Massachusetts spy and Worcester advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1823-1825, 1825-03-09
.M0ral a1l0 ReIt9tn1ts.
ELOQUENT EXTRACTS.

/ 1S' LA 4 1SSIS 4 NJ
"While we thus walk among the ru
ms OF the past, sad feeling of insecure.
ty comes over US, and that feeling is BY
no means diminished when we arrive a,
home. FIVE turn TO Our friends, we
can hardly speak to them before they
bid us farewell. We see them for a
little while, and in a few moments their
countenances are changed, and they are
sent away from US. Ii matters not how
near and dear they are. The ties that
bind us 10 them are never too close to be
parted, or too strong to be broken.
Tears are never known to move the
king Of terrors, nor is it enough that we
are compelled 10 surrender one or too.
Oh more Of those we love; for though
the price is so great, we buy no favor
with it, and our hold upon those who re-
main is as slight as ever.
When a few more friends have left,
a few more hopes deceived, and a few
more changes Knocked US, "we shall BE-
brought no the grave, and shall remain
in the tomb, and the clods of the valley
shall be sweet unto us, and every man
shall follow us, as there are innumera.
BILE before US" All power will have
forsaken the strongest, and the loftiest
will be laid low, and every voice hush
ed, aad every heart will have ceased its
beating. And when we have gone our
selves, even our memories will not stay
behind us. A few of the more near and
dear will bear our likeness in their bo-
SONS. till they too have arrived at the
end of their pilgrimage, and entered the
dark dwelling of forgetfulness. 10 the
thoughts of others, we shall live only
till the last sound of. the bell, which in
forms them of our departure, shall cease
to vibrate in our ears" Greenwood.
"l Is it not enough to see our friends
die, and part with them for the remain
der of our days, to reflect that we shall
hear their voices no more, and that they
wiz never look on us again--to see that
turning into corruption, which was but
just aow alive, and eloquent and beauti
tul with all the sensations of the sonl
Are our sorrows so sacred and peculiar
as TO make the world as vanity to us,
and the men Of, it like strangers, ard
shall we not be left to our 0f1liciions for
few hours =? Must we be brought out
at such time to the, unconcerned and
careless gaze of those whom we know
not, and be made 10 hear the formal
prolfers of acquaintance who will go a.
way and forget it all Shall we not be
suffered for a, little while a holy and
healing communion with the dead
Must the ceremonies of the world at
tend US even TO the open graves of our
friends?
What, thought |, are the distresses
of the rich! They have friends to
soolhe, pleasures 10 beguie, world 10
divert and to dlssipate their grief
What are the sorrows of the young !!
Their growing minds soon close above
the wound-their elastic spirits soon
rise beneath the pressure-their green
aud ductile affections soon twine around
new objects. But the sorrows of the
poor, who have no outward appliances
TO soothe-the SORROWS of the aged,
with whom life is at best but a wintry
day, and who can look for no after
growth of happiness--lhe sorrows Of a
widow, aged, solitary, destitute, and
mourning over an only son, these are
indeed sorrows that make us feel the i'm
potency of consolation. IDLE MAN