
U ill] patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,
The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,
Fair forms, the hoary seers of apes past,
All in one mighty sepulchre.”—[Hvua.st.
And shrink ye f'om the wav*
I’" the spirits’ distant shore !
Karth’s mightiest men in armed arrav.
Are thither gone before.
The warrior kings, whose banner
Flew as far the eagles tie,
I hey are gone where swords avail them not,
From the feast of victory.
And ye seers, who sat of yore,
Hy orient palm or wave.
They have pass’d with all their starry lore—
Can ye still fear the grave
“ " e fear, we fear :—the sunshine
Is joyous to behold ;
And we reck not of the bunt d kings,
Or the awful seers of old.”
\e shrink !—the bards whose lays
Have made your deep hearts burn,
They have left the sun, and the voice of ora! :r,
For the land whence none return
Ami the lovely whose memorial
Is the verse which cannot die,
Fhry too are gone with their glorious bloom.
From the gaze of human eye.
Would ye not join that throng
O! the earth’s departed flowers,
' ■ * the masters of the mighty scnrr
1 i'r,n [ fadeless h.
“ Those songs are high and holy,
Knt the*} vanquished not our tear ;
Not from o /r path 'lu:sr Hovvers are gone—
We tain would linger here.’*
Linger then \e» Awhile
As the last leaves on the hough !
^ e have Invt d the gleam of man\ rv smile,
W'hieh U taken from j mi now.
1 here have been sweet singing’ voices
In your walk that now are still ;
1 her*’ are seats left v<>;d in _\ our ear'dilv hornet.
Whiwh none again mu\ till.
Soft eves at. st eit no more
I I tat mad. spring-time in your heart ;
Kindred and ti ml, aie gone before—
And \ e still f- at to part }
** W e fear net now ! u f-ar not now !
Thou .; , tl.t e .M thiMiigh da: k ness bends.
Our aouU an. . g -o tnlh.u Iktm,
Our own famih.ti ft u nds !'*
SMII.I'.S — itv mhs. mnraFFi:.
It was a smile—a fleeting sn.il. ,
lake a tain' gleam thru’ Autumn's shade
1 liat softly, sweetly, iliil heguile.
As it irmii.il her dimples pluvial.
W !i:»t nre smile-, anil whence tin ir swav.
Smiles that, i.’ei the f> at ores stealing,
To the gazi r’s In u-1 convey
All the v aried \i ot Id of feeling -
W hat are smiles
Do tllev dwell ill heatiteiins h: s ;
Smiles are light—the light of sold '
Light nt iii:t11\ tints coiiihineil.
And of strong :unl sure control.
Smiles are light.
I here’s a smile—a smile of jov,
Height us glance at Mads fresh m : :
Ann one, that gleams hut to ilestrnv—
'Tis the 1 ghtning smile of scorn.
I here is a smile of glow-worm hue.
I hut ghmmets not near scenes of f. if.
I’ale and strange, and transient tor
The smile of awful melancholy.
Like to the sad and silvery shew- rs,
Tailing in an April sun,
Is the smile that pity pours
O’er the deed that fate has done.
Dear is friendship’s meeting look ;
As moonlight on a sleeping vale,
Soothing those the sun forsook,
So does that o’er care prevail.
A SONNET. —1'bom Sn a k jape a n k.
77;/; biasings if a Shepherd's life contrasted ~a-ilU
the miseries of Royally.
O still me thinks it were a happy lot,
To he no better than a homely swain,
The peaceful tenant of a little cot,
l iie blithe companion of a village train !
M here care, mistrust and treason banish sleep,
S. e on the glitt’ring couch the monarch laid ■
\\ bile the poor swain encircled by his sheep,
Securely slumbers in the hawthorn shade ;
fo tend his flock is all his worldly care ;
To rest and sport alternate hours are given,
i Save when religion claims the pause of prayer,
1 And meditation wafts the soul to heaven.
. Vnrullled Hows the tenor of his dav,
Till l ime's white honours o’er his temples wave
Am! resignation, smiling ’midst decay,
Through Nature’s path conducts him to the grave!
Ki.su Hr.sat VI. v
EPIGRAM.
When Harry was old, to Maria lie said,
“My dear, if you please, we will marry.”
Maris replied with a toss of the head,
“ 1 never will wed thee, Old Harry !”
He waited till all Her gay suitors were gone,
1 hen cried, “afine dance they have led vou,
, The hand that I proffered, you treated with scorn.
' ral now the Old llarry wont wed you !”