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Utlrtss to the rentiers of the Cat ski U ( V. Y.J
llecurdsr January 1, 1822.
Triumphant Time ! thy way wan! course heg-an
lire voting" creation's bloom was Vc-sli aal now
"When to il!'.in;ne tlie heritage ct Man
The light of l'den sparkled on the view:
When earth was 'jr, and every hrcczt: that blew
Across her bosom nmrr.iurctl gently by
Full-Ira iffht with ffajjiiMirc ; i.tc Uk? tc:npcst flew
In fearful gloominess t veil the bky,
To shroud its beams and Lwle its golden dye.
Then Man was happy, innocent ar.d young'
His hope unclouded as the heaven above ;
Then angel women to his bosom clung,
And awakened all her witchery of love
ihe came from heaven like the Almighty dove
To win his soul with seraph tenderness,
Her flowery bonds of bliss she interwove
To bind his spirit in her fond caress,
And life was blessed, bright and sorrow less.
Then, then, oh Time ! thy wing was waving light
To fan the flowers that beautified thy way
Then was existence teeming with delight,
And sparkling in a gay ami glorious day
Then was the spirit, in its mortal clay,
iJreathing us with a pure celestial glow ;
Hut sin and sorrow came in dread army
To blight the buds and lay the blossoms low,
And earth became a hermitage of woe.
Ah ! mournful change that paradise, so fair,
So beautiful and bonny in its bloom,
And glorious spring, and primal freshness there
Came Melancholy in her shroud of gloom,
And Care to waste, to wither, and consume
The aching spirit in untimely blight
Then bent the soul of Man beneath its doom,
"When Innocence and Virtue took their flight
And left the world involved in Sorrow's night.
Yet still hath Man a ray of bliss on earth
The garden of his life hath still a hue
"While shines his morning in its hour of mirth,
Cloudless awhile, and robed as yet in blue
That germ of paradise, so fair to view,
Is forvl Affection's first and purest spring,
When each emotion of the heart is true,
Ere Hope hatii lost her buoyancy of wing.
Or the cold world hath brought its witherm?.
Oh, ever dear and hallowed be the hour
"When anijcl Love descends on rosv wing,
To cull the blossoms in life's young May-bower,
And lull the anguish of Affliction's sting
Oh, ever-blessed be that holy spring
"Whence flow the streams of love and faithfulness
In purest waves of gentle murmuring,
Shedding a balm on every rude distress
Fountains of bliss in the world's wilderness !
Oh, ever dear and hallowed be the hour !
Let youth enjoy it ere its sweets are fled ;
Ere the dark storms of destiny shall lower
And break in rude commotion o'er the head ;
"When the fierce shaft of misery hath sped
Unto the breast, and griefs are gathering rife,
The memory of its blessings shall 1 shed,
A beam of gladness on the world of strife !
A rainbow on the shrouded sky of life !
Subduer Time ! stern conqueror of all
Avenger of the follies of mankind !
Pride, honor, power and grandeur own thy thrall,
And are by thee to nothingness consigned :
Hut canst thou master the immortal mind
There, all in vain dust then thy fury pour :
Its inarch is onward free and unconfined
Such as the lioman annals showed of vore,
And such as glorified the Grecian shore.
Oh, there was glory's consecrated clime,
Where Sappho breathed and where Anacrcon
sung,
Where genius flourished in the olden time,
And dwelt upon the Athenian's pitted tongue,
His, who the thunderbolts at IMiilin flung-,
And urged h's countrymen the right to dare
Where heaven itself a Homer's lyre had strung
With chords that echoed sweetly "on the air,
As if the melody of heaven was there !
And there was Valor's spirit, proud and high,
Which shone resplendent on the cloud of war,
Where Mars himself poured forth his battle-cry
And lashed the coursers to his blood-dvcd car, '
As shone the ray of conquest from afar,
The beacon of each hero, on whose eve
It beamed a guiding and a natal star,
Like Israel's fiery pillar, streaming high
And blazing bright athwart the Egy ptian bky !
There fell the Spartan fearlessly he fell,
And smiled in the red agony of death
Yea, there was triumph in his battle-knell
And victory in ever.' ebb of breath :
Undying glory twined the laurel wreath
Hound the lone cypress that o'ershades the grave,
Memorial of the one who slept beneath,
Of him whose life-blood poured forth like the
wave
The
vou
ng- the proud the generous the
brave !
