The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-11-18
TIME-BY T. 8. FAY.

"Onward, and still onward, speeds the light OF
timc-deaf, blind, relcntess-for nothing he stays
his wing. Ever with the same eternal haste he
presses Events that might astound the universe,
prayers that might pierce fiend, never delay, new
or melt him.-Cties roar and are sent-empires
rise and fall-nountains bow their ice-crowned
thrones--seas advance from their unfathomed beds
even worlds, balanced in their far places, burst
asunder, and pass away in the boundless deep of
space-and yet, ever unpausng, Implying, unwon-
dering, his course Is on, and still on
Implying did sayl No, dark, but slandered
divinity, not implying. Dread minister of Provi-
dence, thou brngest peace as well as a sword. All
that can be spared remains unframed by thee
and in thy path not only ruin lies but Joy and beau
Ity. 1t is thy hand that nursed the blown rose
rpened the harvest, and reared the oak.-Who
spread nature with the tender spring. Who cloth
ed the yellow bird in his gorgeous coat and launch
ed him the breezel Who brings every object to
its true use and perfectionl Who sweeps away
prejudice and errorl Who unveils Iusrous truth 2
Not all things fall beneath thy scythe. What blow
hast thou stricken against Homer and Shakespeare
more than to brighten their radiance to secure their
Immortality? Does not all that is good and noble
triumph by thy aid Will not the whole globe be-
friended by thee grow wise and good Will not
war and superstltion tyrany and vice. be banished
-Four years Like breath they have passed a
wreath of vapor curling on the air, melt not more
lightly. Reader you have turned a leaf-and they
are gone. Even so startling rapid shows the past.
festerday-only yesterday-we were noisy children
on the green-imases were around all bright and
dear; look you now what transformation Youth
IL vanishod Voars-how ~. know rnt--are n our
forehcads and in our hearts As in a theatre-the
scene is changed. Other objects, new characters
are before US. They call us by different names
They WOO us to strange enterprises. Go to the
haunt of your boyhood-go with your grave, cold
face, your weared and melancholy heart stand a.
mid the careless and happy forms that sport there
TO day. You will strike them with ave. The un-
shaded glance, the joyous laugh. the high, happy
shout will be hushed till you pass.
Back from the scathed Europe, with its foot
marks of gaunt and bloody ages, we are again in
the fresh and happy scenes of a new world.
Or if this delight you not, which we cannot how
ever well conceive take the noble passage descrip
tive of the triumph of intellect, the dominion, the
strength and the glory of the scholar.
Reader, can you not feel and triumph with the
outcast and the exile-wh the homeless and the
hopeless-when the lofty and splendid asles of this
holier sphere burst and broadened upon his gaze.
new gift of wings seemed to unfold themselves at
his shoulder, and spirit voices, inaudble to the
grosser sense of Others spoke sweety in his ears,
and the scales of Immortality fell from his orbs and
the divinity of the past and the present was upon
him and within him.
Roaming over the magnificent and wonderful
globe he read its lessons and penetrated its secrets
oh what are the glitter of wealth and pride Of roy
atty, the pomp of troops and the alurements of
sensual luxury, to the plain garb and unattended
simplicity of the scholorl Visiting no spot but its
history as familiar; reading sweet secrets and elo-
quent lessons IN every thronged city, in every lone
ly wood gorgeous visions and stately phantoms
rising up before him upon every plain, by every ru-
in Is he not a monarch Does he not dwell in
his own solemn kingdom! Are not the air and
earth, the desert and the gold paved sky, more
to him than to other men IN. Y. Mirror.