American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1826-05-02
nd Friday, by ALBERT & Hepry Wilson,
WILMINGTON, Del. TUESDAY, MAY ?. 1926
FROM THE NEw.YonK LITERARY GAZETTE

FROM THE NETWORK LITERARY GAZET7
A MOTHER DER HER DYING SON.
My son, my son, o do not weep,
Thos wilt be well again
Thy mother will hull thee to sleep
And ease thy pain
Again will come the How'r.deck'd juno
Then thou'lt be well, and birds in tune.
Peace, peace my boy; o! do not fret,
know thou wilt be well,-
The blooming fields thou wilt roam vet;
The asphodel,
The tulip, daisy, and primrose
10 thee their sweets will yet unclosc.
"My boy, my boy, the fever's heat
Which in thy veins doth rage,
My kindly care will soon disseat,
And grief ass,Iage.
Then will thy strength return once more
The pain will be forgot when DER.
"And when thou'rt well, twill be my pride,
To tend with mothers care:
And shall wander by thy side
In summer air.
I am Thy mother, and will be
In all, mother unto thee.
"Then cheer thee up, my dear loy'd boy
I am beside thy bed:
Until thou'rt we'll, twill be my Joy
To hold thy head,
And soothe thee, dear one night and day -
God will not take my son away"
"My mother thou hast ever been,
A mother unto me;
And thai VAS, thou must have seen,
A son to thee
And still am thy loving son,
Thy kind, thy dear, thy only one.
" am, but o fear that soon,
zvas, thou'lt sadly say:
My sun will sci before its noon,
Such is life's day.
But how wilt thou the base world brave,
When am in the silent grave?
81 know that must shortly die,
feel my end is near
Though thou may'st deeply weep and sigh,
For many year.
Still man must bear, must struggle on
And meekly say THr will be done
"Thou givest me hope, such is the heart,
Twill hope until the last;
The 1atterer will not depart,
But it will cast
cheerful spell, tho wrapt in gloom,
Until it sinks upon the tomb.
"But do not, mother. do not weep,
1speak as do know:
Thou should'sl rejoice that shall sleep
Released from wo.
o peaceful seems the tomb to me!
only grieve to part with thee.
eyes! we must part, for do feel
AS death were standing by:
would not cen for life, conceal
My end is nigh
Nor have thee think, whenin the tomb.
died unconscious of my doom.
"Death's on me now Il am resign'd
Unto my Gods decree:
With placid thought, unruffied mind,
And conscience free
From guilt or stain, by night and day.
Am not fit to pass awayf
Yes. do not weep, am not sad,--
My thoughts cannot tell I:
Vert not for thee, would be glad
Farewell, FAREWELL"
He clos'd his eyes, he gently sighed
Without pang the christian died.
The ehildless mother, silent stood
Beside her clay cold son;
She did not know-altho' she should,
His sands were run.
With streaming eyes, and aching breast,
The corpse, unto her heart, she prest.
"My son, thou art not near the grave,
For Heav'n hath not forgot,
That thou art mine--altho' He gave.
He answers not!
Alas alas then is it so?
It is he's dead NOW welcome wo.n
The parted youth hath slept for years
Released from pain and care;
And oft his mother vets with tears
His sepulchre.
In griefs bitter lesson lie,
a volume is in every sigh.
A snow white stone is raised there
Above his cold repose
And DER his head is blooming fair
A lonely Rose.
That Rose mothers hand did plants
II rain. it never tears doth want.
Now she's resigned, and to the win
OF God she hath how'd down;
Tho oft she weeps, and signs, yet still
On heav'n's high crown
Her thoughts are ix'd may she receive
The bliss that waits those who believe!
JpLIA.
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Confessional .4necdofe.-A-r M'E-y, Dror
too prone to frequent public houses, was abot
rden his conscience of some minor sins by confes
parish priest, without limiting in the slightest del
habit of drunkenness. The priest, however, be
ture him on the tender point; Reflect added
when you enter one Of these wicked houses,