The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1824-09-09

friend, will be backward i'll persuing them
those who haze, will recur to their own
feelings and not withhold their sympathy.
STANZAS.
Farewell Farewell! for thee arise,
The bitter thoughts that pass not o'er;
And friendships tears and friendships signs
Can never reach thee more.
For thou art fled, and all are vain
To call thee to this earth again.
And thou hast died where strangers feet
Alone towards thy grave could bend;
And that last duty, sad but sweet,
Has not been destined for thy friend;
He was not near to calm thy smart,
And press thee to his bleeding heart.
He was not near, in that dark hour
When reason fed her ruin'd shrine,
To soothe with PHYS gentle power,
And minglc his fain sighs with thine
And pour the parting tear to thee,
As pledge Of his fidelity.
He was not near, when thou vert borne
By others to thy parent Garth,
To think of former days, and mourn
In silence DER departed worth:
And seek thy cold and chccrlcss bed,
And breathe a blessing for the dead.
DESTROYING death thou hast one link
That bound me in this worlds trail cham
And now ! stand on life's rough brink,
Like one whose heart is cliff in twain;
Save that at times thought VIII steal
TO tell me that it still can feel.
Oh what dclghts,-what pleasant hours,
In which all joys were wont to blend,
Have faded now, and all hopes flowers
Have wther'd with my friend.
Thou feel'st no pain within the tomb,
But they alone who weep thy doom.
.opr wilt thou be the CHERISHED theme
Of all their fondness-all their praise
In daily thought and nightly dream
In crowded halls and lonely ways;
And they will hallow every scene
Where thou in joyous youth hast been.
Theirs is the grief that cannot die,
And in their hearts will be the strife
That must remain with memory
/ Uncanccl'd from the book of life,
Their breast will be the mournful urns
Where sorrows incense ever burns.
But there are other letters whose perusf
makes us feel as if rcceding from the winte
of the present to tho spring-time or the pas
These arc froln friends whom we have Ion
known, and whose society we still enJo
There is a charm in contrasting the sent
ments of their youth with these OF ripe
age OF rather, in tracing the course OF the
ideas and following them up to their tull d'
velopcment for it is seldom that the fec
| ings we entertain i'll the early part OF oil
lives entirely changc-they merely expan
as the grown tree proceeds from the shoo
or the flower from the bud We love
turn from the formalitics and cold politcnc
of the world to the "Dcar Tom" or" Dei
Dick" at the head of such letters. Ihel
is som mething touching about it t;-somethil
that awakens friendly warmth i'll the heai
1t is shaking the hand by proxy-a vicario
:" good morrow. u have whole packet
such letters from my c., and the
is scarcely dash or comma in them tn
is not characteristic of the man. Evci
word bears the impress of freedom-in tn
currente caiamo stamp. lie IS the mo
convival of writers-the hcarticst
epistlers. Then there is N--who a
wavs seems to bear in mind it is " better
be brief than tedious" for it must indeed
!, an important subject that would elicit tro
:, him more than three lines, nor has his RIB
wit more of the cucoethes scri6cnW abo
2 her.
! But there are letters differing in chara
i ter from all that | have yet mentioncd-
. fragments saved from the wreck OF ear
: love--reliques of spirit-buoying hopes
: rcmcmbrances ofjoy-They perchance !
{ mind us that thy love has set i'll tears-th
! those hopes were cruelty blightcd--that, o.
Joys is fed forever. When we look on the
: we seem to feel that
I time