American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-07-15

Swell on the air as he paddles along
And meier will depart from that mountain side,
But share the fate Of hunters bride. V. & CO.
-s~s-se<-->e-e>e
From the New York Mirror and Ladies Literary Gazette
THE UNHAPPY MAN.
1t has been the remark of some poet that the bee
draws honey from flower, while the spider will
light upon it and extract poison. 1t is thus with
men some will go through any troube--witness
the wreck OF their property; the loss OF their riends
be surrounded with all the ten thousand vexaons
of human life yet gather knowledge from their
msforlunes, and feel happy that they worse.
They return their meditatIons rather to the blessings
than the Of the world and when they retire
night to their family, they talk, laugh amuse them
selves and all around them with flow Of pure sport
| determined to be happy-and are So There are
other men who exactly the reverse They take
deal OF trouble to find out the miseries around
them, and brood over every with gloomy
ill-naured disposition, that marks them for mis-
anthropists. Such a is my friend. He is
the most miserable being ever saw With a strong
mind, aud proud spirit, he easily discovers what
he considers the imperfecons OF mankind, and
seems really too naughty to be happy.
| The other day took the trouble to ask him why
it was that he enjoyed the things Of this world,
and was wonderfully troubled with the blue de-
wills.
\ ~
know the reason-but ever since can remember,
| have been most unhappy man. Look around
you," said he, contracting his brow and drawing up
his person. ii he fet the most supreme contempt
| for every thing in the world; " look around you,
and behold all the cheating and hypocrisy Of this
miserable miserable world. See that store, which
its has bedecked with gaudy Grapes and all the
| 6nery of women's wardrobe-with Leghorn hats
large enough to turn the wheel of wind mill, and
velvet cloaks to set off foolish creature who
thinks she is more beautiful because she is extrava
| giant. He has purchased those things cheap BY
crying down their merits, and now he will palm
them off for double their value by praising the
things he has Just condemned. Faugh! who Can
feel pleasure in scene like this ! | would kill my
self, but that were foolish though can hardly en-
dure life; for it is but succession OF Sorrows We
have hopes that are Observation-Disclosures that are be-
trayed joys that are AeeIing and pains that last
forever"
He paused, and we walked on a few moments,
when he continued" They talk of amusements.
/ went once to the theatre, great actor per-
form favorite part. When first entered, /
thought the house was beautiful and splendid.
took the pains 10 examine and found the pictures
were coarse much oil the architecture painting,
and the splendor OF the building all sham. |
turned away in disgust and awaited the rising OF
the curtain. The Play commenced and to say the
TRUTH was at first much pleased but when re-
collected thar the tears and laughter were Ou IN
troduced for the occasion the lightning was pow
der and instead of real elevated thunder, ashing
its mighty way along vaued sky, we had some
black fingered supernumerary beating large drum.
was ashamed to be interested in such ridiculous
stuff. There romantic forest with handsome
hoor-aud huge rocks that, if any touched,
shook like an aspen leaf. | saw mans arm be-
hind the scene pushing along with the greatest
, mighty castle, fortress, tower out-houses, and
surrounding grounds with some fine misty noun
tains, lifting up their heads in cloudy sky. All
these absurdtes entirely destroyed the pleasure OF
the evening, and went home with heart heavier
, than when l came. Nothing please me. l
never can be contented with the fashions of the day
The very day itself is often dissgreeabe is either
too hot, or too cold there is too much sunshine,
and the light hurts my eyes; or it is as gloomy as
a dungeon. Sometimes have been tired with the
world, and glad TO catch little repose during the
night, but there are ten chances TO one but some
rascay mosquito comes singing about my nose,
and awaking me the consciousness OF my sorrows.
| used to have as much money as wanted, but l
was yet unhappy. If go out to- dinner, the fool
ishness of the customs entirely units me for plea
sure If ludicrous story is ,old am half inclined
to think l am the hero, and slight laugh and
shrug Of the shoulders will entirely undo me.
Misery haunts me every where: when go home,
the little boys knock at my door and run away.
have been awakened hundred times from little
nap in my back parlor by these little rsscals SQme