The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1823-05-07
MISCELLANEOUS ARTICLES.

From tie HaEJar, ". &. ComhHer.-Ap eie-
gani letter, from father, Oh The death Of b
fevorite child.
Dear Friend--l have lost fsvorite son, who
was my delight, and his mothers rapture,
oh VIVA, hcelins show Is ihis world -
Thetc is, my friend, nesting worm 10 cve'y
flower along he path OF life and while we ad-
ini. c the sprr hding leaves,and unfolding bloom,
The uaitor often consumes ,he 100, and all The
beauty falls. You orc not surprised, that my
kuer opens With a~eiious reflection on the
llee,ing slato OF all earthly pleasures. This
my frequent rhyme will continue l believe,
." Iiii my eyes are shut upon this world, and
rtpo,e upon bed 81 dust" The son OF sor-
row con teach you TO tremble over every bles.
sing you enjoy. Pay now TO your living friend
the tear wtch was reserved Tor his grave.
have undergone one Of the seve,es, triuls hu.
man nature con experience. | have seen .
dear and believed child, The liuie companion
oi my hours OF leisure, The delight OF ny syes,
the pride Of my heart, struggling in the ago.
MES Of pain, While poured over him tears
snt p, ayers 10 heaven 10 vain. I have seen
him yiDg-dc oEi1cd-- have kissed him
in hi, shtoud--I have taken the last farewell !!
II have head the bel, toll him 10 tho silcn,
yeult, and am scarcely tahcr---i avn stabbed
10 the heart, cot to the brain !---Wuh what
tender ca'e was the boy nursed How otlen
has he been the pleasing bur,hen o, my arm,
What hours OF anxiety have | felt !-What
endea'ins aWusemenis Tor HIN inveo,ed -
ADiable was his person, sensible his mind.
Al who saw, loved him all who knew him,
admired playful genius which out; an his
years. The sun no sooner rose than II was
cclipsed. No sooner was The flower opened
than il was cot down! My mind eagerly 70.
wolves every moment OF past Joy. All the
pa,eruaI affections Iush like torrent to over.
whelm me. Wherever go, seem to see
end hear him, turn round aud lose him. Whs,
does this world present but a land walk of
misery and desoIation? In tesrs msn 10 born
In sgonies he dies, whs, fills up the incr-
val! momen'ary joys and iosuos pain,; with
ip, q war OF passions without, tumuit 'snd
disc der reigns. Fraud, oppression, tepine,
bloodshed and nu' der, fill up the tragic tale
Of every dsy, so that wise man muH often
wish to have his curtain dropt, snd ,he scene
Of vaoiy and vexstion closed. To me q
chusch yard is pless,ng walk. My feet Of
ten d,bw towsd d, the graves, and my eyes
turn towards the vaults, wns, Q oil the conlcn-
tious oil this world cease, and where the weary
orc at teL. l praise, with Solomon, tho
dead more than The living. will call reason
and eiigion to my aid prUye', and tears can.
not reMo'e my chile, and 10 God, who made
W, we must submit-Pe'haps he was ssna:ch-
ed 10 mercy from some impending wo. 10
LIE he might have been m,sersble, in death
he must be hsppy. | will not consider him
coilined in the grave, or mouide'ing in dusi,
but riseu-clsd with true glory and TN mortal.
i,y--gone to the regions Of eternal dsy where
he will never know the loss Of parent or OF
cbiid-gone above the reach Of sorrow, vice
snd ps'o. The hand which was busy to piesse
here, now holds chesob', harp. That voice
which wa, music 10 roy eMs, COW warblss