The Arkansas advocate., 1830-05-12
From the NeW-Y ork Amulet.
 REFLECTIONS.

1t was mild evening Ill JUI1es l sauntered out from my native village, and stood upon the fowery bank of the broad Susquehanna. The classic stream moved siuggishiy along in ali it's placid loyeliness. The Armament was bright; millions of glitter:ng worlds hung in the vast expanse; and danced in mirrors beauty on the glassy surface of the clear blue stream, far above me the murmur of waters, as they tumbled over the lodges of rocks that opposed their quiet course, floated out upon the opening breeze. Below me, the stream eireled smoothly, among beautiful clusters of Islands, eurving off from the jutting points of dark blue hills, and forming it. self into clear lake, then, eddying gently away, was lost to my view. On my right hand frowned the Cheques hills. On my left lay the village of C.; and with its single spire and towering Lombardy poplars, seemed far more beautiful than a populous city. How delightful theyiew! How vividly marked with the hand of an all.wise Creator! There, in that smiling valley, had the happy days ofmy childhood passed. Thought was busy. Years had rolled away; but Fancy scared dalofonraptured wings; and Memory brought up in full array before me, the moving" incidents of that sunny time of life-Hunting and fishing-shuttle-cock playing-truants loves of early days
 {" Gentle passions long subdued,
 l Subdued and cherished long .o-
 and, above all, the first impressions of a Deity--ail these passed in hurried re- view. My thoughts turned to the bright girl of my youthful dreams-she who had received my hacknied vows of truth and tenderness. She was smiling girl of fourteen-loveiy as a ripe rosebud when just bursting into blossom.
 But, ah fell Deaths untimely frost That niPp'd my flowers so early!''
 Death iaid his cold and clammy finger on her lovely cheek, and it faded. They carried the body to the green church. yard, and deposited it athe damp earth. What wildering thoughts ran through my oppressed brain! But little while ago, and she was all life, all gaity-a pure currentthrilled through every yvein. Now she was still and motionless, a gloomy tenant of the cold grave. Where was now the spark that had animated her elastic frame! Had it gone out? was it extinct? It could not be. Rea- son--even the reason of a child-foi- baae 1nesto think 50. Had it not rather kindled, and become brighter and purer in better world? Had not her pure spirit winged its fightaloft, through the wide expanse of azure; and was it not even then, in worlds ethereal, pouring forth its fervent adoration before the throne of the Almighty! Such were my youthful views as touching the ex- istence and the works of God.
 The pale crescent was fast vereing toward the distant hills of the west, when quilted my musing, and the glorious scene before me, to enjoy few hours of peaceful slumber. PEVERH.
 ScHoLaR.-The life that is devoted to knowledge passes silently away, and IS very little diversified by events. To talk in public, to think in solitude, to read and hear, to inquire and answer inquiries, is the business of scholar. 1 He wanders about the world without Ipomp or terror. and is neither known nor valued but by men like himself.
 ! RasseIas.