Indiana Palladium, Volume 1, Number 1, Lawrenceburg, Dearborn County, 7 January 1825 — Page 4
From the JYezo York Mirror. ESSAY.
WHATS CHARITY, EY THE B ST0N BARD. 'Tisjiot to paue, when at the door, '-iV shivering brother stands; To ask the cause that made him poor, Or "why he help demands. Tis nof to epurn that brother's prayer, Foraahs he once had done; Tis no! lo leave him in despair, And say (hat I .have none. The voice of charity is .kindShe thinketh nothing wrong: To every fiult she s- emeth blbidj NTor vaunteth with her tongue. In penitence he places faith, Hope smtleth at her door; Believeth first then soflly saith, "Go, BROTHER SIN NO MORE.'1
mm wmmAM mwm By Charles Ludlow, Richmond, Va. I have seen a bubble blown into its cir
cularand indescribable beauty; on its brilliant surface were painted the most inimita
ble pictures of light and life; graceful clouds floated in the mimic sky; a tiny sun irradiated the little world, and cast all the magic
of light and shade over landscape of most bewitcl.i-ig splendour. A creation, bright
as a poet could imagine, glowed before me;
but a wave of the air broke the spell cf its transitory, but beautiful existence, and it
It was like the dream of love.
If there 13 one happy being in creation, it is
the lover in the luxury of his visionary aspirations if there is a single blissful mo
ment, like a star sparkling in the shadowy
firmament of life, it is that which discovers
a long nourished affection to be mutual.
Trie moon, as she rides on through her
infinity of space, has not a greater effect up
on the ocean-tide, than has the passion of
love upon the tide of human thought nov
permitting it to settle down into a state of
temporary tranquility again bidding it
heave and swell, by the magic of its viewless T W T . 1 . 1 111 .1
power. Without it, wnat would De tins
world? As a creation without light; yet,
possessing it, as we do, how does it discom
MIGHT MAKES RIGHT. A sparrow perched upon a bough, Spied a poor beetle creep b- low, And picked it up. 'Ah, spare me spare P' The insect r.raved: but vain its nraver.
"N retch!" cries the murderer, "hold thy tonft'ie, Pose the soberest plars of reason? How do
"For thou art weak, and 1 am strong " me lomest nuiwarKs 01 stern pnnosopny now
down and disappear before the fragrance of
A hawk beheld him, and in haste, its breath It is. the poetry of thought,
Sharpens his bill for a repast, when reason slumoers on her stately throne,
And pounces plurgp upon him. "Oil!7 or wanders away in happy dreams. It is
Exclmhs the sparrow, ''let me go sccircely to be defined, for it seems 111 a per
''Wretch ."cries the murderer "hold thy tongue, petual halo 'of soft light, which dazzles -'For thou art weak, and I am strong." while it fascinates the mind's eye. It is to
the spirit what sunshine is to' the flower
luring the fragrance from its bosom, and
bringing out all the energies of i:s young
nature, or as as the hand of beauty to the
slumbering lute passing over the silent
course most eloquent
music.
I had a young friend, just rising into
manhood fiery and unsettled as the ward
er steed in battle, his career was ungmded
oy prudence or thought. A never failing
The hawk was munching up his prpy, When a stout esglc steered that way, And seized upon him. "Sure, comrade, "You'll spare my life we're both a trade.''
"VV retch !" cms lhe murderer, "hold il y tongue, .11 . , F "For thou art weak, and I am strong.,' chords, till "it doth dis
A sportsman saw the eagle fly, He shot, a td brought him from the sky; The dying bird could onlv gron,
"Tyw t! what evd have I doner '
Tis thus that man to roan behaves Witness the planter and his slaves. ,Tis thus that state oppresses state, And infant freedom meets its fate
-Naples and Spain may hold their tongue,
oro strung.
He
"Wretch! ' cries the murderer, hold thy tongue, flow of spirits made him always agreeable
"Forti ou art weak, and I am stroj.g" he was full of sense and frolic. He could
bring a tear into your eye, before the smile had left your lip he was all hope and hap-
pmess.
Suddenly he stood before me an altered
being his eye had grown melancholy and
full of meditation. Its moisture was often
succeeded by a flash ; and its fire again ex
tinguished in the trembling tear. He shinned the rude clamour of the bustling world,
and would steal away into some solitary re
cess, and in the still shade of the forest ponder on the sweetness of his own (Jorrow. His mind became almost a world of itself, and thousands of visions rose obedient, at the call of creative thought I ds soul, lifted high on fancy's wing, would explore, in its wild and beautiful career, the fathomless regions of imagination, through all the variety of its magnificent domain. He loved deeply, devotedly. It was more than
love; it was adoration. The ooject of lis
passion was all -Wat woman could
That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it. And, at bfst. shows but a bastard valour. This l;fe a for- committed to our trust. Which we m K not yield up till i be forced. Nor will. I. He is not valiant that dares die, But he tat boldly bears calamity.
