Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1836-05-12

EARN. lhe lofin ihai no'eu 80 IiR"'y,
the eve that beamed with such tender
ness and hope; the lips that ever breath
ed the accents Of gent!eness aud irutl;
the ear on which music never sacrihced
its charm, the rich locks, that rendered
the cheek still more transparent, IN the
relief Of their raven darkness; and the
face filled with the expressions Of sweet I
ness and beauty, and where no irown
ever cast its shadow-all have gone
down into the silent reccsses Of the
grave !
The ship in which she had traversed
the ocean-where she had seen the won
dcrs Of God displayed in the deep-had
returned from its long absence; the
green hills of her native land were
breaking the horizon; another day, and
she would tread that beloved shore.
Many were gathered to whom she was
tenderly allied, and who waited to en-
brace her with sisters yearning love;
she had redeemed the pledge in which
they parted; and often beguiled their
lonely hours with the graphic beauties of
her pen; they now waited to enlold her
in their arms, and half blamed the breeze
that brought the ship so slowly 10 her
anchor.
( They were the first on board, and
sought first the one they most loved!-
Alas! the pale form was there, but the
spirit that gave it light and animation
had fled! Still the tokens of its peace
lu departure fingered in the sweet com
posure OF her face; the calm brow was
still written with thought; the cheek
softly tinged with the dreams of her rest.
They had come to greet her, to hear her
speak, and welcome her home; but the
only office that now remained, was to
consgn to the earth this beautiful relic;
with breaking hearts, they dressed her
grave on the banks of that stream where
she strayed in her childhood, and where
long the melancholy wave will murmur
the music Of her name.
|, What avais il now that she so widely
surveyed the scenes which lend attrac-
ton TO other shores:-that she wandered
among the hills of Greece, and gazed
on the bright isles Of the Egean?-'hat
she lifted her eye to the solemn dome
Of St. Sophia, and walked in the deep
shadows of the Colosseum at Rome 3
that she saw Venice emerging in spen-
dor from the wave, and E'na sill send
ing up its steep column OF cloud!-that
she glanced through the CAV saloons Of
Partisan pride, fingered along the banks
of the Nile'-that she surveyed the pyr-
amids of mouldered Egypt, and made
her pilgrimage to the desolate city OF
David that she stood in the garden
where prosecuted LOVE resigned itself to
the bitterness of its cup-on that mount
where the Innocent suffered that the
guilty might live-and by that tomb
which once sepulchered the Hope otthe
world.
All! these availed her; for these me-
mentoes Of dying Saviour's affection,
and of his triumph over death, were
themes upon which her latest and fond
est thoughts dwelt: she knew at length
that her hour had come, but her conf
dence in the faithlulness of this Redeem
er made her a stranger to dismay: she
felt that she was passing beyond the as
siduities of moral friendship and afiec-
ton, but she cast herself resi- gnedly up
on the love of this compassionate Jesus;
her last faint accents whispered Of the
Cross, and of That land where tears and
larewells are unknown.
Shall we see one dying so young, and
with so many objects to attach her to
life, and not be reminded Of the hasten
ing hour when we must follow herr
Shall the admonition, that tenderly speaks
from her grave, be lightly regarded?-
Shall the seraphic look in which she
died be soon forgotten' Shall the re-
ligion, displaying the sight of her resig
nation and triumphant hopes, continue
to be stranger to these hearts? lfone
so taultless could not die without the
Saviour's love, how shall we in our sins
of deeper shade, meet the King of Ter.
rors9 All! there is only one being thai
can sustain in that last hour ofneed, only
one that cap furnish, in this extremity o
nature, refuge for the soul. This ONE
has long been near us, waiting to be
gracious; he has tarried without, suing
for admission, to our confidence, till his
locks are wet with the drops Of the night
Happy he who admits this Saviour to hi.
inmost heart, death may then break dowr
and lay in ruins this mortal form; bu
), the spirit will have given it the wings o
the dove, that it may fly away and be a
rest.
II TEACHERS OF YoUTH.-ln Mr.. Wa
terston's Address before the Anne ricaI