The ladies' garland. [volume], February 23, 1828, Page 148, Image 4

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M \ii v m j: iik I ■ !• i-: i e -..id to Vo!
I think -ir, th; ’ ;i pbilo->i;her should
never u l iti- hut to i1:nIf,i\or to render man -
kind Ic-s r.:; k• d and litdi.i j • v than tin v ;i; e :
turn sun dnipitic the contrary : von ;iri* al
v -ivs i ri’ing ; :n-t that riiuinii whu h
'one is a oil- to n -t t ain u it k cilncs-, and to
afford t]- i ui.--nation tindi t nil-fortunes.—
Vo'taim v. a- much struck hy her icmutk-.
arid excused himself by saying. tint he nh
wrote lor those who were of the same t pi
nion v. .th liim-eil. Tioi.chiii ..--uied rtis
triem's that \o!t;iilC «1 • ■ it in great i...on.es
of mind. • i il:e feisakt i: ■ I toil and man,’
e\i iaiiiied he. in those aw tut mo; i tits v. hen
*ii.. !i will fu ceils wav. ’1 well. (added
l i otieliin j t !i;it those w ho had been | 11 v i rt -
ed by hi- writings, find been | resent at Ins
death. It w us a sight too hurt id to support
O, in! >iul Jhucitolt.—Not fardislant Irom
out good tity, tliete lives a n.nn, whose
spiui-e one day got into a pet. and lefu-ed
to s|i. ak for e.gh t or ten ilay s, . no ca\ dlilt",
old in.chi lor-die actually held her tongue
all the aforesaid nine.) V. ell, lit- l.usbaml,
|i mr fellow, ill llmugli |,er slletice sometimes
Used to lie most “devoutly wished for,”
v i-ln d to hear again the clapper <■! that
httlthat sometimes made his ears
tingle; lie had exhausted his vorabufan i I
houied w ords an™, coaxing-; she was un-x
•iable. At last'ft'e hit upon an expedient
that * brough her speech again she
was \ei v ne tt and -tidy about her turnituic
and appaiel. - lie stopped into another
room, opened a bureau, and coinineiiceil
throwing the contents of the drawers on the
floor. She came in when he had neatly
unplotcd his work of tumbling out -ilk:-,
hire-, liiien.-, and kerchiefs, and without
thinking, screamed out—’Merit! what in
world are you doingr* i lie husband
turned round calmly, ‘ Nothing, only look
ing for mv w lie's tongue,whicli I have found
■it the bottom of these drawers.’
iiuuiti Parthenon.
St. Francis—A Cordelier, preaching on the
merits of 1st. Francis, exalted him in his d:s
course, above all other saints in the calender
After exaggerating his intuits, he exclaimed,—
•• Where. shall we place the seraphic father, St.
Francis? He is greater in dignity than ail our
saints Shall we place him among the pro
plods1 Oh' he is greater than the prophets.
Shall we place him with the patriarchs? Oh'
lie is greater than the patri irrlir,.” In like man
ner he exalted him above the angels, archan
gels, theruhim, seraphim. virtues, thrones, do
minions and powers : and still he exclaimed,
“ Where then shall we place this holy saint?”
A sailor in the church, tired of the discourse,
stood up and said, “ It you really don’t know
where, to place, him. you may put him in my
seat, for I am going.”
Mi^s Helen Mari . Williams, a celebrated au
•hore.ss, died lately at Paris after along illness
PCSXJS&V.
I Mk <». — I have jii-t been perusing, with much
| ! ■ asm c. a poetical i !!',.■>.on ot I’Kittiv,!,, entitled
. Mi ntnl I /annuity Perhaps the I. ilov.ing t x 11 act
bom in.iv prufiial Id! a corner of y our Garland,
W.
" e I avo ha-i pleasant bouts, but the- are gone;
i A d in r!iui? never , t et again, tu spend
<■!.,! moments in 'lit- k ndjy interci utse
j <>i ’-ii hded tin.light ;,..tl }t , Id g; they ate gone,
j I ho -e ft s'nalst i f'ii an,: ,,f |l0pe,"
I nose Ma\ i;.,\ of lie sp tf, V. tie I) I he VC ic e
III -.'lire ln.il a - urn , a holly n< \c
And most dt Mid : me. and lie form
A ml I . s|i:nn (.1 all e; . ires ton): a t; nt
I ;( rn the I. r h .I ■ . nii 1 rrie; w urn we guvc
| I•.!>!» to tnch higher thoughts, as I nd tol.fc
j \ svv do 1 p.uion, th.»t the !l tv of hears
J lit as tin tall : ot a (pint stream,
I \» l.ose t tu 11 n 1 has no ■ .imd or sign fo ted
It huih an unuatid motion, and the str.i
Goes to Ins setting, and \t t know it .,ot,
I nre sit ala co t.iicli a sih i.' wing a a.at
1 here e- a holy tc. ling m the tnii'.i;
(d thoughts; u is h ad in and quiet sense
(A [ urer being , ue I jve know 11 such hours,
i \- d they shall I e remembnid. Who would lute
j I he inri.it n > f cur dcssing-, and ti:e light,
I 'I he rectdlecti. ti of t p:ir*t d days
j Of a -eri net [densuit, 1 d a dt t p
I And py t it t.dsli 11. 1 quil./ecl, aul raised
1 u mere exalts d un n, such as Lom.d
1 I u o inti lh 11> 11 t i.iei ( me, u I10 Icved
| T‘ tin 11 Hi fhud t ndcaitnc-tit, and to lend
! hi it.tuna! rs!k their fullest thoughts—the light
I Such roc. diction notes into the In art.
