The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1826-09-07
II Jars the thoughts Of fcsmer days,
To see thee as thou art
Farewell and can il be relief
From one 80 loved TO part 1OLE.
lISsERrED nv PARTICULAR REQUEST.
DOMESTIC BLISS.

When two that are linked in one heavenly
tie,
With heart never changing, and brow never,
cold,
Love on through all Ills, ond love on till
they die
One hour Of passion so sacred, is worth
Whole ages ofbeartless and wandering bliss;
And, oh il there be an EIysium on earth,
1t 10 this, it is ihis" MOORE.
One window, opening down to the
ground, showed the interior of a very snail
parlour, plainly and modestly furnished, but
pannelled all around with well-6lled book
cases. A lady's harp stood in one corner,
apd in another two fine globes and an or
rery. Some small flower baskets, filled
with roses were dispersed about the room !;
and at the table near the window, sat
gentleman writing, (or rather leaning over
writing desk, with pen in his hand,) for
his eyes were directed towards the grav-
ell walk before the window, where a lady
IAN elegant looking woman, whose plain
white robe and dark uncovered hair, well
became the sweet matronly expressions Of
her face and fgure) was anxiously stretch
ing out her encouraging arms to her little
daughter, who came laughing and totter-
ing towards her on the soft green turf; her
tiny feet, as they essayed their first inde-
pendeat steps, in the eventful walk Of life,
twisting and turning with graceful owk.
wardness, and unsteady pressure, under the
disproportionate weight Of her chubby per-
son. It was sweet, heart. thrilling sound,
the joyous, Growing laugh of that creature,
when with one last, bold, mighty effort she
reached the maternal arms, and was caught
up to the maternal bosom, and half deyour-
ed with kisses, Of an ecstacy of an un-
speakable love. AS if provoked to emu
lous loudness by that mrthful outcry, and
impatient TO miDgle its clearnotes with that
young innocent voice, blackbird, embow-
cred in tall neighbouring bay-trec, pour
ed out forthwith such flood Of full rich
melody, as stilled the baby's laugh, and for
a moment arrested its observant ear.--But
for moment.--The kindred nature burst
out int o full chorus the baby clasped her
hands, and laughed aloud and after her
fashion mocked the unseen songstress.
The bird redoubled her tuneiul Efforts
and still the baby laughed, and still the bird
rejoined and both together raised such a
melodIous din, that the echoes Of the old
church rang again and never since the
contest ofthe nightingale with her human
rival, was heard such an emulous conflict
of human skin. lcould have laughed, for
company, from my unseen lurking place
within the dark shadow ofthe church but.
tresses. !, was altogether such a scene
as shall never forget--one from which |
could hardly tear myself away. Nay, did
not--I stood motionless as a statue in my
dark grey niche, till the object before me
became indistnct in twilight--till the last
slanting sunbeams had withdrawn from the
highest psnes Of the church window--,ill
the black birds song was hushed and the
baby's voice was still--and the mother and
nursing had retreated into their quiet dwell
ling--and the evening taper CLEANED
through the fallen white curtain, and still
open window.
But yet before the curtain fell, another
act Of the beautiful pantomine had passed
in review before me. The mother with
her infant in her arms had seated herself
in low chair within the little par
lour. She united the frock strings--drew
of that, and the second upper garments
dexterously and at intervals, as the restless
frolics Of the still unwearied baby afford
ed opportunity and then it was in Its ht-
tie coat and stays, the plump white should
crs shrugged up in antic merriment
far above the slaekened shoulder straps.
Thus the mothers hand slipped off one red
shoe, and having done so her lips were
pressed, almost as il seemed involuntarily
to the little naked foot she still held. The
other, as If in proud love Of liberty, had
spurned off To n distance the fellow shoe ;
and now the darling, disaIrayed for its in.
nocent slumbers, was hushed and quieted,
but not yet to rest; the night dress was
still to be put on--and the little crib was
not there-not yet to rest-but to the nigh
ty duty already required Of young Chris
tians. And in moment IT was hushed--
and in a moment the small hands were
pressed together between the mothers
hands, and the sweet serious eye was rails