The Litchfield County post., 1826-10-10

saf of our country, was IN the Wane, Wander
lyn who had just left Paris, warm with favor,
and rich with all that makes life comfortable,
encountered him in his desolation-and in his
turn ministered to the necessities of his bene-
factor.
Whoever can read the g MoTHER's WIsH,''
without admiring the pious and unalloyed
sentiments expressed in it, must possess feel
ings which we shall not envy. It is one OF
the prettiest illusions of the pious muse, that
we have thus far read, and as such, we with
Difference recommend its perusal to our rea-
ders.--Lit., Cadet. q.
A MOTHERS WISH.
Sweet, smiling cherub if for thee
Indulgent Heaven would grant my prayer,
And might the threads of destiny
Be woven by maternal CARE -
No golden wishes there could twine,.
If thy life's web was wrought by me,
Calm, peaceful pleasures should be thine,
From grandeur and ambition free ! y. %
would not ask for courtly grace ~ s' sF
Around thy polish limbs to play, .ss'sE
Nor Beauty's smile to deck thy face,
(Given but to lead some heart astray,)
/ would not ask the wreath of Fame ss.
Around thy youthful brow to twine.; g d,
Nor that the statesman's envied name,
And tinsel'd honOrs should be thine!
Meier may Wars crimson'd laurel bloom,
TOcrown thee with hero's wreath
Like roses smiling DER a tomb, -
Horror and death lie hid beneath y ssss
Nor yet be thine his fcverish life, S%,t
On whom the fatal MUSES. smile; n b
The Poet, like the Indian wife,
Oft lights his own funereal pile
No IL would ask that Virtue bright
May fix thy footsteps, ne'er to stray;
That meek Religions holy light
May guide thee through life's desert way.
That manly sense and purest truth, {
A breast Contentment's chosen shrine,
May through the slippery paths eff youth,
Unstain'd, untarnish'd still be the! g
That loves chaste faine-that friendships
glow,
May kindle in thy generous breast;
That peace (which greatness ne'er can know
j Be thy calm pillows nightly guest.
Sweet, smiling infant If for thee
Indulgent Heaven would hear my prayer,
Thus should the Web of Destiny e.ass1
Be woven by a mothers care ,5
ADDRESS TO A ROMAN SKELETON.
Poor relic of the days Of other years, ,ssa
What art thou but a, sad a,eneat0 mori a.
And thou hast been Roman, it appears.
Fierce in the fight, renown'd, perhaps, in
story, la ~
And quite bespatter'd with the thing. called
glory.
Yea, doubtless, once that living hand could
WELD ss &C. rs e
The darts by which barbarians' lives were
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And this could once support massey shield,
By which thine own might sometimes be
u. defended, s. .s
When foes with foes were in one battle
blended.
If thou could speak, perchance thou could'st
Some pretty anecdotes of Julius Cesar,
Which he himself thought proper to conceal;
His : table-talk" would be precious treas
And give publisher deal Or pleasure. I
How would it ill thee with establishment
To see the vast the mighty alteration,
Since Taximogulus was King of Kent
The wood-stained Sovereign of d naked
nation, e ~ sRseYA sE
Five hundred men, without exaggeration.
We use no arrows now----they are mere toys,
With reverence be it spoken-m mighty Ro-
man. ss. -, No.. gl
We give them to our roguish little boys;
And exc your "toga,". we, have given to
woman,
AS an hablliment becoming no man -
1
We have no Druids--they are dead and gone,
Their groves are vanished, and their oaks
are rotten .ssesssse' tsa.A lAssast fss.,ss st .
Except the ruins OF a rocking stone. .s
Few remnants of their rites are to be got in
England--at least old |" Cantisism" they
are not in.
Couldst thou look up, O what change
Would rush on thy renovated vision
Certes, thy feelings would be very strange,
Though divers things might move. thy just
~ Maerision, eae3sgss W 1sessge
Unknown in Tartarus or fields Elysian!
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