Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-09-24

1 VI passion had Consumed themselves !"
| Is IN vain that would coldly gaze
| On such as smile upon the heart must
! Leap kindly back 10 kpdner th"ush disgust
| Hath wcsoein from all worldlLe.j thus h. ieh--
| For there sol, r.membr.nts, ., and swset trust
| In one iond bIea. % which hi, own would melt
And hp tendsrer hour that hs bosom d~e
Who can describe tho iDGescriba-
| bic e?-ihe emotions which thrill The bO-
som Of young loverl Often as | have
thought upon this subject, often US |
have reyolved in my mind its various
sensations, 50 often have ] turned away
from i, in disappointment, as something
which canno, be fairly analysed or ex-
pressed-a dream which is given TO US
IN our youth, ray Of sladness over our
path, which may never be recalled when
once past, or forgotten when once ex-
perienced; a sweet and intoxic aiing
draught, which We drink from the chal-
ice Of early Joy, before the clouds'have
darkened in the sky Of our existence
before preeepi and example have cor
rupted the fountains OF pure and holy
feeling, and made them to flow with Bit
ter waiers-belore we awake to the re-
aiities Of life, when the vision has de-
parted, and the bubble hath faded in
the illimiiable air.
| shall never forget the emotions |
experienced when left the walls of St.
Mary's, in Baltimore, where | had long
trimmed the midnight lamp over the pa
ges OF Homer and Virgil, TO accompany
my father on long-promised jaunt to
Washington and Richmond. 1t vas a
beautiful day in Septcmber--the mellow
rays of the autumn sun fingered upon
the elevated and pleasant lands 10 the
north and east Of the city, and lit the
white sails which huttered in the blue
bay, or were quietly stealing down the
Patapsco. We wandered to the hotel,
Market street, and took seats about
ten IN the forenoon; and, before sunset,
found myself leaning out Of the coach
window, gazing upon the silver Potomac,
and the magnificent dome Of tho capl-
to,. II was happy moment; my spirits
were "a light as air; every scene had
observed during the day, had afforded
me more or less pleasure; and my heart
bounded like the young roe. had the
gratifying prospect Of spending a few
days out Of the walls of St. Mary's and
Of feeding that curiosity which is always
springing IN the young and ardent mind,
A lovely evening succeeded tranquil
| day. The moon rode serenely and
brig ghlly in the azure heavens, and l
wandered, in extreme good humour with
myself, about the streets Of the city; and
retired carly to my bed to dream OF
squares, edI!ices, and the prosecution OF
our Journey to Richmond. AT the close Of
tho second day after our departure from
Washington, we arrived in sight OF the
beautiful city of Richmond, ,and soon after
entered it's precincts; and, finally, found
ourselves comfortably situated at an
elegant hotel, not far from the state
house. Here my father was to leave
me for a few weeks, in company with
some friends who had left Baltimore be-
fore US, aud were already located in the
hotel at which we tarried, as he inten-
ded jaunt Of few days ride, to rel
ative's in the interiour.
For the first two or three days after
my father left me, was exceedingly
gloomy, notwithstanding the exertions
OF my friends to render me cheerful. |
wandered listIessly about the streets,
strayed into the shops, or walked, with
heavy heart, on the piazza of mine
host, which commanded an enchanting
view of the Jamos and the lower part of
the city, often wishing myself at home
again, turning the leaves of my Claws,
and drawing some recitation from "Arms
and the Man" Tho fourth evening ac.
ter my arrival, visited the museum. l
was beguilng a few moments in looking
at the curiosities which are there dis
played, totally inattentive to tho many
visitcrs, when light tap on the shouI-
der made me start-I looked up, 10 clasp
to my breast my old friead George Ray
mond, and to ask him some ten thousand
questions, relative to himself and friends
since he left st. Mary's about two years
before. Time had somewhat changed
his face, but there was an expression in
his pensivc and dark gray ryes which
was truly eloquent. George was hand
some, but no was taller and more pale
than when we wandered together around
the suburbs Of Baltimore, on some still
Sunday in summer, after service.
entreated he would lodge with me while
he tarried in town, and he consented.
He was pcnsivc and reserved, and ap-
peared to be the prey of some standing
melancholy. l rallied him on his long
face; but he answered with a languid
smile, that as it was yet early in the eve-
ming, if would do him the favor to walk
with him, he would relate the circum-
stances Of his life, which had passed
since 'last we met
The night was beautiful; the harvest