The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1825-07-14
SERIOUS REFLECTIONS.
TIE DIsApPoINTMENTs OF LIFE.

THE DIsApPOINTMENTs OF LIFE.
The present world, is a scene of variety,
succession, and mutability. Hills and val
leys, barren wastes and fruitful fields, di-
versify the works of God. The morning
dawn, and the noontide brightness, are sue
ceeded by the shadows Of evel ing and the
darkness of midnight. Maturing summer
follows the rcyiying spring, and hoary
headed winter succeeds the pleasing mel
ancholy of autumn.
Equally variable is human life. Our cir
cumstances, our relations, and even our
own bodies are continually changing. But
this very diversity exhibits the perfcctions
Of Providence, and is designed to educate us
for an eternal state. 1t is easv to perceive that
ifeverv thing were according to our mind;
| If we experience no cessations OF pleasure
in this world, we never should be willing to
exchange it for another. 1t is right, there
fore that we should learn from our own OBJ
servation and experience, by how uncertain
tenure we hold the choicest OF earthly bles-
sings Bv these means our zeal Will pc ac-
| tive, our patience become perfect. and we
shall be the more ready and willing to de-
part and be with Christ. Life and health
are uncertain. AS to our life, 1t IS Vapour
which appeareth for little time, and then
4 aWAV.
unon so manv delicate and combined causes,
that we are never safe from disease.
What reason then have we to say as we
walk the streets, the hour is coming when
7 shall behold YOU no more; and when we
enter our dwellings, to say the grar'e is my
home. this apparel which now lay aside and
resume, shall soon Law aside for, ever; and
this bed on which rest my weary body,
will be by and bv chilled with the dampness
[of death from this sinking frame Lord! mahe
ne 10 kno7v nh end and the measure Of my
dops. In our walks we see many going to
their long home, and the mourncrs gong
about the streets We enter the sanctuary,
land miss those with whom we once took
sweet counsel. and with whom we went to
the house Of God. Their places know them
no more. We enter our own DWELLINGS, and
those Of nur friends, and painful recollectlons
are awakened by the vacant seats they once
occupicd, and bv a sight of those books they
Ind read and marked with their own hands.
We walk from room to room and sigh tor
llover and friend. hast Thou, we inquire, put
far from me my acquaintance. But III the
midst of these very varying scenes, divine
pracc preserves balance in the soul. In
prosperitv it serves to keep us humble: IN
adversitv it sustains our spirits, ana While
we enjOv its Dement'S IN the iile Wtlietl INV 10
we arc called to look beyond this mntable
world to state of perfect and unchanged.
BILE happiness. Death ends our toll and
strife, and brings us to that rest which re-
mains for the people of God.
We do not remember to have met, in
the same compass, with more exquisitely
polished versification-more real poetry or
more simple and unaffected pictv, than the
three following stanaas contain. They are ia
f ken from the Ciacinnata Lnsrurg Gazette
"a Journal that Justly eevates the litera-
ry character of the West, if not OF the ma
ton,
Pilgrim. is thy journey drear'
Are its lights extinct torcver7
Still suppress that rising tear,
!, :, God forsakcs the righteous, never
Storms may gather DER thy path,
All the ties Of life may sever
Still amid the fearful scatl,
God forsakes tho righteous never
Pain may rack thy wasting frame,
Health desert thy couch forever;
Faith still burns with dcathless flame,
God forsakcs the righteous, never