The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1827-01-11


Beneath its surface lies
Mute, mute is all
O'er Beauty's fall;
Her praise resoends no more when man
tied i'll her pail.
The calm repose of sabbath morning
had settled upon my native village, when l
stood upon the hill that overlooksit. contcm-
plating the surrounding beauties. No unfit
ting sounds disturb the composure of tie
scene, for the notes of business and recrea
tion were hushet; the melody of the wild
birds and the hollow murmurs from the pine
grove, united with the unccasing dash ot a
distant cascade in hallowcd harmony, which
seemed to be the matin hymn Of Mature 20
her God. The quiet Of all things around
luled the stir of worldly feeling within, and
spread through my breast like eompostrr.
AS gazed upon the lovely prospect before
me,-the green hills sweeping around the
village and enclosing it in an ampitheatre,
the river glistening in the morning sun, and
the blue hills towering beyond with not a
| frewn upon the whole expanse OF azure SKY,
Il felt how beautiful is the earth. Musing
upon the Kindness of Heaven to my native
| land, to my friends and myself, spirit of
gratitude and devotion eXerted its soothing
influence and ftly tempered my feelings to
the sacredness of the day.-There are some
who look upon the charms of nature, with a
melancholy delight, and retire from the view
with minds saddcned and dark. The falling
| leaf is type of their own evanescence; au-
tumn will drive away the songsters of the
grove AS their own joys must be scattered;
and the storm will blight the scene where
all is sweet and flowery, as grief and dis
tress will shade their own bosoms. For how
many ages has the stream rolled on in its
beauty and mljesty, and how soon will i,
flow past their tomb as joyously as if they
had never been. On its banks the crowd
will hustle and toll and sport, while they arc
dust, and their names forgot. Thus they
turn sadly away from a view which if con
templated Alright, would awake far different
and holer feelings. How are they to be pit
led whose minds are thus chained to earth
who thus fear the grave Fair as the scenes
Of earth may be, dear and delightful as are
its lows, there are fairer and brighter scenes
beyond; the charms with which the Almigh-
ty has decorated this place of existence are
but faint display of his power and good
dcss. While gazing upon them, the heart
should expand with thanktulness and praise
that regions of superior spiendor and happi-
ness are prepared for man.
Far as my ken could stretch over that faii
scene, all up and down the banks of that
sparkling river, from the low tenement III the
field to the proud mansion Of the wealthy
there was sorrow that day. One who hae
been known and beloved by all, whose beau
ty and gentleness had endearcd her to ever,
bosom, was that day to be laid in the grave
Besides the usual solemnity which the fu
neral service spreads through country vii
lage, every indis sidual mourned persona
/, loss; it was like parting with IA relative. fo
each had regarded the deceased as some
thing lovely and inestimable that belonged
), to their community and was its ornamen
!, and pride. Each had daily for long pcrio'
inquired after her state, and many tea
had fallen ere she was removed forever,
her sufferings, her resignation and piet.
were affectionately recounted. Often a
lovers strayed abroad in the moonlight even
II ing. and exchanged their gentle words of en-
dearment, with loves own mild star midi.
;, beaming over them, would the discours
= turn to her who had been to them as sis
ter They dwclt upon her purity of charac
Iter, her utter forgetfulness Of self, her de