HUMOUR
Inclpdon being one day at Taitersall's, when Suett, who happened to be there too, asked him if he was come there to buy horses? ' Yes," aid Incledon ' but what are you come here for? Do you think, Dirky, you could tell the difP' between a horse and an as?'' 4 Or, yes '' said Su-
elt, 4 if you were among a thousand horses I should know you immediately."
he said,
"Elizabeth is dead I" At first he was not comprehended. A
vacant, horrid laugh, that echoed strangely
through the still room, was his only answer
then he repeated the words, and the fea
tures of my friend became pale and motionless as marble then he sat down in a chair,
and covered his face with his hands, but not
a word a breath broke the silence. There
was something alarming in his calmness; it
seemed like the silence of the heavy, black
cloud just before it launches its destructive lightning from its bosom.- He beckoned, and wished to be alone, He zva? left in solitude. I would not profane the subject by any attempt at describing his feelings. There wr.s a dark, horrible confusion in his mi d, like some accursed dream glaring around him, and the night rolled away its long hours of sleepless agony. The next day was the funeral; and when ihc sun rose in hi; same glory, and all the "pomp and circumstance" of day began to beam upon the face of nature, and the merry voice of men sometimes came upon the breeze, and the carts rattled rudely along, and all around was business, and adventure, unaffected by the great event that had come
like an ocean of scorching fire upon the paradise of his heart he recollected, and he said, "to-day is her fu icral her funeral!"7 His benumbed mind dwelt upon the words, but there was something undefined, and al
most incomprehensible in them. She was to be buried at five in the afternoon. The clock struck four he put on his hat, and went steadily to her house. He thought twenty times he heard her sweetly-toned, laughing voice, as he passed along. He turned his head once or twice to see if she was net at his shoulder, but there was nothing and he walked on. He saw the house, and his eye sought every window but Elizabeth was not there. He rang the bell the servant
came, weeping he looked at him, and walked on he passed into the parlour the chair which she had occupied, when he was there before, was standing in the very same place and there was her piano he almost thought he heard music he listened; a sob from the next room came like ice upon his heart, and he sat down. Her mother came
into the room her face was serene in grief.
but the first burst was over, and she was
comparatively calm. She asked him if he would look at the corse. He knew she was
dead, but the blunt question shook every nerve in his frame, ai d seemed to breathe death upon his soul. He arose and followed the bereaved mother. There was the air of death in the apartment, and a varnished coffin was on the table, a white cloth flung carefully at the head; a few friends sat and wept in silence, musing on the beauties and virtues of the being they were about to consign to the cold earth. He walked up to the table, and stood as still, and pale, and motionless, as the form that lay stretched before him. He would havn rr,rn nivnv ihr
oe!vcil flint covnrpd flint Cnro, lmt bo rnnM not
r, . . . I 7 .-v.- '-- ' H 1 VI UUl 1 nere is no object, in all creation, nail so kft fan that hp mifrhr ns .vol! h
splendid as such a being the charms thatjed t0 heave a mountain from its rocky base.
he did not observe any any thing peculiar about him at first, and not till the warm, affectionate shake of the hand was over, did he notice that his eyes were filled with tears, and a dismal, gloomy, black crape hung from his-liat. He started, and in a hollow voice,
that had a desolate dreariness in every tone,! passed away like a n.ist; his heart bounded
in the stage-coach, where he was sleepihc:, and crave occasion for Obadiah to observe, "Verilv, friend, when thou hast sufficiently amused thyself with my nose, perhaps t'hou wilt return it to i s rightful owneiT
The whole horrible ci cation cf his ivlucv
within him, and he fooii took sweet revenue
uon those wicked lips that had been so coid and still, yet so beautiful, in the darkness c his dream.
SrAl JLiAb. Newspapers are things that can be dispensed Avith as costing money that might be saved. So h the schooliuff of our cliiidrcn so, indeed, are nine-tenths of "which it costs us to live. Almost any man miht
are diffused through the whole universe
im. t-M. . iiii Lilian oitvi a i tJI KSlJirt'lliail , U13-I TIT7J ,1 1 jl , I
rmfin.rMlu.lit Him snnrrinrllr f iU'.r. ' " I1CII """"I"
.. . ....... 1 no iAnrnc KtViinH hi mi n rrnr r nf lrurhl liir.if i i
Roiis thn lornier shi1 that thf ra rr. an rc ;n . i s love me
his country, that if jou tumerf ' -a horse into anew!bu U 15 iipid when compared to the hghtj forehead the sleeping eye the cheek he
of her eye. I he lragrance ol tne rose was i,nfi n;nfi Qn fnnAv tho lw,c i)t i,o,i Cr.
