Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1834-08-27

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| A smaller tally, of the singular few,
Who, gifted with predominating powers,
| Bear vet temperate will, and keep the peace
| TIE ,rorld k,oaps nothing of its greatest men.
| FATHER JOHN. Had Launoy lived, he might
have passed for great.
But not by conquests in the franc Vi DUET
| The sphere-the scale OF circumstance s.e az
Which makes the wonder of the many. sun
An ardent soul was Launoys and his deeds
Were such as dazzled many Flemish dame.
There'll some bright eyes in Client De oin'heo
VAN ARTrvELDB. They will be dim, and then
be bright again.
| All is in busy, stirring, stormy motioh'
And many cloud drifts by, ana none soJoui no.
LIGHTLY is life laid down amongst us now,
And lightly in death mourned: u dusk star
bIinks
As fleets the rack, but look again, and 10!
| In a wide solitude of wintry sky
Twinkles the re-illuminated star,
And all is out of sight that smirched The ray.
We have no time to mourn.
FATHER JOHN. Inc worse foT U.s.
He that lacks time TO mourn, iachS 'i'o "
mend
Eternity mourns that. IT'S an i'll cure
For lfe's worst ills, to hare no time to Jeel hem
Where sorrows held intrusive and turned Out,
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power
Nor aught that QlSnlHeS nuuiahity.
Yet such the barrenness OF busy lie!
From shelf to shelf Ambition chambers up
To reach the naked'S! pinnacle OF all;
Uhilst Magnanimity, absolved from toll,
Reposes self.included at the base.
But this thou know'st.'
Uben the notion of calling on Artevelde to
assume the dictatorship of the city is first start
ed. the sequestered habits of his lie, ana the
apparent GOODNESS Of his temperament are oD'
m W
ed him, replies
There is no game so desperate which WISE iiieh
Viii not take freely up for love OF power,
Or love of fame or merely love OF play,
These men ore wise, and then reputed wise,
And SO their great repute OF wisdom grows,
Till for great wisdom a great price Is Ola,
And then their wisdom they do part withal.
Such men must still be tempted with high stakes;
Philip van Artevelde is such man.
The youth, with all his philosophy, appears to
be considerably wrought upon by the sugges-
ton, that in the place OF power, he mlght a.
venge the slaughter OF his father:
is il vain glory that thus whispers me,
| That tits ignoble to have led my life,
In idle medita tions-that the times
Demand me, that they call my fathers names
Oh! what fiery heart was his! such sous
Whose sudden vsitations daZe the world,
Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind
A voice that In the distance far away
Wakens the slumbering ages. Oh! my father!
Thy life is eloquent and more persuaoeS
Unto dominion than thy death deters;
For that reminds me of debt fblood
Descended with my patrimony ome,.
Whose paving off would clear my soul's estate
And again he says
Here on the doorstead of my fathers house,
The blood of his they split is seen no more.
But when was child saw il there,
For so long as my widow mother hVeu'
w alter came never near the sanguine STAIN
She loved to show it me, and then with awe,
But boarding still the purpose ofrevenge,
heard the tale-which, like q daily prayer
Repeaied to u rooted feeling greu- -,
How long he fought-how falsely came IKE
friends
The Williams Gusebert, Grutt and Simon Bette
All the base murder of the one by many
His as yet silent passion for noble damsel OF
the same city, Adriana van Merestyn, lntefpo-
SEES some scruples. The twilight soiiloquy at
the gate of her garden-terrace, appears 70 US
mastery 1t must remind every reader OF the
Wallenstein, and yet there is no copying.
From, the exquisite love scene which follows
this, we extract fragment We hope 1t Will De
inte!ligible
sARrEvELDE. If Hitherto we have not said we
loved,
Yet hath the heart Of each declared its love
RV all the tokens WHITFIELD I''C oShS"t''
We heretofore have trusted IN each other;
Too holy have We trustee 10 have need
OF words or VOWS, picdFes or protestations.
|. Of not such trust be + 81 J dissolved.
ApRIANA. I truset rot. hoped that was
loved,
Hoped, despaired, doubted and hoped again,
Till this day when frs hfeathed reeier,
Daring to trust ncw-Oh God, my heart!
II was not mace 10 bear this agony
Tell me you love M, or You love me not
ARrEvELDE. | love the, dearest, with as huge
love
As e'er was compassed in the breast of man..
Hide then those tears, beloved, where thou VIII;
And find a resting place for that so wild
And troubled heart Of thine; sustain II mere,
And be its food Of passion wcpt away -.
ApRiANA What was it that you said then! II
you love,
Why have you thus tormented me?
A1rrvrInr Be calm;
And let me warn thee, ere thy choice be hxed,
What fate thou mayst be welded to with me-
Thou hast behed me living heretofore