The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1829-06-24

TIE BUSINESS OF lie ana Tightening toll b.
youthful gaiety, the repartee and harmless
joke.
One whose hands and garb bespoke toll
leaned by the side of the body, and, as h,
spread over its face an outer garment, h,
dropped tear upon the unconscious ant
clayey hand-"Th lad" said he, "wa
only too good for this; and |, who coult
not do as well, may say, that when the hot
| tie passed with the freedom of water, h
was not the one to take too much. YOU
might have provoked him to anger, but no
to lie." A general sigh responded to thi
testimony of the lads sobriety and truth.
A female then kneeled beside the corpse
and removed the cover from the face-she
gazed intensely upon the marred features
and, at length with sigh, drew down the
covering and rose. "Ah, poor fellow,
sighed she, how will his poor mother beal
the loss 2" This was cord that was sure
to vlbrate in a woman's heart-high OF
low-rich or poor. The father leads forth
the chlld IN health--shares, perhaps, ,in its
pastlme, or corrects its faults-but does
sickness come ? the boy is laid upon its
mothers knees even until he dies-long
watching wearles not her affections, and
the failure of one means of relief but insti-
gates to the use of another Surely, then.
when life goes out-when the eyes of affec-
ton no more open, and when the last repe-
tltlon of mother" dies away upon the lips,
then may grief be excused, and even its
clamors plead for sympathy-but we felt
what WAS due to the afflicted parent, as
turning away from the outstretched body
we discovered female at distance ap-
preaching the place, with cries and ges-
lures that belong only to mother.
we passed the woman at distance from
the scene of her sons death, towards which
she was Fastening. She had left her house
on the first intlmation of her bereavement,
and regardless Of the notice which she
might attract, pursued her way distracted
with grief, and conscious only of her depli-
Vatlon. AS she fastened along her hair
streamed out upon the wind, and her voice
was raised with a piercing shrillness-nov
calling on heaven for aid in her suffering,
and now invoking the name of her son. 1t
was In vain that some one who knew heI.
sought to repress her clamor-it was a
mother weeping for her child, and "refus-
ing to be comforted." ooh, nv bov. nv
boy" cried the agonized and half distract
ed woman, "you'll not again call me moth
er-l shall not hear you again-no, not
your last blessing" The wind then blew
stronger, and raised into sight the white
sheet that had just been spread over her
son-she saw it at distance, and rushed
forward with the screams OF maniac.
grief hath its dignity, but it is when time
hath mltlgated its force-the refinement of
education and polished society may teach
US to smother expressions of mental suffer-
lngs; but in all estates the mothers fond
ness for living son, and a mothers al
gnish for him dead, are hers alone and
those who would blame even these clamor-
GUS expressions, have known but little of
the human heart, and are untaught in the
school OF sympathy.
HE SULTAN MOHoMET AT THE FEAST
OF THE BAIRAM. "The Sultan himself came
last. lie even then gave promise, in his
very expressive countenance, of that high
and resoute temper which has distinguish
ed him ever since. The eye was still, deep,
overmasterlng the nose, somewhat turned
up, bore about it the indication of an intre-
pld and audaclous spirit; his lips, scarcely
visible through the profusion of his coal
black beard, were swelling and imperous
hlswhole physognomy calm, concentrated,
and smoothed in appearance of every trace
or stir OF human passion, was cast in the
finest mould, and of perfectly soft uniform
olive. through which there was not even
the symptom of circulation of blood In
comparing him to those who had preceded,
his supremacy in mind as well as dignity
was striking. The eyes alone seem to
think. Every thing else was stern and
pale, and marbly as death. He held in his
hands the fates of millions, and he felt it
He bore himself like master of men, like
a king of kings. His subjects, as he passed,
yelled themselves before him, and placed
their hands ian Eastern aduatioD imported
into Rome) between their eyes and the ex-
cess of his Majesty. His costume was
magnificently simple. The black martin
or sable, and the diamond aigrette, were
the only insignia Of his power. Before him
rode his treasurer, scattering newly coined
poras in showers (some of them came into
oar faces on the heads of his faithful peo-
pie; and behind, his secretary, receiving
IN has yellow portfolio the memorials of the
unfortunate and the aggrieved. The escort
which surrounded him was the favorite
guard. Their fantastic helmets, another
corrupt memorial of the Lower Empire
threw strange, yet gorgeous glare over
the scene. The whole was closed by de-
tachments, nearly as numerous as those
which had preceded him and in this man.
ner he entered his serai, amidst the venera.
ton rather :han the shouts tit is too indec-
| orous and laborous. for Turk to shoutl Of
his accompanying subjects. During the
entire procession he appeared scarcely
moved. 1t is quite out Of etiquette for the
Brother of the Sun and Moon to give any
! evidence of mortality"
.Meio Monthly Magazine
JUVENILE Philosophy. Walking the
other day in the streets, we saw a little fell