, I ill ive art- i ircled v. t‘11 a hallow ed ..p in-re
Oflnight emotions, who would Use, one dav,
lltim-mlu mice s so g- .ctous, for the wild
Mad t< llipest u! all,; .t;on, or the gay
Ai,,l gliitriing d 1U • t pleasure, or the pump
I he rich man j . uoiiiid him :
I’lilZK I’OKM.
Designated Ly lhr Judyrs of Original Poetry iu
tic lSonU'ii Uu'u.'derfor leas.
^1 rid I LUK.
Iterp solitude ~ . d,t. There was a ilcll
M Ik re w oven si.tel, -, shut cut the rt e ol dav,
,V i, le towering n. . • the ruggi -I mountains ma :e
Hark back gigam > the sky.— 1 hither I went
And Lade spun iii that lone la draught
for which it long had languish’d ’mid the strife
And fever of the woiul. 1 thought to he
l here without wit ties . liut the viule-i’s e\ e
Look'd tip upon trie, he fresh wild rose smil'd,
And te y,- g pens, ot vine-thnver kissed my
elite-'.,
An i there v. r—.-t s tun. '1 he garruh ns brook
I'ntiring to ti e path nt pebble s told
It-, liistoi;. 1 -up <-tine- : e sine ng I t'/.r,
And ti-,,- bio:. I leaves ed die eu- .1 poplar spake
It. sj - o, ..,-v n-j I .V i I, lilisv life
Unko I dell; tin tueless sp.der threw
From s i; to spray her tiss . i snare
I he v.. ;y ant whose cun it g puice is pierc’d
The treasured grain, toil’d towards her citadel.
To the sweet hive went forth the loaded r.cc,
And front the wind locked nest, the- mother bud
Sang to her nurslings
ift I strangely thought
To be alone a ml .'■lent in thy realm.
Spirit of Life und l.or.c ! It might nut be !
There is no solitude in ihy domains
Save what Man makes, whet; in Ins selfish breast
Hi locks his joys, and bars out others’ grief
Thou hast not iett thyself to Nature’s round
\t ithout •> witness Trees and flowers and streams
Are social ant' jenevoient, and he
Who oft coti.iuuaeth in their language pure.
linammg ;.»noii|4 tin m ;.t the fool oi d.i\,
Si. . li idm! like iiim v\ lio l .di-it's guuli n cirt st,
ii.s Maker there, tu leach Ins listening beaut. l!
i nun*:.
When youthful lu aits are light and true,
Ai d *!1 is tair around us,
'I l.e intuit bleaks upon chi view
In » ver\ flight and plcadng hue—
l or Hope’s swt et spell hath bound us.
j And all seems bur around us.
But ah 1 too soon \\ < ’re doomed to find
The scenes that lot kid so charming.
Beset v di thorns, with snares entwined .
That fi-'pv is kdse, and fortune blind,
And (lancets most alarming*,
Where all hud seemed so charming.
Yet Hope hath still her pleasing power,
Although she’s a di c< iver ;
And e’en while storms above us lower.
Site pain’s so bright the future hour,
We cannot but bt h ve her,
Although she’s a deceiver
Thus we stray on, in quest t'f joy,
The dupes of hope forever
i I'.arth has no good without alloy,
| And sw eetest pleasures soonest clow,
We soonest from them sever—
I'he dupes of Hope forever !
• 1hr±mn\s Ja 'i urf II, .*/ .Set,
I
i hi: i. v:st son<;.
Strike the wild harp yet once :■ rain ;
Again its lnnelv numbers pour,
Tlitn let ike melancholy strain
lie hushed in death forever mere 1
For evermore—for evermore,
Creative fancy lie thou still,
llo! Ft oblivion’s Lethe pour
l pon my lyre .ts waters chill.
Strike the wild harp yet once a,'rain
Then he its fi’fol chords unstrung—
Silent as is thcgravefs domain —
And route as the death-mouldered tongue’.
Let not a thought of memory dwell
One moment on its former song—
Forgotten too he this farewell,
Which plays its pensive strings along 1
Strike the wild harp yet once again !
The saddest atul the lat< st lav —
i hrn break at once its strings in twain,
Let they shall sound no more f: a'c ■
And hang it on the cypress tree—
The hours of youth and song i v,->. pass'd,
Hsvi gone, v. it!) till their witch. i\ —
Lest iy re ' these numbers arc the las*.
JtUOOKS
Til F. M AID’S UI.MONS I i;\N( K.
/Vow an unpublished Optra, hi/ T Cttxtpitll
Never wedding, ever wooing,
S!ill :» !.)vr!> le an pursuing,
Head you nut 'he wrongs vou're doint.
In my cheek’s pale hue ?
All uiv' hte w.tli mun>\v strtwin;-,
\\ ed, or tease to woo.
Ikvals banish’d, bosoms plighted,
St>11 our joy s are disunited ;
Now the lamp of hope is lighted,
Now half quench'd appears,
I)a op’d and wavering, and btnighted
Midst my sighs and tears.
Charms v ou call your dearest blessing.
Dips that thrill at your caress tig,
Dyes a mutual soul confessing,
Soon you’ll make them grow
Dim and worthless your possessing.
Not with age, but wo 1