Elizabeth-Town gazette. [volume] (Elizabeth-Town, N.J.) 1818-1821, 1819-05-25

/ morning CnfOOicleJ IN the IOHONlng elegant eI-
| fusion; in which he takes occasion, from the
| beauties of Spring, to carry forward the mind of
| the Christian to brighter worlds.-Salcfn Gag.
HINTS FOR THE SEASON.
We have now arrived at the confines Of
a wilderness of beauty nature is prepar
ing to spread her choicest stores TO gratu-
late the arrival of the sun. The earth
puts on her mantle Of green, and the en-
lbryo howret is evolving its blossoms
Soon will the groves become vocal with
the melody Of birds soon will broad
Expanding beauty, with infinitely diversi-
fed tints of radiance, illuminate every
Dough. The season of beauty without IL
Righteousness. of song without revelry, and
of heart-exhilirating joy without debauch,
is now advancing. The poet Milton, when
he described the joys of Paradise, although
his fancy was SO seraphic in its flights, was
obliged to resort TO humble nature at last
for a model, and he denominates them
vernaI delights. 1t is not the cold penci il
only, that delights US, although that pen
Gil is the pencil Of nature; this pencil is
dipped in fragrance. The splendor Of
Landscape by which We are surrounded,
ibreathes with perfumes May is gaudy
vision,s beautiful and delightful while i
lasts, and may be denominated the jubilee
alike of man and beast. All creatures
human and brute, partake of the Kindness
of the season: there seems general thrill
of sympathy amongst all the chords of an
mated nature. While our hearts are pre-
pairing for such festival of delights, we
would ask our readers the question, how
we are able with such certainty, TO pro-
mitigate such joyful intelligence !? How do
we know that May is TO become so replete,
SO profuse of blossom, of fragrance, and
Of joy? What commerce do we hold with
iuturity? How can beings so uncertain as
we are OF our own existence, speak with
such confident certainty of the revolu.
tions of the seasons The shaft of death
is perhaps already drawn, and aimed at
the bosom Of the writer, and before this
paragraph is finished, he may become, for
aught he knows, an insensate corpse
I" dust TO dust, and ashes to ashes," may
be his destiny, before he pours upon his
| paper the sensations with which bis heart
is now throhbing. Of this the writer
Knows nothing, and pretends TO Know no.
thing; yet he speaks with absolute Ger
tainty Of the approach of beauty, and
fragrance and song; and both OF these
events are hidden in the clouds of the fu-
ture. How comes it to happen then that
he can speak of the revolution of the sea.
sons with such absolute owIedge, and Of
his own existence with such absolute igno-
rance? The genius of philosophy pretends
to explain this matter. She takes her
residence in the sun, and marks with an
eagle eye the revolutions of the planets
round his orbit. She then speaks of the
laws of attraction and OF repulsion, of the
centripetal and the centrifugal forces, aud
here her enquiry is ended; she finds those
great properties existing in nature, aud
further than the existence of such laws
she disdains to inquire. Here the ques-
ton still remains, for the point is still
presented for explanation, what hand i'm
pressed the planetary orbs with attraction
and repulsion, and how were they first
endowed with their centripetai and ceutri-
fugal forces? Here philosophy turns her
blushing counteuance abashed, and can
proceed no further in her solution. Let
now the Christian explain this phenome-
non. The voice of the Deity has de-
cared, that suhile the earth remaineth,
seed time and harvest, and cold and heat,
and summer and ,Uinter, and day and
night, shall not cease" In accordance
with this law, imposed by the Creator,
we behold the regular and constant sue
cession of the seasons, and whether this is
done by attraction, or repulsion, or by
any other law that he in his divine sove-
lreignty has thought proper to impress up