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noiboueueioas as me warmiu oi nei niea n,;ken such sweet sounds he razed at her
The mother saw she fell a mother can feel and she silently uncovered that beau
tiful countenance. It broke upon him in all
s. I hero, wns tho snroo Avhifo
mown nrtlovv at night, you would not see his fnnilnrk rw vt iT.orn'mo' That, rpnlird the latter.
does not .q.ia! the piditF of the vegetation inUmd mu&ic could watte no melody like tne cor5C with intensity of thouffht. Herlivinc
lay up money every year ur ne wuia live on bread and water, and tiofhc himr?elf in the cheapest manner he could; but what of that ? 'Who would live like a brute and die like a beggar, for the mere pleasure of savins' mount, which he cannot can y hence, with him though like a dead weight, it may hang upon his soul at the last moment of his mortal existence! There are few such five or. ten in a million; and what wrethed creature? are they? Mcst men, sensible that they must die, are disposed to enjoy a little of the fruits of their toils: ar-d nothing is, perhaps, more necessary to ihc enjoyment of society, or self-sat isfaciion in retirement, than a well ir formed and virtu ( us mind. It. gives a zest to all things in prosperity, and '.s the best resource in adversity. Newspapers though not always conducted with talents afcxl respectability, are ihe best possible channels for obtaining an acquaint arce with the affairs of the world, and to implant desires in the hearts of youth for more solid readings, as he goes
on to maturity. In truth, they are the great engine that moves the moral and pcii .ical vv orid, ai d are infinitely powerful to establish the character of a people, as well as to preserve their liberties; and cannot he so easily dispensed with as some persons believe unless, indeed, we think the trouble of self-government is too great, and agree to transfer the power of the state to the few that are ready to use it for their own advantage But this cannot be the will of the
peopleirf the United Slates; yet observing. howevcr,the too general repugnance to reading, that, (though it prevails less with us than in any other,) it is the duty of those who feel the pleasure and profit of it, to smooth the way to it, and afford every facility that light and knowledge may be diilus'ed. "An" armed people, and an unarmed magistracy," said Dickenson, 6iis the best guarantee of freedom." And while the bedy of the people read, reason, and reflect while the press is free and liberally supported, the sword of the magistracy is pointless, except it is directed to cx cate the will of the people. How important, then, is it that that will should result from an enlightened mind? JYiles9 Register, HUMAN LIFE. "Life's little stage, (says Young) is a small eminence but inch high above the grave, that final home of man, where dwells the untold multitude. Ys c look around we read their monuments we sigh and, as we sigh, we sink", and are what we deplored ! lamenting, or lamented, all our lot.' These sacred truths, though summarily expressed, are replete with interesting admonitions. "We re apt to think this life of ettrs Immortal, and to !)e.?tov no n'rWition to the narrow limits, destined, scor.cryor later, to confine it; thus thinking, we.-iivev and act, on many occasions, repugnant to "that vir-
the and justice, which we should admire,
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there.it is not pr, bible that you would ee the, was more graceful than i the heave o the he beheid her in th eraccful motion itbo rnri.h U: of nrr rr,wa n ,i r
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Yorkslvrr for ero you to try that experiment; thrilling tones of her voice. Her motion . imae vas before him he law her smilin !ven,
horse next morning.
now her figure passed before him, beautiful tirm boro. .(
tho rr.r.7:v' flnnrn nnrl nr.v ho o-nol in... ,-.l,.l -,. r. t 1. 1 a ri
rT. r i ! ,i , i j ' ill i j i i i "j " -. j-v.v .i. 121 uini.ii ,vc t-ij tu us iv. ,1 ui v.iu. ui !unisn-
" . 7; ' I" ? ; rTtr r. . er lull DiacR eyes, and read unutterable ed, according to ihe ood or bad deeds done
" ; biuu, wucm mauiuuHi. - Me had a ring on hii
Fcoh
icnted to them
Tom Brown thinks, that setting apart one day oCcense.
