Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-01-16

exerilon, yet the methods oil seeking IL
are almos, as numerous as tho seekers.
Fer example, one looks Tor 1t ~ wealth,
another ~ honour, "a third ~ the GSaliii-
cation of oin passion, and even some,
though the number l. hope is small, seek
and expect TO (id il in the m'scries OF
o,hers--yes, in adding 10 that more than
mountaia Pile OF human g!iei and wo!
or this last class, and possessing in
an eminent degree the power OF exer-
cIsirg those malignant passions that rem
der human lie 'one scene OF toll, of sui
| leripg, and fate was the sicp-mother OF
Ellen C.. Could ! give the read
RI a true description OF Ellen, | would
| compare her 10 some lone and exquisite
iy beautiful flower, whose beauties :, ould
never be seen by the careless eye, whose
fragrance would never be discovered by
the Idle rover; stunning the broad aud
siittering blaze OF day, but swcetiy I'M
folded to the mellow luatre ofeve twink
ling star. | would say that this tender
flower had been tenderly and carefully
nour,shcd under the walchiul guardian
ship OF The parent stem, Till at that truly
important period, when all Is 5lusbins
beauties had jus, uniolded, ;he hand o.!
| cruel fate severed the kii,diy root, and ia
,ts room planted the woundin9 Implying
lhorn.s
The father Of Ellen was, and ever had
been, deeply engaged in plans and cal
citations for future ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, and
ike too many fathers, left the care and
education OF his family to others. He
was that sort of n man that was disposed
To BIO rigid and austere, and knew little
and felt less for those tender senSlbi'lties
that flourish in the breast OF woman.-
Thus tie care and education OF Ellen
had been wholly entrusted to his wife,
whose maternal affection and highly cul-
iIva,ed mind were fully adequate to the
task. In her mother, Ellen placed the
most unbOundcG confidence. Here she
found Il partner for all her joys, a solacc
for all her sorrows; aud when the clouds
of grief or misfortune d.rkenei herr We
ly Countcnancc, the smile OF tie mother
could dlspei them all; her kiss could more
than restore its wonted brightness. Thns
pleasantly, thus happily, glidcd away
eighteen yeals Of her lie, when her
mother was called To bid a1ieu to all the
joys and hopes, the gricis and sorrows
of this chequered He, to enjoy the re-
ward Of that pic,y she bad long practlsed
on earth. We are told iao, it is a light
thing, yea mora, that it is gain for the
pious to die. 1t may be so, but the cusrs
are rare, exceeding rare in Which there
is not still something for which we wish
to live-somc cord of attachment that
still binds us to the earth. 1t was even
so with Mrs. c.. Her hopes for
lmturliy were bright and strong, but still
she was bound to earth, AID though sor-
row and signing had been largely ming
led with the cup OF cnjoymen,, still wou!d
she gladly have d.ank more of its CON
tents. She could willingly have given up
all her expectations OF wealth and great
ness, she would even have parted from
the man of her choice; bui to leave FL
lcn--Eilen, who had been the child o!
her tondost hopes, and the object OF her
most ietvont prayers, perhaps to tread
alone and with sorrow the rugged pat
oflilc, required an effort stronger thar.
existence. There was however, one con.
ISOLATION, ono that could sooth even the
pangs Of Il dying pillow. Ii was that she
should not Leave her ~f.icndicss, and
though this could smooth the pangs %.
parting, still! all almost involuntary wish
you'd be whispered forth that che might
have been permitted to continue here I'll
E!lcn was united to- the man of hei
choice. Bat thus il could not be, an,
when she found that liie's last lingering
fame was beginning l o tremblo IN it,
placing the hand Other weeping dangh-
ter ia that of her lnycr, silc iecbly artlc.
nlated, srememher, Henry, the vow
you have pledged her, oh, remember hei
now almost an orphan, and When.
She could say no more, for hie's currcn
had already retired to its inmost citadel
but prgssin, stu closer those hands tina
were embraced by hers, her pulse ceased
to beat, and the candle Of life was extin
Gui-hod forever.
Many were the tears that Ellen shed
and deep and heartfelt was her sorrow
but still sho was not without consolation
There was one to share her gricis; anC
who has not found that the sympathy OF
a true friend more than doubles our Joys
more than divides our SORROWS!
Alas! what a ~chequered scene is thi.
our life; how are the shades of Joy and
sorrow pcrpe'ually mingled, and ere we
tasto the former the latter will dash the
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