The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1825-02-24

inherit the renown due to my labours, will t
deprive his father of all content and himse
of all esteem.--But it is yet time, o my son,
both to recant thy errors, and return to thy
studies. BY one thou wilt restore my quiet;
and by the other enrich myself. 1t is never
too late to learn. have known a man of an
hundred years old thirst after instruction;
nay, all wise men will harkcn to their friends,
even when they are dying. Cast off the.i
that yoke which vice hath put on thee, and
whereby thy mind is deprived, thy senses
supplied, thy reputation lost and mine obscur-
cd. Consider these worldly pleasures as
syrens, that decoy thee to thy ruin, which
are really nothing but vain, vile, frail, short
lived things, subject to thousand accidents,
and whose end is only torment and repcn-
lance. Yet all this while do not speak "a
gainstthose diversions that unbend the mind.
| A bow always bent is soon broken, and the
imbecility of our nature requires some re-
creation. l blame only incontinence, luxury
and superfluous use Of meat and drink.
No vice is more abominable than intcmper-
ancc, from whence all other vices flow yet
to these thou hast raised affairs, tothesc thou
payest thy vows. wonder thou dost
not fly the common society of mankind, to
get rid of their continual reproaches. Thou
art either not man, or not my son. Drunk
enncss has transformed thee, and, like that
of Alexander the Great, has furnished all
thy glory.-The delights of Capua enervated
the proves of Hannibal. Whilst thou art
drunk, o Marcus, thy head turns round,
thy tongue faulters, and thy eyes deceive
thee, thy feet fail thee, and thy stomach Of
fends thee. Wherefore, if thou art not al
together become stupid, thou must needs be
lsensible myself of the inconvenience Of this
vice. My cheeks burn with shame, while
lreproye thee for these cnormites. and my
mind is under apprehension of communicating
Itself by the bare naming them. Believe
me, Marcus, vice has got the ascendant over
thy reason, and will not suffer thee to be SEN
sible of thy folly. 1t will not permit thee to
look through the thick fogs that envelope
thy brain, and conceals its own deformity
from thee. 1t keeps thee from discerning
1.-THE splendour of virtue, and the brightness
Of thy race. If thou couldst but view the
beauties of virtue, l am confident thor
wouldst soon be in love with her. No hear
can be so hardened, but must be affected BY
her charms. The wide world cannot shew
any thing more amiable. She is praise tt
herself; and without her, perfection would
be nothing. She gains US, by her authority
even the love of our enemies. The sun once
stopped his courcc to admit her. Also death
itself which nothing else can conquer, ant
which buries every thing in oblivion, yet
yields to her, and submits to that mortality
which is only acquired by her. Tell me,
beseech thee, my son, what is become OF al
the ancient Greek magnihccnce in building
Is it not dovoured by timer Yet the work:
of virtue live, and will do so to all eternity
Both the name and actions of virtuous per
sons will endure the utmost test of time, and
through all the endless revolution of ages
flourish need not fear the horror!
of death, o Marcus, who can be sure
TO OuLllNc IiLC pOuiiuo Vi ihS ~ hi' 'ii'"S
Whilst thou, if thou continuest in this SEN
= suality of thine, as thou hast lived unregard
ed, will die unlamented, and rot in the grave
aforementioned: Or if thou shouldst leave
f any name behind thee, it will be devoted t.
Y infamy, than which it were far better to have
, been condemned to oblivion. That is but
' foolish opinion which some entertain, ant
which daily reflect upon with contemp
, and disdain, that our happiness ends witt
our lives, and our glory ceaseth with oul
. deaths.-Those men know not, that tru'
A life begins at the grave, and springs from
: the very bosom of death. Our souls arr
. Phoenix's, which revive from our own ashes
Then have envy and malice no powe
to obscure our merits, or to dispute our ii
tie with us to fame. The privileges OF oul
& souls would be nothing, fthey were subjec
> to the corruption of the body.-Now, Sol
: Marcus, filthy obstnatacy will not giveIthe'
: leave to lay hold on these instructions; i
o thou wilt still continue thy converse will
4 brutes, who have no other sense than thei
= lust: If, in a word, thou wilt persist to for
. felt both mine and thy own reputation, b,