Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1826-06-08
For The N.,v. York. Commercial .qdretiser.


"And when stood beneath the fresh green tree
And saw around me the wide fields revive,
With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring
Come FORTH her work of gladness to contrive,
With all her reckless birds upon the wing,
turn'd from all she brought, to those she could not
bring. Child Harold, Caafo ), Sfdnza 3O
There is perhaps no season, which like the
Spring, returns so powerfully upon the heart
the memory of those who have finished their
pilgrimage on earth, and are gone before US to
the untried and changeless bourne. We may
lament in bitterness their loss, as we wander a.
lone overthe finished and perfected beauty Of the
summer landscape-we may mourn IN anguish
that no answering smile meets our eyes, as we
gaze in silent rapture al the mingled gloom and
radiance which pervades the autumnal forest,
and we NAV often shed the silent and unobserv-
ed tear, as we gather around the social fire side,
at the recollection that many Of those who once
enjoyed and exchanged with US the cordialities
and endearments Of friendship and affection,
can meet with us no more foreyer-and that
the filfu storms of winter are rushing unheed.
ed and wildly over the cold hearts which once
beat so warmly with every sweet and social
feeling; but where, oh where is the heart which
has not bent in still more bitter agony over the
departed, at the thought, that while all else re-
wives at the call Of resuscitated nature-whlle
the insect, the plant and the blossom spring in
to instant viviication at the reviving cry, man
alone remains!-deaf to the voice offriendship,
dead even to the cry of a mother weeping Tor
her children!'
The above thoughts were suggested by the
well known and beautiful apostrophe of Lord
Byron, written some years since TO the memory
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sanguinary and fatal field of Waterloo. The
whole OF that long remembered action is most
powerfully and feelingly depicted. Perhaps,
however, the effect may not wholly be attribu-
ted to the pen Of the poet, all powerful as it is;
for it is not Otter that truth lends TO any pic
ture such vivid and contrasted colouring The
ball at Brussels, on the night previous to the
action, when the lamps shone oyer her congre-
gated beauty and chivalry," and music a.
rose with its melodious SWELL" till the ill-tim-
ed revels were interrupted by the deadly sound
Of the "cannon's opening roar" was somewhat
of an unique event, and is placed by the poet in
strong relief against the "battle's magnificent
stern array" of the following morning, and the
cred burial" at night of the brave and slaugh.
tered soldiery.
The battle Of Waterloo has vanished in a
| measure, as all else must do, among the sha-
dows Of the past. May its memory be still fur
Their lost in oblivion, except as warning TO the
ambition of monarchy. May "Earth lose its
PATTERN" and may the Spring never, nerer again
burst forth in her bloom and beauty over such a
field Of the unreturning brave!" ORDA.
| History makes mention of a German knight
who having lost his hand in battle, manufacture
ed one of iron, which became more terrible to
his enemies than the one of living flesh. This
we considered in a great measure mere ro-
nance, but yesterday we were astonished by
an exhibition calculated to Danish every thing
like incredulity. A poor Frenchman called at
our Office to show highly ingenious useful
piece of mechanism. While celebrating the