The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1824-12-30
m-EE DREAM OF LOVE,

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mzEE DREAM OF LOVE,
ny CHARLES LUDLOW.
have seen bubble blown into its cir
cular and ndescribable beauty on its brill
liant surface were painted the most inim-
table pictures of light and life; greatful
clouds fioated in the bosom OF the mimic SKY,
a tiny sun irradated the little world, and
cast all the magic of light and shade over
landscape of most bewitching splendour.
A creation, bright as poet could imagine
glowed before me; but wave OF the air
broke the spell of its transtory, but beauti-
full existence, and it was gone. 1t was like
dream of love- If there is one happy being
in creation, it is the lover in the luxury OF
his visionary aspirations-if there is single
blissful moment, like star sparkling IN the
shadowy armament of life, it is that which
discovers a long nourished affection to be
mutual.
The moon as she rides on through her in
fnity Of space, has not greater effect upon
J the ocean-tide, than has the passion OF love
upon the tide Of human thought-now per-
hitting it to settle down into state OF tenn
porary nquility-again bidding it heave
and swell, by the magic of its viewless power.
Without it, what would be the world? AS
a creation without light; yet, possessing 1t,
as we do, how does it discompose the So
berest plans Of reasons How do the lof-
test bulwariis Of stern philosophy bow down
and disappear before the fragrance OF its
breath. 1t is the poetry Of thought, when
reason slumbers on her stately throne, or
wanders away in happy dreams. tits scarcely
to be defined, for it seems in a perpetual halo
of soft light, which dazzles while it fasci-
mates the minds eye. 1t is to the spirit
what sunshine is to the f1ower--lurlng the
fragrance from its bosom, and bringing
out all the energies of its young nature, or
as the hand Of beauty to the slumbering lutte
/ passing over the silent Chords till :" doth
! discourse most eloquent music
, ] had a young friend, just rising into man
. hood--iery and unsettled as the warrior
, steed in battle, his career was ungulded by
prudence or thought. never failing flow OF
spirits made him always agreeable--he was
full of sense and frolic. He could bring
tear into your eye, before the smile had left
) your lp-he was all hope and happiness.
4 Suddenly he stood before me an altered be-
ing-his eye had grown melancholy and full
S of meditation. Its moisture was often sue
S ceeded by a flash and its fire AGAIN extm-
a euished in the trembling tear He summed
: the rude Glamour of the busting world, and
J, would steal away into some solitary recess
: and in the still shade of the forest ponder on
5 became almost world of itself, and thou
r sands of visions rose obedient, at the call OF
!. creative thought; his soul, lifted high on
r fancy's wing would explore, in its wild and
d beautiful career, the fathemless regions OF
A imagination, through all the variety OF its
. magnificent domain. He loved-deeply, de-
Il votetlly. 1t was more than love, it was ador-
,s atior. The object of his passion was all that
r woman could be. There is no object, in all
s. creation, half SO splendid as such being
If the charms that are diifused through the
N whole universe seemed gathered together II,
l. her.
ST When the sun is going down in the west,
! he leaves behind him track OF bright light,
re but it is inspid when compared to the light
IS of her eve. The fragrance OF the rose was
,e not SO delicious as the warmth other breath
4, music could wake no melody like the thrill
r. ling tones of her voice. Her motion was
- more graceful than the heave OF the sea, or
y. the change Of the cloud, and the magic OF
: mind, cleaning through all her words, and
looks, and actions, shed around her charm
more grateful than Arabian incense.
Il No wonder my hero bowed down before
as her; no wonder that the sound OF her voice
was always in his ear, that her image was
lit before him in his daily occupations, and bore
ny a part in the mysterious changes OF his dream.
he There was no affectation in her nature, and
We she confessed she loved hlm-they seemed
created for each other-and who would have
in believed that fate-but am depressing.
ct There is something very melancholy II
the reflection that any woman can die; but
he to him that she should perish, was the very
n, agony of despair. He had left her for few
n days, intending when he returned to have
asked her hand. On the morning OF his re-
o turn, he sprang into the stage-coach, in ;
h. most delicious rcverie. Heheld no discourse
with his fellow passengers, but wrapt him
ce self up in a rich dream of anticipation.-Hi
in heart was full of happiness. He thought
h. himself, as he entered his house, 100 happ,
fora mortal man. He was preparing to Pay
it'll her the first visit, and dwelling in his mine
led on her pleasing welcome, when her brothel
came to see him-he did not observe any
md thing peculiar about him at first and no
a till the warm, affectonate shakeso of the hant
was over did he notice that his eyes wer,
M filed with tears, and a dismal, gloomy, blacl
Of Grape hung from his hat He started, an'
and in hollow voice, that had a desolat
om dreariness i'll every tone, lie said,
L. elizabeth is dead"
At first he was not comprehended. Ava
- cant honid laugh, that echoed strangcl
In thro' the still room, was his only answer
H. then he repeated the words, and the tea