Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-10-07

the heart, and buoyancy Of tread, which
every sensitive being must have felt On re-
visiting the land of his birth, after years OF
separation from all that was dear to him.
The sun was setting when | reached the
wood of --. 1t had been the haunt
of many my childish wanderings; there
had ofttL roved, unconscious of where
was going. My soul was awed with the
deep shade that the trees cast around;
trod as if on holy ground, while the cease
less hum of the insect inhabitants, mingled
with the wall of the cushat, cherished the
deep pensive feelings which the scene had
excited in my bosom. 1t was here that l
first learned to commune with my own
heart, and my Imagination first scared into
the realms offancy Near the margin was
the stream on whose banks have lam lis
tening to its murmuring, my gaze hxed on
the world, portrayed in its transparent bo-
som so beautiful, so bright, could scarce
ly believe it was not some world OF sPiritu-
ality, some realm ofbliss. The scene was
changed, winter had stript it Of all its at
fractions; the blast howled through the
leafless trees; and the stream that had me-
andered so sweetly through the verdant
plain, was now roaring down its channel
with impetuous force. The scene was
changed; but he who looked on it was not
less SO.
"Morning of lile too soon o'ercast-
Young days OF bliss, too dear TO lose
All! whittier have thy visions past
Thut frightened all my childish views?
For never yet when poets muse,
Or ma. dens dream III bowers alone,
Were glorious visions more profuse-
All. whittier have those visions sone!'
was reused from one OF memory's
sweetest dreams, by the distant sound OF
bells; they were those Of my native city:
| had often heard them at the same nOur,
they spoke of wo, devotion and JOY, ano
scenes long gone by. In this soitene0 state
of feeling entered the town, and needless
of the throng, hurried to the home OF my
parents-reached the house; threw myself
into their arms, and the first tumult OF ieeL
ing over, sat at the fire-sidc, with my ia
ther on the one side, and my mother at the
other, gazing affectionately upon me,
while l talked of all had seen, and all
had felt.
Being tired after my journey, my mo-
ther suggested the propriety OF my gong
10 rest, anu tHc tCuuCi hohu siot hoo oAsoi
smoothed my pillow, again performed that
office. could not help comparing my sit
uation with the nights that l had lain ex-
posed to the storm, with the cold earth for
my bed, and felt lively impulse of gra-
titude, (worth thousand formal prayers)
to the Divine Being, who had watched
over and protected me through every dan
ger, and brought me in safety back to my
home and my parents.
While my mind was occupied in these re-
flections, my mother again entered my
chamber to see if wanted any thing
care you asleep, James' My eyes were
shut, and did not reply. She stood ovel
me with light in her hand, gazing on my
weather-beaten countenance. "My poor
wanderer," she calculated, "what must
you have endured since last saw YOU
danger and death has surrounded you, IA
tigue and hunger attended your steps; bu
yet you have been kindly dealt with, mer
cifully preserved. return thee thanks
thou Almighty giver of every good, fol
thy bounteous mercy to my poor boy-O
guide him to thyself!" She stopped to
kiss my forehead--her warm tears fell up.
on my face: my emotions became toe
strong for concealment, and afraid that she
had disturbed my sleep, she softly left the
room.
Those who have felt the rude storms
of adversely and the endearing kindness o
mother will appreciate my feelings.