The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1828-05-07
POETRY.
From the Salem Obserrer

DEATH s DoIHGs." This singular bool,
Wnlch mas been so much and SO deseryedlv adj
mlreu IN England, has been printed in Boston
ooy Dutton d Wentworth, and in a STYLE. wbicI
does great credit to the printers and engravars
ms work consists of engravings ofthe fJniver
sal Con.queror, carrying on his own warfare i,
tlie various situations Of life, accompanied witt
Illustrations ! IN prose and verse The whole
iorins most useful and interesting moral, which
we ~ould recommend to every class of read
/ ers, lor 1t must come home to the hearts of all
We annex a few of these illustrations. to show
| the character of the work. One of the en-.
cravings represents an artist, giving a finishing
eouch TO picture of Time. His pencil is rest.
ing on one OF the Wings. In the back ground
Is discovered Death with his skull encircled
Dy a wreath, covering with the bones of his
hands, the Artists paints. The following is an
extract from the illustration.
"Oh what tolls,
what studies night and day,-what hopes, what
prayers,
what aspirations, what ecstatic thoughts,
AND wild lmaginings of fancy bright,
Are his, as up the weary steep he climbs
10 WIN renown, to win that glory which
Must only shine upon his earthly grave
Alas i'll fated ar tist, thy proud hopes
Were, like the bards to disappointment doomed
Thy expectations all cut off-tbyself
Lett IN the prime to wither, like the bud
The flower bud rich of promise, by the frost
Gut Oft antimely With thy beauteous tints
Thy tears were mingled oft the dart of Death
At length in pity, smote thy burdened heart
And gave thee Freedom dying thou didst
Think
Painfully think, Of what thou nights st have been,
Had fortune on thy open merit smild,-
Then slept to wake in bliss -
There is an engraving representing mother,
one OF the iashlonables Of the day, seated at her
piano, while her dressing maid is showing to
her some dresses, which have fust been sent
home from her mantua maker. Beside her, is
seated IN am easy chair, Death as nurse, holding
in his arms an infant, who appears to be DIVING
from a want of suitable nourishment. Death IS
forcing into the infants mouth, spoon. This
Is accompanied by the following illustration
THE MOTHER
Nay youthful mother do not fv,
Though pleasure lure, and flatterv court thee.
Sooth thy sick infants moaning cry
And wake the smile, that must transport thee
Life has no charm, so deep, so dear,
As that soft tie thou blindly leavest-
NO love so constant, and sincere,
AS that which fills the heart, thou grievest.
Canst thou forsake that JOY so soon?
Canst thou forget the lips which blessed thee,
When bending DER this precious boon,
The Father wept, while he caressed thee
Is it for gauds of dress, and dance,
~, IhQn canst renonncea nla i'm co hoI,---
To win the warm insulting glance,
And WOO the praise of idle folly
Then 60 "a fair, but fragile flower,
dazzling, heartless, careless beauty,
To risk thy iame-to loose thy power
That power which dwells alone with duty
Go!-and thy bosom lord offend,
Consign thy suff'ring babe to sorrow
Death, the kind nurse, its woes will end
Thy boy shall grace his arms tomorrow