Western Sun & General Advertiser, Volume 14, Number 44, Vincennes, Knox County, 29 November 1823 — Page 4

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Poetical.

c extract the toiiowmq p. ictio st.r7 lt s former neatness, elevates itself various fruits, were advanced b f n an Knrlish publication, and give it a . r . r i ri ire here, net or i ! account of its icinS new, a mule example of vanity, cv- way of rearguard, as is thecu but because it is one f those valuable pn- en in inanimate nature Its door torn in those places Oneoftl

dtu tiors which should always be treasured.

N. ork Mirror. TIIK HERO'S ORPHAN GIRLS. OH' ladv buy these budding flowers, For i atn sad, and wet, and weary; I withered them ere break of When all was lonely, still mul dreary; And long I've sought to sell them here, To pun -.hi? so clothts, fc food, Hz dwelling, For valor's wretched orphan girls Poor me and my young sister Kllen. Ah' tWe who tread life's thornkss v.vr; I.t fortune's gol h-n sunshine basking, Mav ilcem n.v wauls require no aid, Because mv lips ire mute, nnasking: Tiu-v hav e no heart for woes like mine, Ivich word, each look, is cold repelling.

Yet once a crowd of flatterers fawned, And fortune smiled on mc and hilcn: Oli! buy my flowers, they're fair and frc:-U As mine and morning's tears could keep them; To-morrow's sun shall sec them dead, Ail I .shall scarcely live t weep them! Vet this sweet bud, if nursed with care Soon into fulness would be swelling; A i l nurtured by some generous hand, So might my little sister Ellen ! She's sleeping in the hollow tree, Her only home its leaves her bedding; And I've no food to carry there. To soothe the tears she will be shedding; Oh ill it these mourner's tears that fall: That bell which heavily is knelling; A i hat deep grave were meant for me, And my poor little sister Ellen. When we in silence are laid down. In life's last fearless, blessed weeping,. No tears will fill upon our grave, Save those of pitying tlcaen's own weeping; Unknown we'veliv'd, unknown mustd?e, No tongue the mournful tale be telling, Of two voung broken hearted girls Poor Mary and her sister Ellen. No one has bought of me today, And night is now the town o'ershadowing, A . i I like these poor drooping flowers, amoticed and unwept am fading ; My s il is struggling to be free it loathes its earthly wretched dwelling! M v limbs refuse to bear their load Oh God! protect lone orph m Ellen. MISCELLANY.

I'.OM THK OHUILESTOX COURIER, THE VAl'LT. iEach various part T. it constitutes the Prame of Man, returns hv nee it was taken; etheri d sky, The s nil, the body to its earth; of all Nought, save this breathing space of life our vn. El'RlPIDKS. I I n e to visit scenes of decay cd m Mialitv The shivering touch oS c t-onb creates in the heart a m.uir.iful levntion Tne must of frin.e-.-ed maihle symbolizes the in lability dlife Sieve reflection re-oea giv sensibility- and cvol ves vd--ite thought: here nature ti -olo-ed hv fickle etiuuette. the

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is the Vault; winch, enamelled a gentleman house in a town in1 with black moss and mistletoe, as Sicily, after the second course 7

if anxious to exhibit some relic of was removed, ces. in the shape of

cus

places One of the

was open I entered I beheld servants carried the figure of a fine not the innocent glee of beauty. large peach to the captain, who. nor the dignified calmness of , unacquainted with deceit of this

kind, never doubted but it was a real one. and cutting it through the middle, in a moment had one half in his mouth At first he on

1 y looked grave, and blew up his chceeks to give it more room;

but the violence of the cold get ting the better of bis patience h

bewail to tumble it about from

side in his month, water running

out of his eves, till at last, able to

hold it no longer he spit it out

upon his plate, exclaiming with a

horrid oath. 4A painted snowball, by G !" Wiping away the

tears with his napkin, he turned

in a rage to the lulian servant

who had helped him with a D

vour macaroni eves, you son of a

b , what did you mean by that?' The fellow who did not under stand a word of it. could not for

bear laughing which convinced

the captain the more it wa nothing hot a trick, and he was just going to throw the test in his face.