Undying glory ! Man may pass away
Like the light bubble floating on the stream,
Like the expiring blossom of a day,
Or the frail dew drop in the sunny beam
Yes, short and transitory is his dream
Of youthful love, jov's evanescent hour,
Of hope's beguiling and bewitching theme ;
Hut when the storms of fate and ages lower,
Glory defies and mocks their baleful power.
For this, all time hath hallowed the IiMi name
Of Helle's chieftain, and of those who led
The bold ten-thousand of immortal fame
Thro' slaughter's fields, o'er heaps of Persian
dead -
And of that brave Miltiadcs, who sped
Even as a lion from the forest lair,
To hasten w here war's banner was outspread
And waving like a silver cloud in air,
To try the bloody strife, to fight to triumph
there.
For this, the unfading light of glory smiles
' On the blue Dardanelles, and on the bay
Where in their beauty spread Ionia's Isles,
Washed and enwrcathed around by ocean's
spray
For this, eternal summer sheds her ray
On high Parnassus, and that Helicon
Where the Muse chauntcd her bewitching lay
In days of yore that mclodv is gone
And those loved bowers are desolate and lone.
Yes, here oh, here the scythe of Time hath
swept,
The torch of Time hath gone abroad to burn,
And here, f r many an age, hath genius slept,
Hut not unhonorcd, in the noiseless urn
Still doth the eye with kind expression turn
To that illustrious and all hallowed clime,
The light of former ages to discern,
When genius flourUh'd in its lofty prime,
And the mind sprung triumphant over l ime !
And thus it is Kingdoms may fall in dust
The coronals cf empire may decay
The sceptre perish, and the hehnet rust,
And power and proud dominion pass away
These are the transient baubles of a day
Hut the mind glows in its immortal bloom,
And genius sheds an unextinguished ray
Upon life's scenes of dreariness and gloom,
Victorious over Time victorious o'er the tomb !
"XiUtvvwy ISfKtvacts, &c.
Variety's the very spi.' j of life,
That give 3 it all its flavor.
J-IH01 THE CIMKLI.'IOV (OlIULn.
There is, as Cicero observes, a com
mon bond of union between the Arts
and Sciences ; and amonj' those Arts
particular!', which designate advanced
civilization, there is a close and inti
mate analogy. What is poetry, but
articulate music ? what is music, but
articulate poetry ? Painting is mute
eloquence, and eloquence is painting
that speaks.
They grow and flourish together ;
born of sensibility, nursed by taste,
impelled by enthusiasm, and gazing
on immortal heights they brighten the
path of nations, up the ascent of fame.
In mere physical strength, man is sur
passed by the brute. In physical du
ration a grain of dust survives him.
In material beauty, he cannot vie with
the lowliest flower. In happiness e
ven, unelevated by svmpathy, and un
refined by intelligence, he does surpass
an oyster.
It is mind that achieves lor him all
that he can rationally desire, and inno
cently enjoy. Literature and the Arts
worship and minister on the altar of
truth, where Genius lights his everlast
ing flame.
The growing progress of the Arts
in this country, indicates an increased
sense of the proper objects of nation
al pursuit. What is wealth, if the
rays of intellect beam not upon it, and
melt it into generosity ? What is beau
ty, if mind light it not with expres
sion, and elevate it with dignity ? What
is life, if unillumined by imagination,
and unadorned by taste, but a tiresome
monotonous repetition of blank and
profitless occurrences ?
The elegant employment of leisure,
is the best security of virtue. When
the mind is full of beautiful forms, the
heart will teem with honorable emo
tions. Pictures arc moral lessons
they reprove in silence, and therefore
we listen to them their instruction is
sweet, and therefore wc receive it
cheerfully.
The Paintings of Mr. Trumbull, au
thorized by Cougress, embracing the
grandest events in modern history,
prove the just sensibility of the nation
on this subject. The Court cf Death
is another successful appeal by an
American Artist, to the good taste and
feelings of his countrymen. And to
these there will soon be added, from
the pencil of Mr. Morse, a view by
candle-light, of the interior of the
American Refn'csentative hill, inclu-!
ding resemblances of one or more of
the Members from each of the States.
The Paintings of Alston, Vander-
lyn', and Sully, grace already the gal- j
leries of the rich and tasteful, and it is
hoped that talents of every kind, may
always ue welcome in tne country wnicn
produced them.
mOM THE HAVKIIHILL GAZETTE.
