American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-11-08
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bed mere boy, through the same beautiful scenes,
and learned my young car 10 catch the mingled mu
sic of the murmuTing hrock-;he rustling branches
and the clear silver warblins Of the nightingale.
almost imagined was yet boy, and that all the
busy, stormy incidents Of my past life were but a
dark confused dream-it seemed like stepping back
from the misfortunes and sad realities of my pre-
situation, and revealing 10 the happiness of my
youthful days. The whole vision {for it may be
called one) was created by the associations thas
crowded around every object that met my view.
| When Captain Riley was bending beneath the
burning fervour OF southern sun, and firing bis
eye with the endless prospect Of rhe desert greet,
branch of willow presented to his sight, would have
called up in his immsgination the fairest scenes
that nature could create. Beautiful valleys, wiki
roses and gardens blooming in their sweetness, and
shedding their fragrance to perfume the bleez-s
that wanloned around rivulets murnufing and
gushing in their crystal beauty, over beds of dia
mond sands, and mngling their music with the
melody oil the air, hills of waving foliage; and
the rich mellow landscape Of lovely spot thar
might rival the blush Of beauty as the shadow Of
some passing cloud loaed for an instant its
brightness, would all arise in fancied array before
him--all called into life by the simple appear
Of willow branch.-This is association.
! In our course through life, as in journey of g
day, often behold that we love to laok
back upon and contemplate. When aher riding.
through beautiful country, we find ourselves far
away from the objects OF our misunderstanding,
perhaps, The UNMARRIED surface Of desert, the
shadow Of cloud may remind US of the beauties
we have passed. and, as il dal kens for an instant
the sunshine around we almost imagine il is
kissing the same varied loneliness of nature that is
in fact blooming in It's summer beauty lar away.
1t is Just in our path through life. We have ALL
during our existence, met With beings whom
! loved but from whom fate has parted u.s. and like
The meteor in an evening sky, they Just gleam in
cs~Et htIn for MKT theo ha.
dows around, and we see them no more. They
are gone, but there are many little objects which
will remind OF them, and bring them in all
their brightness to our view again spark.
ling eyes smiling upon us, and fancy pictures IL.
lite end loveliness the image that ia gone. A song
we have heard her sing-a glove she used 10 wear
lis associated with the beauty OF the first object OF
our affection and the very room in which she has.
moved seems still to echo 10 the voice u her who
| is there no more.
| remember when was young man, passed a.
few weeks in a circle of company, lively witty beau
tilul, and all that could make heart young and arr
dent mine then was, beat with pleasure There.
was one however, single being, who still halows
the remembrance, and makes me look back upon
the bright scenes that passed SO swiftly away, with
feeling of mingled pleasure and pain. The fact Isl
we loved each other shall say nothing Of the;
feelings with which kissed the lip tina. told
was not indifferent to her; but suffice it to say,
tina, she is no more wa. the other day, looking
over my draws, when saw a neatly folded paper,.
in which was enclosed graceful rinsst Of silken
hair. 1t was Mary's. looked at il tor few mo-
ments without speaking. Yes, it was Mary's-dears
dear Mays. There itlay, the same beautiful ring
let that had rioed in its privilege en- her love-
| ly neck. l could almost sec her fair 6gure--bef
brow--hcr eye-her lip, seemed Tor an instant to
live before me--and the lock TO be renstated In its
former situation. For one Aeeting moment, | al
most believed that Mary was in my presence, and
the next | felt tear start into mine eye-and my
/ lip Unusual as it was to r) qufyered with emotion.
| thought Of her sylphlke form, as it was then, SO
graceful and lovely; and pictured her as she is
now-cold- Recommendations life, feeling, or at
lection, passionless and dead recollected the time
when stole the pretty ringlet from her neck, and
kissed her into smile of forgiveness. The smile
her beautiful look-fashed my mind, and,
then the stern certainty that all was changed lost
alike in the unthinking clod that moulders in the
grave.
Now why was this? What was there in the lock
that could awaken into life eplotions that had long
sumbered in silence? What was the power that
breahed its magic around me, and bore me far
back again the dim lapse OF years, as though
had been spell bound by an eastern encbantress
Another Rli4 hi have hooked upon it--bu, no power
lul emotion would have started at the sight-he
mig hit have vouchsaed smile at the sllken beauty
of the curl, but he would have looked in vain for
those thousand mysterious associations that crowd
ed around it, invisible to every eye but mine. Such
were the feelings that came across my mind as
surveyed the golden rect Of my pretty Mary and
small as it was, and insignificant as II would have
been to any other eye, 10 me it was Itch with the
mellowed associations of past times.-L looked up
on it and wept.
1t is stated in the ST. Louis (Nlissouri) Republi-
cam that General Williom H. ashley passed Frank
lin, on his way down, with very valuable cargo OF
beaver, 1t is stated that he had from 3d. to LOG