The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1827-12-01

the screech owl while pcrched on the large cy-
press tree IN the church yard: have heard II IN
the echoes Of the mountains when have shout
ed III the honling OF the tempest, IN the muir
murng Of the waters, and the ru>t!!ng OF the
trees for every thing, animate and naniuate,
retains that sound to which universal harmony
will again be attuntd by T." mastelhand. And
when that sound proceed, from this voice,
shall cease to think Of earthly matters. per
celve You doubt the truth Of my theory" II yon
suspend piece Of metal or glass Nv thread,
and strike the note which les dormant therein
| upon Il musical instrument. you will draw 1t
forth; the Substance will respond and wiIcA the
! heavenly harps are attuned, and their notes arc
permitted to extend to the numbelless spheres,
| all created things, both animate ard lnaillmate,
| will Join in the concord. the dlscorddnt PARTICLES
will be reconcied. and all be harmony again. -
| All things partakc Of heaven. Even the daisy
Of the valley and the Wild flowers Of the noun
tain, retain and dlilusc a portion of the aroma
tic atmosphere, which prevails in purer regions
than this. As we approach death, the sense Of
| smelling becomes more acute and delicate +: SO
| much So that | can already discover in The
| flowers Of the season, that fragrance which be
| longs to this world, and that which is ethereal
| There are nunheIlcss onens IN nature, which
| warn the wise man of approaching change, and
they are not to he IDLY Sighted" With these
remarks we arrived at the inn; he pressed my
hand at parting. and slowly ictraccd hi, steps
| to the widow S cottage.
arose early the succeeding morning, and
| continued my journey towards the border line OF
| New York. | was absent about two weeks
! from the village and il was a calm evening as
again approached it. through The valley formed
! by the Delaware Before the village appeared,
| heard the solemn tolns Of a church bell,
which grew louder and fainter, as the breeze
that swept up the valley and died away
Every hill responded to the kne!l- gnIckencd
| my pace, and as drew nigh to the village, it
| appeared quite deserted. | rode up to the ia
| vern, but my attentive host did not make bis
| appearance, | remained seated on my horse,
| with nv face towards the Blue Ridge The
| winding road which led across the mountain,
though nearly concealed by the towering trees,
was at intervals to be seen, perfectly bare, from
the village. long retinue appeared crossing
one Of those interslces ii moved slowly along.
and was lost in the shades of the forest When
the last had disappeared alighted, and disco
vered at a short distance lad with his eyes
fixed lntently on the spot, which the mourn
full train had passed 1t was little Gilbert, the
drummer child. | inquired the reason of the
village being deserted, and he sobbed, :" Hugh
Cameron is dead. and they are now burying
him where be wished to be buried" The boy,
still weeping led the way to the stable, and sup
piled the horse with food
What are the promises of this Horldo There
was time when fancy whispered to Hugh Ca
meron the ceaseless hum of the widow s wheel
would be senced; her chair would occupy the
most conspicuous place around his fireside, and