The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1834-10-15
From the Daily Troy Press.
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4 am a lover of the midnight hour love to sit
on cloudless summers night, watching the heav
ems clustered with tremuous stars. love TO gaze
upon the serene queen of night, as she progresses
along the azure vault, shedding floods of mellow
light upon the world below The effect is magical
and subdung. Every thing that is touched by her
sllvcry beams, is sOftened and ethercazed Then
the soul sympathlses with the grandeur that nature
displays.
To me there is nothing 50 sublime and impress
sIye as the silent and quiet midnight hour-and to
reflect that IN this deep and universal hush the stu
pendous globe, and the vast number of flashing
worlds that stud the blue canopy of heaven, are
performing their various revolutions under the gui
dance and direction Of Him, at whose fiat they
sprang INTO existence. AT such time, the soul is
dIsengaged from every artificial excitement, and an
opportunity is afforded for it to speak its own bold
and original language.
Society hath its charms There is a pleasure in
the flash and glare of fashion and beauty; and un-
der their thrilling Influences those with mwthered
hopes and unblasted expectations, may tread boldly
on But it seems to me- that if by some untoward
accident the conviction should fastcn itself upon
me that my last had come, should require sub
Inner preparation, than time spent in the perfect
solitudc-the vastness, the grandeur, and glory of
the midnight !--hushed quiet, beautiful midnight
When deep and absolute silence broods in the air,
and over the earth, upon the deserted street, and
upon the temples of the living God.-ls not this a
dream! Will it appear otherwise when the day
light shall have come !-whcn we shall go out and
pursue the ordinary routine OF buslnes; and the
street that is now deserted, shall tremble the
wheels thunder furious over it, and It's dusty tracks
/ be throngcd with avarclOus men, crying money
money! Will this dim moonlight hour appear to
US then any more than a dream!
And indeed, what is our life, but II dream All!
It's nothing more. He who but yesterday royed the
forest with us, gathering wild flowers, listening to
the songs of birds, watching the brook--brght
and sunny daughter of the hill-lcapng and bound
inc in its joyous way along the banks of emerald
pouring over the tiny cataract, its bright waters
sparkling i'll the sunli nlight-meandering through the
vale, till it finally loses itself in the bosom of the sill
very lakc-has had his lile's blood chilled by the
touch of the cold and bony finger of death. What
is left of hm--but dream!
She by whose side we used to spend our leisure
hours; whose presence loy whose smile
our happiness; whose eye was not exceeded in
brightness by the eye of the gaZclc; whose sy1ph-
like form was unriyallcd for beauty and symetry-
has departed Does she seem aught but dream
She who once loved uS--whose eye followed our
every movement with tenderness and anxcty-upon
whose breast reclned-from whose lips we re-
ccivcd instruction, and by whose knee we used tt
say evening prayer, upon her lowly pillow
Does she not seem as a vision, the recollection o
| which is pleasing, yet mOurniul.
IIark the clock strikes one-twol Does tn,
breeze wait the sound to other ears WHO also be-
side is now awake
/; The student upon whose pale brow the cold swea
stands whose boodShot eye tells of deep, and in.
tense thought Is now ponng over hls books regard
| less of present casc-hoping for future fame.
But alas all the treasure of knowledge, which hC
has for years been laying up, may be destroyed to-
morrow by the breath of the monster.
And the debauchcc stretched ON bed of flame
through whose VEINS the mad fever runs-whose
burning temples are kissed by the breezes in mockcry
| And the wife who waits the return of him sh,
; loves, from the gaming housc-thc counterpart o
hell.
t And the young mother who wakes and sghs fo
the lovely babe she has buried
And the follower of Bacchus, who is rcvcng il
; some den of vice and ribaldry.
And the slave who starts III his sccp,-shakes
E his chains and muttcrs revenge.
, And the wretch mmured within the dark prison
:. walls, whose hands red with gore, who to-mor
!, row shall bc dragged forth, with thousand eve
!. bent hcrccly and scoiiingy upon him. to hear thu
I Judge pronounce the doom of death The sol
e moonlight falls upon these unnoticed-the bean
r that rests upon them is disregardcd-and the wor,
moves on-thc night reccdes-the stars one by ON
rctrc-thc daylight appears.
FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF \ TURKISH BATH,
By " p. Wills
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