American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1824-11-02

FROM the providence, IL. L. journal.
sIH- enclose youa copy of" written nthe Church
ard of Richmond, Yorkshire by Robert Knowles" am
ware that they have already appeared in ofhe Ame
lean papersbut apart from their intrinsic excellence
hey have claim to republication arising from the brief
nd affecting sketch of their auhor-whch together with
he Lines themselves, extracted from the stvoume of
he Quarterly Review.
AT the close of an article the cemeteries and cata
ombs OF Paris, the reviewers add"We cannot close this
rtlee more appropriately than by church yard poem
'rltten by youth, who afterwards laid in the
rave himself His life had been evenu and unfortunate
III his extraordinary merits discerned by persons Ca
able OF approaching and willing and able to instruct HIM
lie was then placed under kind and able instructors and
arrangements had been made for supporting him at the Uni
ersiy but he had not enjoyed that prospect many weeks
efore it pleased God to remove him to better world
he reader will remember that they the ut
choo boy who had not long beer taken from of the
,west stations in life, aud he will then judge what might
ave been expected from who capable of writing
With such strength and originality upon the rtes OF all sub
ects."
N is good for us to be here: fou 7e lei make here
ree fa6ernacs far Thee and or oses, and one for
GRaS.-Matth. xvii, A.
Mehinks it is good to be here,
If thou wilt, let us build but for whom?
Nor Elias nor Moses appear
But the shadows of eve that encompass the gloom;
The abode of the dead and the place OF the tomb.
Shall we build to ambition Oh, mo-
Ahrighted he shrnketh away;
For see, they would pin him below,
In small narrow cave, and begrt with cold clay,
10 the meanest Of reptiles peer and prey
To beauty All no! she forgets
The charms which she welded beforc
Nor knows the foul worm that he fres
The skin which but Yesterday fools could adore,
For the smoothness it held and the tint which
Shall we build to the purple Of pride,
The trappings which dizen the proudf
Alas they ali laid aside:
And here's neither dress adornment allowed,
Blu the long winding sheet and the fringe ofthe shroud.
To richest Alas! its in vain,
Who hid, in their turns have been hid
The treasures are squandered again;
And here in the grave all metals forbid,
But the tnsel that shone the dark coffin lid
To the pleasures which mrth afford
The revel, the laugh, and the jeer2
All here is plentiful board,
But the guests are all mute their pitiful cheer,
And none but the worm is a reveler here
Shall we build to affection and lovei
All no, they have withered and died,
Or fled with the spirit above.
Friends brothers and sisters are laid side by side,
Yet none have saluted and none have replied
VIII.
Unto sorrow ? The dead cannot greve,
Not sob, not sigh meets mine ear,
Which compassion itself could relieve.
All! sweetly they slumber nor hope, love, nor fear,
Peace, peace is the watchword, the only one here.
IN.
Unto death, to whom monarchs must bow?
All, no for his empire is known,
And here there trophies enow.
Beneath the cold dead, and around the dark stone
Are the signs of sceplre that none may disown.
X.
The first tabernacle to Hope will build
And look for the sleepers around lis to rise
The second 10 Faith, which ensures il fulhPd;
And the third to the Lamb of the great sacrifice,
Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the
skies