Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-09-17
IATs UEILANY.
IIARLE Ian DLEY,
Or Ho.MA.N'S POWER

oman spell ID Vrtue6 tie.
The poet has here thrown in small
compass, much truth. Woman possess
es ovet the destiny of man a spell as
strong a, that which the genii hold over
his subject in Arabian fable. Wind
fancy as you will--let it play even "a
mong the heavens, and deck up fairy
ra'nbows there-let it paint landscape
robed in springs own bcauty-yet with
Us men, the hues of the rainbow are not
half SD beautiful as the rose that health
throws upon The cheek Of woman aud
landscape without her smile to give it
hight, would lay in gloom. The poor
mariner, amid the roar of waves, in the
hour of danger -iar in the lonely ocean,
when death rolls up the surgeS, has his
hopes warmly enlisted for preservation,
TO behold again his little cot almost hid
among the hilS-to iisten again to the
pratlle OF his little ones--and if he does
perish, his last thoughts, as the heave Of
the wave rolls him IN the mighty bed Of
the ocean, dwell in beauty upon his
wife's last warm embrace.
have viewed man in every stage of
his existence looked upon him when
tho heat Of passion aud tho fervor of
youth gave to his imagination bright
and sunny hue and watched his acts
when the twilight of age had stolen up.
on him, and the night Of death was ga
tbering IN gloom. | have paused to
contemplate his progress, even when
ambition was his idol, and fame held out
before hin her rich and immortal light
yet over hun, at every period Of his
existence, there has been one power
which has exercised its influence as q
spell which he would not wish broken.
lie had listened to it in youth, as a song
sweet to his iancy-as feeling coDgen-
ia to his nature. He turned aside at
its voice, even in sunny noon, when
pride and ambition were squirting on
ward and in age it gathered around
him with a healing and cheering delight.
That power was woman 's--woMAN's
LOVE. The human thought, in all lis
wanderings, forms no ideas so beautiful
as those which spring into life in con-
templating a mothers love. A mothers
love Its existence commences ut the
cradle, and it only expands and grows
more intense, as the dangers Of life ga
lher around its object. A mothers love
Oh it is beyond the scope of poetry 20
sketch-apd beyond the power of fancy
to give it feeling.
Never to the heart Of sensibility do
the last anxious words ofafiection from
a dying mother cease 10 be felt. They
thrill in the bosom, and they throb upon
the heart forever--they steal upon us
even when engaged in the turmoil Of the
world-they come when care and sorrow
weigh heavily upon Us, like ministering
angels to whisper peace. Charles Land
ley had grown into life, yet over the
morning of his existence had hung inter-
nally, n cloud of gloom. He was thrown
young upon the world-leit to the care
of misorly uncle. He remembered bu,
little Of his mother--only Of living in
scenes Of spIendor-of being caressed
upon her knee, when her strength was
feeble-of watching the tears Us they
stole down her pale cheek when the sup
posed death or his father in foreign
climes was the theme-of the last sad
scene when by her bedside he kneeIed,
and she besought him by the nobleness
Of his fathers nature, TO love virtue, pro-
tect innocence, and shun vice. lie
scarcely then knew the import Of all this;
bnt he lcarnedjt in tho school OF time. -
The peculiar beauty which ever accom-