Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-11-18

pla-carls or hsnd-bills stuck up in his bar room
but on the contrary, it is filled with tracts,
,ives Of the suaerings Of Mrs Judsou-whils the in
mates are ottentiveiy occupied in reading the"
tional Philanthropist," and Doctor Rush's Their
mometer of Temperance. And then-only think
ofit-the tavern contains
"Splendid drawing rooms, with carpets strown
And seats AMI sofas like the sOflest down."
Enough 10 make ones mouth water to think OF
1t. o. that we could hnd among Us such tavern!
From the tavern, he walks into the village school,
where all the little masters and misses, sweet little
souls, are reading Noah Webster's spelling book.
The Village School-that scene Of constant JOY,
Where little pleasures flow AMI never cloy;
Where cen the truants current briskly flows,
Too strong and light for rods tasks oppose.
The Village School-an image fair and bright,
Welcom'd and wing'd with every new delight
l.ife's starting goal-the struggle scarce begun
While yet no race is lost noT race Is won;
Back TO that source we trace the glded show
In which the wealthy cit delights TO glow;
For when a tyro, mid his fellows there,
lie boarded pins with unexample0 care,
SO the light osect that outshnes the day,
Within the microscopic nit once lay.
Thither we trace the staiesman's lofty fame,
That Senates fear, and nations joy TO claim:
There first his lisping elo4uence began,
There first he pl eaded for the rights OF man.
SO the proud stream that swells the oceans tide,
Flows from some trickling spring leaf might hide.
The heros bravery, at whose name and voice
Ten thousand fresides tremhle or rejoice,
There felt its earliest glowings, to defend,
From petit tyranny, some in ured friend.
So the strong feet that thunders round the earth,
From the nuts embryo bursted into BIRTH"
The description Of the Village School may be
cSled ic.icitous and happy; it is infinitely the most
chaste paragraph we have thus for found in the
Poem, though an exception may be taken to the 81
mile
For when a tyro, mid his fellows there,
lie boarded pins with unexarnpled care;
So the light irsect, that outshnes the day,
Within the microscopic nil once lay" =
We may he wrong in finding fault with this, but 1T
certainly appears Objectionable The nil" is in
troduced somewhat iisuratively, we suppose, ard
at a moment when the poet scratching his head
for an idea. There is, however, too much merit IN
the description of the village school, to admit Of
censure we therefore leave the little masters
and misses-sweet little urchins-to read their
books whilst we get towards close.
"The times are fled-hnd pedantry no more
Can pass for iearning-dust for precious ore;
For rustic ignorance no more Is found
10 stand amaZ u dt" WORDS Of tnuuuerin5
And pedants ny the scene, nor longer dare,
With show OF soence, and with mystic air,
To teach in puzzles, what, if ftwere but true,
Is hid from pupil and from master too
To the whole Of this sentence, We enter our dis
claimer nd dissent for, at no period Of the world
have there been more orer acts of pedantry and
literary empyrcism, performed, than in this
witness the productions of the stage the pla-
garism Of the University, and the literary larce-
nss fthose minor poeiasicrs, who palm their trash
upon the stage" mixel medley afiairs"-sald TO
be written in commem Grafton of the virtues OF
Adams and Jefferson. Such things first puIed
by their authors and then laughed at by the pub.
lie.
As we arc anxious to bring This article to close,
we shall hasten along to our qualification, and to
the satisfaction Of our readers.
Now TO the decent Church thoughts return,
Whittier our willing feet have often borne,
When solemn themes mov'd our vibrating strings,
And hope was pregnant with immortal things
These four lines might be considered very pret-
ty, if they did not bear very strong resemblance
70 four lines written by Doctor Watts, some forty
or fifty years previous 10 the birth Of our author.
We say no more. Aner having got into the church,
as the reader will perceive, Mr. DEAN sits himself
quietly down, to give the folio wing description Of
Of the preacher.
In native dignity, the preacher stanas,
More than the dignity of robes and bands
Nor needs a surphce to convince your mind
His head can teach, his life can lead mankind
Nor seeks a sacred Office he, to hIe
An infilel's false heart, or wordlng's pride
Nor shows the cracking flames of fiery zeal
The bigots selfish feelings to conceal.
On Superstiiions aid he rests no clam,
To wake devotion, or increase its fame"
" Behold him then, still faithful 10 his trust,
BESIDE the mourner, sitting in the dust.
With cheerful face he meets each tender youth,
And drops upon his heart some welcome truth
lie cheers the aged onward, since the prize
ofiumortaliiy the nearer lies.
The bright example Of each precept given,
Tie rather leads, than points the way to heaven.
o! when is rural happiness complete
Tbs when the pious flock and preacher meet
On sacred seasons, void of earthly care,
And pour devotion in the house Of prayer!
There is much in Mr.. DEANS description Of the
Village Curate toapplaud, and we should suffer 1t
to escape U.S. with remark Of ccmmendaton, did
he not breathe through it, a sentiment altogether
inaccurate, and assume propositions, which are alb
soInte,v un.up,Jorted by facts. He undertakes TO