Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-03-10

Years rolled on. Time bad obli,era-
ted many of my earliest Impressions, but
the "twin flowers" still bloomed as fresh
and green in my memory as ever. | Of
ten made summer pilgrimage to the
neighborhood of Brier-Bush. say the
neighborhood, for the old moss covered
tenement was no longer there. A mod
ern, ,ashionably built dwelling stood like
careless intruder upon the spot which
it could not halow, and only more and
more drove from my remembrance the
fading mementos of the blessed little cot
tage and inmates that occupied the
place befUre. The scene was changed,
The charm was flown and bade at last
willing farewell to what now appeared
the shadow of dream, or an idle fanta
sy.
There is a melancholy in the course
Of the waves" said The an,iable and ac-
conpllshed Lady Jane Grey to her friend
ana tutor Roger Ascham. In this, as
veil as many other of the most simple
-Apres,ions, there is touching pathos,
when the circumstances are considered
under which they are spoken, or the OBJ
ject 10 which they more remotely apply.
The blue waves of the ocean sparkling
IN sunshine, agitated by the tempests,
and spending their weary course OH The
sands of the beach, present trite but
significant moral OH human life. But
the gentle gushes of mountain spring,
and its noisy meaDderings through val
lies and over rocks, create more pen
sive interest, and has, if may so speak,
a charm of poetry about it. At least,
such were my thoughts as traced the
serpentine course of one Of the sweetest
rivulets that ever sent its music through
glen or woodland. 1t broke from a
fountain which but scarcely ushered
flowing riIl, and was soon joined in its
romantic path by tributary stream
now running in one channel, and now
separated by rock or hill soon to reunite
into one body. | had moi wandered far
upon its fowery banks, before l saw it
gently divide Itself into separate branch.
es, and while | continued to mark the
course of one the murmnrs of the other
rose softly and more softly from the dis
tance, until its melody was lost in the
ruslling ioreSI leaves OF the valley. II is
az Interesting speculation to lead the
u'nd thus, as II were, along the streams
of haman ,ii'' md trace in the emblem,
two congenial hearts that had thus mini
sIed a,L tnas parted. How many strug-
giles and swel'ings; how many fearful
'reclplces to oppose the quiet Of their
course, before they reach and disappear
forever IN the ocean ofeternily! Blu, it
sould fatigue the reader to lengthen out
,Ms DEPRESSION.
IL was on such ramble, near the
stream have mentioned, on the morn
ing of beautiful spring day, while
the flowers were budding forth sweetly,
and the songsters Oft the air were caroll-
gjoyfuliy among the blossoms of the
lees, that | beheld picture which al
IN st bewiIdered my Imagination, and
made me doubt the evidence of my own
senses. 1t was pretty little pair of
smiling children, encircled in each 9TH
er', arms, strollng carelesslv over the
green front ofa cottage, that might be
called another Brier- Bush. They were
the image of my twin-Aowers, so long
forgotten. On arriving at the spot,
c'asped the little innocents in my arms,
and in atransport of feeling, hardly con-
sclous of what uttered, cried out
" My pretty angels, where have you
been stray ng so long," Twas not a.
ware Of my strange iniatuation, until l
met the inquiring look of an elderly lady,
who had stepped out from the cottage
door at tins particular moment. TIE
ch'lien win something of alarm as
wei. rs surprise, at this strange inter
ruptlao, locked lbashed, and suddenly
pared, and while ihe one took the hand
of ner grandnoiher, (as this aged female
proved to be) The other tripped hastily
away to neighboring house. l sto1d
momen. in confusion, but on turning to
my miniatures, Which happened to have
with ne. was forcbly struck with their
resemblance to the little children that
hab y'.st fled from before ne 1; nv Curl
O>itS was At once avail enpd and thouuh