The Arkansas advocate., 1830-05-05

the obserrant and thoughtful mind, thanl q village funeral. The feelings are wrought up toa survey of our own nor tality-the feeble tenor of which eXis- tence is held, and the certainty ofdeath. The bell, as 1t pours the kneli of the departed upon the listening eary speaks with its iron voice against the folly of resting our whole hopes upon this ifail E transitory existence; likeEain bubbles upon the troubled ocean, born from the |commotiens of the deep, and doomed to vanish into air at the rush of every curl ing pillow, and booming Of every surge. 1t has a monitory lesson to impart, which would serve to withhold the maddening plans of ambition, and the dreams of youth-to allay the thirst for glory, and sadden the smile on the cheek of Youth These are a few of the effects which should impressthe spirit when we return from that spot where a fellow being has sought hisfnal resting plaeein the earth, and gone to sleep upon its bosom. never to wake until the trump of God shall trenble upon the ear Of a startled uni verse. The thought of death comes ir- resistibly home to the soul, when we be hold the clods falling upon the coffin which encloses one who was but yester- day with us upon the -l11ingling with the same friends with whom we mingled-one who attended us at the same sanctuary: who has re|oiced when we were glad-who has wept, and who shared with us the sYmpathies of nature and the endearments of society; it is impossible when such an one dies, not to feel the bereavement, and to have the thoughts of our own fraiity crowd upon us, and the awful realities of an untried existence have place in our minds.
 1t would perhapsbe useless to enquire why these impressions are not generally more lasting: why they do not sink deep CT and remain longer impressed in her heart? The infatuation of the world the plans of individual success in bnsi- ness or in pleasure-the concerns of d
 mortality which must soon be thrown by for a state which is eternal, are the chief influences that turn the channel of the thoughts, almost before the step of the pallbearer is beyond the gates of the church yard. One goes to bis farm, and another to his merchandise; the dead are forgotten. and man plods on his way, full of dreams, until he too must lie down to his repose in the dust.-- Then the same ceremony Is again per- formed, and ike those who have gone before him, he is soon forgotten. 4 kindred tear may occasionally be shed above his humble bed; but time, and the chances and changes of the world soon wash his name from record and re- collection.
 1t is the coldness of the world when one of its number sinks away into the grave, that creates in the human,breast such an instinctive dread Of death, and such desire to live in the memory of our friends and our country. Alas, how delusive is the hope to perpetuate our memory in the thoughts of our decend- ants. The ashes decay in the sepulchral urn-the rose planted by the hand of affection sheds and reneWs its pale blossoms for a few feeting years; anon the hand that planted it is paIsied by death-1 life withereth and the flower fadeth." The world holds out its bland ishments-and those who have loved seek after new pleasures and new friends, and forget the departed spirit which gave gladness to the past. Such is the state of man; and it is the good alone, who may go down to the grave in peace. 1t is he who, when his silyery gray hair is smoothea for the last time upon his aged brow, sinks to his quiet siumber-he who has toiled in the ser viceof a heavenly king, and has gone to receive his reward in heaven.
 Capsiziag Sailor.--As an honest seaman who had just came into port, was taking stroll into the country, he saw a bull dashing furiously along the road directly towards him, according to the custom of the animal, when under full speed, with his tail straight out behind him. Bull ahoy?' roared Jack, making speaking trumpet of his hands, lease of your panken sheet there, you lubber- ly son ofacow, or you'll be afoul ofme.' The bull paid TO attention to the warn ing of the sailor, ard the next moment Jack was rolling in the dirt. sThere