worth. What whitens the cheek what enwraps the dark shroud of miser v around these scenes? Death! 'twas here. The dun ash es of those who once smiled, and spoke and lived; who mayhap would have turned awav with horror from a scene like this, rest here the sport of the winds, the

lizard, the toad. The evening's ?un seemed to glance in pensive compassion on these dumb re mains of former animation 1

took up a bone. Imagination would have clothed it in life in the roseate blush of health in fe male loveliness in glowing sprightliness in the playful glance of the eye in the elastic step of enjoyment But alas! the bone, black and ugly, was before me Imagination could not cheat reality. I let it go; it fell inanimate Mouldering morsel of human nature! thou companion of the wily fox! the scream of the

owlet cannot wake thee from thy but was prevented by one of the! sleep. So hedeous art thou the ( company. Wnen recovering, very worm hath left thee. Didst : from his passion, and thinking thou anticipate this, when rich in the object unworthy of it. he adbeauty and hilarity; thou didst ded in a softer tone. Wry well captivate the heart and the senses? neighbor. I only wish I had you Oh! tis a pity beauty must die! on board ship for half an hour, why give it to the worm of the yu should have a dozen before grave? My heart beats high with you could say Jack Uobinson,

me! my hand is pale, but strong; tor all your painted checks.

and am I to be thus? Is to die

grounds for the accommodation

of the n. i ;hbourho d Whil ho

was superintending the workmen, a nobleman rode by whose life

was not quite so regular as it ought to have been. As be passed, he accosted the clergyman Well doctor, for all your pains, 1 take it this is not the road to Heaven ' 'True' replied he, 'for if it had been, I should have wondered at seeing your lordship here An Irish travelling merchant, ali as a pedlar asked an itinerant poulterer the price of a pair of fowls 'Six shillings. Sir In my dare country my darling, you might buy them for sixpence a pace " Why don't you remain in your dear country then? 'Case w e have no sixpences, my jewel said Pat.

Franklin. When lhis.sagc and philosopher approached the close of a very long, and useful life he thus reasoned coolly with a friend on the prospects of futurity: Death is as necessary to our constitution as sleep: we shall rice refreshing in the morning. The course of nature must soon pot a period to my present mode of existence. This I shall submifc to with the less regiet, as, having seen during a long life, a good deal .f this world, I feel a growing curiosity to become acquainted with some other; and can cheerfully, with filial confidence, resign my spirit to the conduct of that great and good Patent of mankind, who created it. and wbo

ngi unde or ihe frivolous levity of the beau m uule. assumes its original, benevolent tone of mind live i liberality to thought, an apprc i itino of virtue, and an admi. rioo of sublimit v. spur on the mi l 1 to everything great and no bic Mv friend oft described to m m andquatcd Vault, and I dete mi ted to see it Advancing Some distance up the Ship Yard A venue, 'on the margin of Coop-

ci River. I urned olV into a path to the left:- this leads diiect to

Mhe Vault A' fust sight, nothing

fascinates the eye of the iiupusi

tive and reflective, so much as a

dilapidated house; mayhap tht

reoisitot y of mi t Tui a iccdotes.

. ot voutnful p-anwis or revolution ary -'a-uali'ies I passed thi and ente.-ed a vNta of g-av ak here noise slumbers occasionally awa

and to rot. the final issue of mor-

talltyr Uh! 'tis a Sickening I Septhnhcr UJ,000un(l tVee.

tbmio'hf tn ho Til l,;c . I Lubly Misse Phillirs. e,

has so graciously protected and

Pompev Tirackie- to Missce Phiiiisscc preserved me from my birth td Pumpboh,oile eitv of Vovk thp )rescnt hour."

pt

A lesson for Duellists Two

g to quarrel at a

m. a man of ve-

ition. insisted on

hting him the next

;Pcr .1.1,.-. 1 1 i. m.fiimrr lho I lo

olallu t.on u . I ( e uith me in ! , , , f , - ,. ,.on(lition that ,,,ey the Rravo Oh! ,s there no red, ess , , , , k Im,akfct , ,,er Irom (ate? no refuse trom nceosi- , . .' . . . : 1 : .1...: : r , ..