MUSIC.
Is there a heart, that .Music cannot melt ?
MEATTIE.
It is an acknowledged fact, that har
mony of sounds produces an agreeable
efTect on the human frame. It greatly
tends to sooth the passions ; exalt and
purify the affections ; dissipate melan
choly ; and has a powerful tendency to
produce equanimity of temper, amid
the crossing incidents of life. These
are facts amply corroborated by those
most subject to its gentle power. The
plaintive strains of a flute, wafted to
my ears by the gentle zephyr, in a
mild summer's evening, never fail to
chase away every perturbed emotion,
which might at that moment disturb
my peace of mind. If such be the
tnccioi a single instrument, now pow
erful must be the effect of that exqui
sitely toned instrument, the organ, in
the hands of a skilful performer, ac
companied by the melodious voices of
men and women.
But to prove more clearly, the won
derful power which music possesses
over the passions, the following facts
are subjoined. One writer observes,
that 44 Music contributes to the health
both of body and mind, by aiding the
circulation of the humours, accelera
ting the motion of the blood, dilating
the vessels, and promoting insensible
perspiration." Mr. Gibbon, in the
last volume of his history of the De-
dine and Fall oF the Roman Empire,
observes, " Experience has proved
that mechanical operation of sounds,
by quickening the circulation of the
blood and spirits, will act on the hu
man machine more forcibly than the
eloquence of reason and honor." At
the battle of Quebec, in 17GO, while
f
British forces were retreating in
great confusion, the general complain
ed to a field officer of the bad behav
iour of his troops. Sir, answered he,
with warmth, you did very wrong in
forbidding the Scotch pipes to play this
morning ; nothing encourages High
landers so much in a day of action ;
even now they would be of use Let
them blow then like the devil, replied
the general, if it will bring back the
men. The pipes were ordered to play
a favorite martial air. The Highland-1
ers, the moment they heard the music,
returned, and formed with alacrity in
the rear. Stradella, a celebrated vio
lin player, of Naples, while playing a
lavorite air, made so strong an impres
sion on the mind of a young lady, that
he gained her heart, and went off with
her to Rome. His rival followed, with
a determination to be revenged ; but
hearing him play at a church, he forgot
his revenge, and wrote back to her
friends, that he had quitted the city.
The last I shall mention, is that of
Palma, a Neapolitan. He was sur
prised in his house by one of his cred
itors, who demanded payment, in the
most injurious language. Palma made
no reply, but sung a favorite tune.
The creditor listened to it. Palma
sung another, and accompanied it with
his harpsichord ; and observing those
parts which made the most impression
on the heart of his creditor, he at
length subdued him ; payment of the
money was no longer demanded ; he
asked him to lend him an additional
sum, to extricate him from some pecu
niary embarrassment, and it was im
mediately granted.
But we need not recur to recent
facts, or profane history, to convince
the most incredulous of its efllcacy.
Whoever will peruse with attention
the sentiments inculcated by the sweet
songster of Israel, must feel his heart
glow with exultation, while influenced
by such heavenly attractions. It is a
subject of regret, that no greater pains
are taken to improve the taste of those
who take the lead in many of our
churches. I would wish that my fee
ble pen might excite the attention of
those on whom this pleasing dnty
more particularly devolves. The joy
which would thereby diffuse itself
through the countenances of humble
worshippers, would attest the impor
tance of a still greater improvement
in this divine employment. It would,
at least, excite much satisfaction in the
mind of one whose nerves have often
been shocked by the unintelligible jar
gon of self-taught performers.
HANDEL.
ANECDOTE OF PKINCESS BENEVEXTO.
Mr. Francis was a man of consider
able abilities. He was a very superior
classical scholar. Strong resentment
was a leading feature in his character.
