Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-05-09
MISCELLANY.
TIE PARTING KISS.
His act did not o'crtakc his bad intent,
Aud must bc buried bat "a an intent

And must br buried Dit "a an lntcnt
That prrished by the way Shakespeare.
The driver sounded his horn, and in
one hour uo.e was 10 depart in the
stage lor my native State. The idea OF
revising the home Of my chi!dhood-oi
returning to the bosoms Of my &rO:hcrs
and sisters, and once more beholding
my aged parents before the grave should
hide them forever from my view, filled
me with rapture that had never expe-
rienced before. Already transported in
Imagination over the long journey, l re-
ceived the Joyous welcome from the hap
py family. My good old father met me
at the gate with the kindest demonstra
tionS of affection-my mother, now fee
BILE with years and trembling with afflic-
ton, tottered half way down the steps to
grasp my hand, and unable to sustain
the shock Of JOY, she burst into tears,
viii st my little sister Clara ran to my
arms, and folding hers about my neck,
could not retiai even in the midst OF
her gladncss from aiIec,ionatcly chidirg
ME for not answering her letters. Blest
little sister, kissed her pretty rcd
lips, and promised to do better in future,
and there vas pleasure, aye, bliss
even in this revcrie Of Imagination,
which, if it could bat last, would not
barter for the wide worlds wealth, and
all its honours besides.
But every bliss has its bane. There
is not a glad emotion that ever enters
the human heart, but it is quickly chased
bv some obtrusivc care. The thought
that l had to part with Fanny Morrison,
whom so much loved, even unto ador-
alton, soon rut an end to the glow of
happy feeling, and spread over my heart
a corresponding poignancy OF misery.
This is the nature of human happiness.
The visits of joy are as short as those
of the votares Of fashional lie life, and
the breast that is elated by her transto-
ry presence, will as surely experience an
equal depression at her departure. Her
smiles are like the vivid flashes Of light
ming, that cast a momentary splendOr on
the brown cheek Of night, but vanish in
an instant, and leave behind tour fold
darkness. thought Of home, and my
soul expanded thought Of + amy and
I sank in detection. loved this fair
and excellent creature, not that the
beauty of her whole sex seemed epito-
mized in her form and face-but more
for the higher brilliancy Of her polished
mind, and above all, because Of her un-
sophisticated purity Of heart. My love
was recprocated. Daily we renewed
our vows Of perpetual constancy, and
the green-cyed monster, jealousy, never
snlIied our minds or disturbed our peace
but mutually conliding, we enjoyed
the luxury oftenderest affection unmixed
with the bitterness Of doubt, and it there
bo such thing as positive happiness
on earth, =" il is this, it is this" Blest
in each others society, we seldom sought
any other; and from our first acquai
ance we had never been sci at' d ever
for a week at a time-fo part with he'
now, and possibly foreyer--it seemed
like death.
had already taken leave Of her or
the evening Of the preceding day, bu
now that I was about to enter on my
Journey almost immediately, could no,
suppress a rising propensity, that in
creased in ardor as the time oil depar'
turo drew nearer, to gaze upon her
sweet irnocent face once more -once