Edwardsville spectator. [volume] (Edwardsville, Ill.) 1819-1826, 1825-10-01
POETRY.
From the New.Hampshire Patriot.
PERCIVAL, THE POET.

GGhIIN AL, L II Il VI Il
"There is a paper published in New
York, called the Auerican Antheneum,
the proprietor of which lately engaged
DR.. J. percival to become its editor at a
very liberal salary. On Thursday, The
All nlt. Dr.. P. formally introduced him
sell To the public as editor of the Annie
nenm: and on Saturday night, Mr. Bond,
the proprietor Of the Antheneum, recely-
ed note from him positively relinqulsh-
ing the situation, and announcing his de-
pariure from the city; since which no.
thing has been heard from him.
Boston Courier.
The same mail that brought the above
brought the last number ofthe United States
Literary Gazette, from which we have select
ed the two following pieces-the first with
Perciyals well known signature; the other
from the pen Of our charming poetess at New
port. The production of Percval may serve,
better than long essay, to unravel his real
condition.
" The memory ofjoys that are PAST"
OssIAN.
Where are now the flowers that once detained
Like loiterer on my early way
Where the fragrant wreaths that softly chain'd
me, =
When young life was like an infants play
Were they but the fancied dreams that hover
Round the couch where tender hearts repose 7
Only pictured wells that brightly cover
With their skyey tints world of woes9
They are gone-but memory loves to cherish
Alltheir sweetness in her deepest core;
All the recollection cannot perish,
Though the eye may never meet them more.
There are hopes, that like enchantment bright
Gaily in the van of coming years;
They are never met-and yet they tighten,
When we walk in sorrow and in tears.
When the present only tells of anguish,
When we know their worth and only then;
when it thinks of joys that might have been.
Age, and suffering, and want may sever
Every link, that bind to life, in twain;
Hope-even Hope may vanish, but forever
Memory with her visions will remain. p.
FROM THE U, E. LITERARY GAZETTE.
THE SUMNER MORNING.
'Tis rapture to hail the mornings birth,
When heaven seems bending to greet the
earth,
And the fresh breeze, warm with life, sweeps
by,
As token Of love from the crimson sky.
The Moon has a mantle of sivery light,
When she walks with grace as the queen of
night;
She's bright as the hopes o. my youthful day
Sha's cold as the friends who have passed
away.
But thou, sweet daughter of beautiful spring,
o would could chant the fit welcoming,
Or number the graces that round thee play,
From thy first soft glance of dawning day.
Till thy heaven-wrought robe is floating free,
And the sun has followed to gaze on thee.
The city may boast its gilded halls,
Where Fashion presides at her revels and balls
And art may compel the air o fling
Such streams ofiight from its silver wing,
As rival the monarch of days proud glare,
But the sweetness Of morn is wanting there:
And happier far deem my lot,
To muse at will in this lonely spot.
Thus fallen tree is my chosen seat
Where the violets bloom beneath nv feet;
Around me the howery spray IS shed,
And the young leaves Autter above nv head,
As they join'd in the zephyr's breath to play,
And sun themselves in the eye of day.
Oh while on the glorious scene gaze,
My heart is warmed with the morning rays;
And fancies bright as yon kindling sky,
Where gold is blending with purple dye;
And feelings pure as the pearly drop,
That tremb'es within the daisy's cup;
And thoughts as calm as the airs that pass,
Nor bend blade of the tender grass -
o morning, well may Ideem thee divine,
When such fancies, feelings and thoughts are
mine. CoRyELIA.
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HISTORY OF A BELLOWS-MENDER.
WRITTEN By HIMSELF.