I have heard him avow this sentiment
more openly and more explicitly than
I ever heard any other man avow it
in the whole course of my life. I
have heard him publicly say in the
house of commons, 44 Sir Elijah Impey
is not fit to sit in judgment on any
matter where I am interested, nor am
I fit to sit in judgment on him." A
relation of the ground of this ill-will
may be amusing. Mrs. Le Grand,
the wife of a gentleman in the civil
service in Bengal, was admired for
her beauty, for the sweetness of her
temper, and for her fascinating accom
plishments. She attracted the atten
tion of Mr. Francis. This gentleman,
by means cf a rope-ladder, got into
her apartment in the night. After he
had remained there about three quar
ters of an hour, there was an alarm ;
and Mr. Francis came down from the
lady's apartment by the rope-ladder,
at the foot of which he was seized by
Mr. Le Grand's servants. An action
was brought by Mr, Le Grand against
Mr. Francis, in the Supreme Court of
Justice in Calcutta. The Judges in
that Court assess the damages in civil
actions without the intervention of a
Jury. The gentlemen who at that
time filled this situation, were sir Eli
jah Impey, Chief Justice, sir Robert
Chambers and Mr. Justice Hyde. I
was intimate with the first and the third
from early life, having lived with them
on the AVestern Circuit. On the trial
of this cause, sir Robert Chambers
thought that, as no criminality had
been proved, no damages should be
given. But he. afterwards proposed 1
to give thirty thousand rupees, which
are ?orth about three thousand pounds
sterling. Mr. Justice Hyde was for
giving a hundred thousand rupees. I
believe that Mr. Hyde was as upright
a Judge as ever sat on any bench ; but
he had an implacable hatred to those
who indulged in the crime imputed to
iir. francis. bir Elijah impey was
01 opinion, that although no criminal
intercourse had been proved, yet that
the wrong done by Mr. Francis to Air.
Le Grand in entering his wife's apart
ment in the night, and thereby destroy
ing her reputation, ought to be com
pensated with liberal damages. He
thought the sum of thirty thousand
rupees, proposed by sir Robert Cham
bers, too small ; and that proposed by
Mr. Hyde of one hundred thousand,
too large. He therefore suggested a
middle course, of fifty thousand ru
pees. This proposal was acquiesced
in by his two colleagues. When Sir
Elijah Impey was delivering the judg
ment of the Court, my late friend, Mr.
Justice Hyde, could not conceal his
eager zeal on the subject ; and when
sir Elijah named the sum of fifty thou
sand rupees, Mr. Justice Hyde, to the
amusement of the bystanders, called
out, "Siccus, brother Impey which
are worth eleven per cent, more than
the current rupees. Perhaps this sto
ry may not be thought worthy of re
lation : but it gave occasion to that an
imosity, which Mr. Francis publicly
avowed against sir Elijah Impey ; and
the criminal charge, afterwards brought
against him in the House of Commons,
was the offspring of that animosity. I
will follow up this anecdote, by men
tioning the consequences of the action
brought by Mr. Le Grand. The lady
was divorced ; she was obliged to throw
herself under the protection of Mr.
Francis for subsistence. After a short
time she left him, and went to England.
In London she fell into the company of
JI. Talleyrand Perigsrd. Captivated
by her charms, he prevailed on her to
accompany him to Paris, where he
married her, and thus the insult which
this lady received from Mr. Francis,
and the loss of reputation, which was
perhaps unjustly the consequence of
that insult, eventually elevated her to
the rank of Princess Benevento,
THE ROIi li Ell A TUAGMEXT.
The following, selected from a pa
per published in Boston, is said to be
founded on fact. 4 The wearied ani
mal can proceed no further,' said the
Doctor as he stopped his horse at the
turnpike inn. He entered the bar
room, inwardly cursing the bad roads,
which prevented his reaching Salem
before night, and seated himself before
the blazing fire. Gloomy were his
meditations which became more so at
the entrance of two men, whose faces
presented to his disturbed imagination,
pictures of fierce ambition. 4 Six hun
dred dollars,' thought he, 4 why did I
bring it with me ? and to proceed alone
but perhaps they may not be rob
bers perhaps they will not overtake
me ; at any rate, I will proceed.' Af
ter an inspiring draught, the journey
recommenced, and tremblingly alive is
the Doctor to each little noise. Ha I
a robber and with the deadly weapon
aimed at that head which has so often
directed the councils of the Common
wealth. And shall a life so precious
to the nation be sacrificed for a little
pelf? Shall one fell blow deprive the
country of a hero and a statesman?