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k., .,r.n au. u r I now nan (te suhhme sassalac . .

fi, .aa K.r ff. tionuis to 'crawl two or t ice line funds happuun

Z: :, . Z r to you 'bout one Cvr unhWn m. one ol the

..n.,... rtu:i,i:K ' : . i hiss t'mg of 'pot tance is. dat tie l hasl (1,pos

r ii i. , . season mos dam -o e for tbi 'eoiiuis tig

every iona niusn, every wins

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eV' d dic I left the Vault 1 Ylk 1h',!,ic cvc wh' 1,m,,c of ,1,e c'allcnSr,l ind e ed 1 nn-elf on , in d(inl,,,,- Wh" t,,B .HcnSer arrived the Swin. r lr! ,i; show her, e'f at all. look- pale as PM.m;-nt he found every preparewinn. was toucning as tin UnnA nmA , . ' . ... nt , I h.Lfct mul lucfn,,.,,!

I Hdi I illlVI I Mill K ii I I ll( 1 I OU I IS v in ,yj 1 11 iv 1 1 VJ.

1 . , ?i fi- v bout jus like old fa" m Ran

'"'.l L I V V .'I I I I I I I I O tress I cannot pourtray my feel ings I felt like the last of human kind, meditating on the tomb of

universal nature! A spider crawl

ed over mv face I killed it not, for I was sick of death! Echo res ponded afar off and tied, like the voices of immateriality, fearing to commune with wicked mortality It was almost dark the nighthawk was Hitting across the sky, and revelling in the blood of in sects. Why, thought I, should man dread death! All nature nvit die! even the thoughts, are suffocated by despair. The heart i killed by unrequitted love Matter changes every day; and why should man, born to immortality, why should he tremble on the brink of cternih ? 'Life," says Longinus, k is nothing but a prison; happy, therefore, is he who gets out of it the soonest and gains his liberty." Manly re flee-

kened by the croauinf of the frngi-n and hope will invigorate the

or ihe tap.Miu of tne woodpecker miml. and prepare it to meet its

1 ".c and hi own I b -eath mv step -

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tnwenous s.nvt ung seemed to cries 01 a snort me. to tne expeeWi'hpcr Dcaiii! l),it' Hut a ted bliss ol a happy eternity, few stens tnore. ami D'atb is rea II. & GO. lis d. rlV;t' m t ctn-.ieuous oh j -jea at tue exuemitv of tuc viita,! An honest bca-olhcer dining at

ker 'treet Khhery t'ing look cole an' shibbering as dis fateful breas' shibber when Missee Phil lissee breed her barmy biett over dese (uihbering lips; d( win' bh)v like whale wid harpoon in he gizzard, an' de sea roar like bull doo in Tiutchher yard Now. Missee l'hillUsee how you t'ink I write? T ink 1 not good at Vriniion. like Ma-sa By'on in he Dun Jew -Ann? Oh dat 1 could ea ch a tedder fr.-m de fowl Pijassus' hw I 'ribe far vent luh for my 'doored gal oh all al! How I )aint de neber failing fragrance fd" her b.:.' ;c eye!

I low I sing de Mil : ' - ol her

his wife, and children, all ready to receive him. Their repast being over, and the family withdrawn without any hint of the fatal purpose having transpired the challenger asked the other if he watf ready to attend "No sir." replied he. ' not until we are more upon a par; that am able woman, and those six innocent children, who just now breakfasted with us. depend solely upon my life for subsistenceand until you ean stake something equal in my estimation to the welfaie. of seven persons, dearer to me than the apple of my eye I cannot think we are equally marched." -fcVe are not. indeed'' replied the other, giv-

brushing cheek! l2.o.v tell de j in? n,m his hand, and they be

came tu rner friends than ever.

Halt Pat.

ten t'ousan' beauties dat riob.ulv

shall find out Ah, Missee Phiiiisscc. how you burn you lubber s shibbering heart! De team too much for my hum le power of langrage; I mils' tVow down de sub jee' 'fore I get in 'tate of Vanity; by an'bye I take hole on him

v".. :n ,1 i

ewes erMk'ed fate with that composure with , U l. uc" JM asi

I tremhleil A which it should pass from the mis- i ea )e ( '

VOMPKV HUACKLKCi.

M.ssci- riiillicc Punipbolt. N. H. Dat's all.

Road to Heaven A worthy cleigxmau in the eountry au-cd a road to be .made tlirougli lii

USFFUL KITHIKT. On a giave stone in the cemetery of Pere la Ct'aise. is the following singularly prudent inscription which in its praise of the dead, does not loose sight of the living: -Here lies N , the best of lathers the most tender of hus hands. His inconsolable Widow till keeps the fancy shop, Rin Richellen. No "

11 L A V K 1)15 EDS for sale ;r this oilice