the year, in ober ance of this ohl custom may
ea, or the change of the cloud, and thej
magic of mind, gleaming through all her
hings. He had a ring on his finger, a pres-hn thi
ent. frnm her ho triod in snonk !ip lnnkodi A ,.t1 n ji
No wonder mv hero bowed down before Zl lul V J A u" IKSil" . "ZuZrr .ttlV' 1S UUU1 UBlUilu u U1C
nowbr Vrdhy since three parts in four of W. rn WfVulPr that tho nrd nfhorvniro , f 6' 6 , , ,1 mma' 11,1(1 vjlolcsome to tflc OUl. While
. V. : 7 V . ;neart; nc gae one long gaze anu iookcci it ridicules the idea o any other s-.morinrif
n wnvs in hu inr rnnr nor irrmorr. - , i J t
1 .,-J -VkJ A J A A A A VX V 1 t . W A A A lilUll - T YT- T I . m
the p ople are f .ols vll the year rouad.
When TiOrd Strortm nt lost his diamond insijr-
dways
in
his ear, that her image!
(was before him in his daily occupations,
no more.
He knew not how, but he stood by her
m human nature, than that ot worth -.and
virtue, it demonstrates, that death hurls his
i vi i uwnuj ui lust iitajuiiiiuuiniii. -it .lji a l
Tj:r'::l IfJl of his veam. There was no aflecta- grave; r.,xl they were bearing the coffin to! darts alike at all; and that in he grave, all
V v l w mju ion ' IIUI .Will llir urilj lu llltl, Coco i-trre. wi, n Foot, , who was there instantlvi tlon m her ure, and she confessed
excUinmh lMh -n it is the first time t at a Scotch-1
man was ever known to loo anv thii. at Cntir. !! other and who would have believed that!
she! wards the dark narrow pit a heap of fresh sU?re OTlc cemmen late, to mouiiier and de-
! earth was pnea at its side, some one said,i . f, ,UiU " K: v - smouc tu sioiie,
fcVViiere are tne cordsr rie tieard tne an- lu dim eiuitr leneti upon
fate but I am digressing.
Ron k1o A very ignorant nobleman, observing There is something very melancholy in
one d:v t dinner, a peron. eminent for his pi i jthe reflection that any woman can die; buti
loHopIncil talents, ntent on choosingUip delicacies to hi?n that she should
of the ti! le saH to ! im ''WhM! do philosophers; ago.1." of despair, pie
love iluntiesr" Why not?' replied the scholar, fcw days, intending v. hen he returned to
i'0),,,n,,,,,rtn!J in-line S"u imngs oi have asked her hand. On the morning of hi
this world were made onlv for block heads?' L.,x :..x iTu :
ILIUI11, 11C :lcii g 1I:CU LUC Miig-.'-LUULllj 111 il most delicious reverie. He held no discourse with Ids fellow passengers, but wrapped himself up in a rich dream of anticipation. His heart was full of happiness. He thought himself, as he entered his house, too happy for a mortal man. He
was preparing to pay her the first visit, and
An lr'slim n nvent one day into an eating-house, and ak' d what the charge was for dinner ''Eigiitren p nct" was the r plv. 'And what fr suppr? "A $h 1 inf.." replied the host. "Then sim," ivplied Pat. 1 I'll Jake sapper.'
Ihe f -Moving adrnrt'eement extracrdh cry is
aid to ho from : v Ho ton pp r: -' Wanted at Ibis olfict, two DtviLs of otd moral cJuiratftr!"
dwelling in his mind on her pleasing wel
come, when her brother came to see him-
swer, "here thev are;"' and then the coflhi
was gradually let down into the bottom of
the grave it sat firmly on the ground and
perish, was the veryjhe lieard a voice sa)" "there, that is right i had left her for a'raw UP rope." Then there was the
sound, as if the orders were ooeved in tne act of doing it, a few grains of sand and pebble dropped upon the coffin then all was si ill then a handful of soft, damp, heavy clay, was shovelled down. Oh, that sound!
that solemn, dreary sound of utter desolation! It broke the horrid spell, that kept his voice silent and jus eye dry his lip began to quiver a sob heaved his aching breast large tears gushed from his eyeshe stretched out his hands in an agony cf weeping and grasped an old quaker gentleman's ncsc,
the inscriptions or upon the actions which distinguish the persons they mark, a voice seems continually ascending to our ears, saying, 4Livc righteously, that you may die g$od and live j-gain to immortality of hap
piness ana giory 1
If every pc' .-on would consider that he is in this life nothing mere than a passenger, and that he is not to set up his rest here, but keep an attentive eye uj:on that state of being to v. hich lie approaches every moment, and which ill be for ever fixed and permanent ihis single consideration would be sufih ient to extinguish the bitterness of hatred, the thirst cf avarice, and the cruelty of ambition.