No 'Take my money, and spare my
life,' exclaims the son of Galen, and
cast his pocket book at the ruffian's
feet. He waits for no reply, but ap
plies the lash to his jaded steed. The
welcome glare of light soon Hashes on
the Doctor's eyes. Assistance is pro
cured, and a full pursuit of the robber
commenced. They reached the scene
of villainy and, monstrum horrendum!
the terrific bandit still maintained his
post. The weapon of death still ex
tended, and the robber had not stoop
ed to raise the booty which lay at his
feet. A pump, with the handle frozen
in a horizontal position, was found to
have been mistaken by the sapient Doc
tor for a murderous highwayman.
Pleasure It was the remark of
Langier, formerly a physician at the
court of Vienna, that 44 at twenty-five,
we kill pleasure ; at thirty, we enjoy it ;
at forty, we husband it ; at fifty, we
hunt after it ; and at sixty, we regret
it
44 If religion be the star you sail by,
doubt not of a good voyage ; at least,
you are sure of a good harbor.
"Religious
SOLITUDE.
Solitude is essential to the Christian.
Our Lord himself has given us an ex
ample of occasionally retiring from
the world, when he spent nights on the
mountain in reflection and prayer.
Holy men in all ages have followed
i hig cxample. They have assured us
that lh have made their aUainments
they
in the life of the soul, during their
hours of lonely retirement, in unwit
nesssed meditation, in unpartaken mu
sing, in whispered prayer. In such
hours they have recovered that sense
of the value of divine things, which
the world had made them forget ; they
have restored that sensibility of con
science, which intercourse with man
kind had blunted ; they have gained
new life to those affections, which had
been deadened by the excitement of
other affections in the company of
men ; -and then they have returned to
the active duties of their calling, pre
pared to pursue them with fresh ardor
and diligence, and to combat tempta
tion with increased strength. Every
one, indeed, who has had any experi
ence at any time of the genuine influ
ence of religion on his soul, must be
aware how much his zeal, and stedfast
ness, and comfort, and improvement,
have been owing to his solitary hours,
and how these have languished and
gone from him, in proportion as he has
neglected! reasonable retirement, and
suffered himself to be engrossed in the
cares of the world.
It may be assured as a maxim a
mongst Christians, that he who ceases
to have any time to himself, will cease
to improve as a religious man. The
spirit within him will be dying away,
the warmth of his heart will be wax
ing cold, the beautiful regularity of his
affections and dispositions, which were
once the source of his choicest peace,
and that devout frame of contempla
tion and heavenly-mindedness, which
was once to him as the forecastle of
Heaven, will be passing from him, and
he will gradually become a different
man. He may still, in a cold, calcula
ting way, show fidelity to his worldly
trusts, and be obedient to the demand
of his several stations in life ; but he
cannot continue, like a disciple of Je
sus, his heart glowing with holy feel
ing, and his mind enlarged, interested
ard elevated by habitually acting in
sight, as it were, of invisible and in
finite things.
As a religious man, therefore, he
ceases to improve. He never retires
from the world, and the world by de
grees monopolizes all his thought and
concern. Christian Disciple,
44 Life is short : the poor pittance of
70 years is not worth being a villain
for. What matters it if your neigh
bor lies interred in a splendid tomb ?
Sleep you with innocence. Look be
hind you through the tracks of time, a
vast desert of unnumbered ages lies
open in the retrospect : through this
desert have your forefathers journeyed
on, until wearied with years and sor
rows, they sunk from the walks of man.
You must leave them where they fell,
and you are to go a little further, where
you will find eternal rest. What ever
you may have to encounter between
the cradle and the grave, be not dis
mayed. The universe is in endless
motion ; every moment big with innu
merable events, which come not in
slow succession, bursting forcibly from
a revolving and unknown cause, fly
over this orb with diversified influ
ence.
BLAIR.
Good causes are not always conduc
ted by good men. A good cause may
be connected with something that is
not good with party, for instance.
Party often does that for virtue, which
virtue is not able to do for herself;
and thus the right cause is promoted
and effected by some subordinate, even
by some wrong motive. A worldly
man, connecting himself with a reli
gious cause, gives it that importance
in the eyes of the world, which nei
ther its own rectitude nor that of its
religious supporters had been able to
give it. Nay the very piety of its ad
vocates for worldly men always con
nect piety with imprudence had
brought the wisdom, or at least the ex
pediency of the cause into suspicion,
and it is at last carried by a means for
eign to itself. The character of the
cause must be lowered (we had almost
said it must in a certain degree be de
teriorated) to suit the general taste,
even to obtain the approbation of that
multitude for whose benefit it is inten
ded. HANNAH MORE,
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