Alexandria daily gazette, commercial & political. [volume] (Alexandria [Va.]) 1808-1812, 1810-10-12

was cut ofin the bl0om, IL the very bloom
! of life. Had en- old lady been cut off in her
bloom, the circumstance would have been
indeed remarkable. She is compared, Tor
the ten hundred ,housandth time to q flower
and lilly. She was cufo6, droopea, sans,
was cut dam, sickened. FADED, and by con-
sequence died. Rude TEMPEST and 'osaotts
gaze are also tauto!ogies If she did, as
the poet avers,we are ready to coincide with
him, that hope and skill were useless. But
she had a soul and that soul was re1Fncd,
adorned with yeutJu! grace, Pure, unYot-
ted and untainted By sin. There is but one
idea in the whole an aniabc lady died in
her youth.
I have heard funeral sermon,
which though it consisted of but one fact
and one sentiment Che TACT that the man
did die, and the sentiment, that we are all
liable to DEATH yet, attenuated in the man
ner of our philadelphia bard, might be con-
verted into elegiac poem, thus
As it is now, will be, and was at first,
Of dust thou art !: and shalt return to dust
Here lies man, doom'd many year to live,
Then to the grave his aged limbs to give.
Twice forty years he liy'd, and ten years
more :;
Which is an hundred, lacking half a score.
Cut down and wither'd, here he lies at last
In the cold, frigid grave his limbs are cast.
He droop'd, he sunk, and now he lies thus
low
In the dark grave, to which we all must go.
Had he iiv'd longer, we'd not now been here,
All solemn mourners round bis sable bier.
He faded, fell, and dropt into the grave
Nor hopes, nor prayers, nor med cine's pow
er, could save.
Vain was the doctors skill, & useless hope
No mortal man with death can always cope.
Al It's truth, melancholy truth;
Some die In infancy and some in youth:
Some quit the world as soon as they are born,
Ana when they first see light are from us
torn.
Some, while they're children, to the grave
descend,
And lfe's beginning is tothcm its end.
Some to the tomb in manhood's vigor fly
And in the midst Of life and strength they
die.
At fifty some fall off, and breathe no more
Ihe vital spark absconded, lie is DER.
At sixty some commingle with the earth
Twelve lustrums from the first day Of their
birth.
Some live to quite the age assigns to man,
TO seventy years to three score years and
ten
To eighty some arrive, Just ten years more,
Ere yet the vital breath of life is DER
When, after lengthen'd life of Joys & tears,
A man is spar'd to count his ninety years,
BY all consolidate men twill be agreed,
He must be very, very old indeed
But If he falls before those years are tod,
He never will survive to be SO Old
For when the thread OF liz is cut in twain,
No mortal power can tye that thread again.
A man might easily write two thousand
lines of such verses in a day and, if guam.
tity constitutes greatness, be would soon
become the greatest poet in the world.
A year ago last July that great states
man, philosopher andpoet, Joel Barlow, in
an Grafton delivered before the citizens of
Washington, predicted that his nephew,
Robert Fulton, would soon put an end to
the usual mode of naval warfare, Alas !
how wild are the dreams of philosophers !!
how visionary the hopes of projectors =