Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1837-09-15

sons which she nculcates is of Unreasonable conse-
quence IN the formation ofthe mental and moral char
actcr Of the child and too much care cannot be
taken IN giving the twlg its right direction III the ear
hest seasons of its growth, that the objects of her
ondest solcitude may learn nothing they will have to
lnlearn, when they come TO ripper years. How WIDE,
how lasting how sacred is this part of womans IN
duence. Who will not admit the al-conlrolling in
uence of the mother In moulding the young and ten
der heart? Who that reflects upon the subject will
not acknowledge the vital importance OF Christianity
to her who gives the earliest direction to the human
mind-to her who constitutes, in Christian lands, the
blessing of every home-who divides our sorrows and
doubles our oys-to whom the thoughts return when
our feet are weary with wandering and the heart SICK
with disappointment.
alt will be admitted that many Of the best precepts
Of our lives have fallen from the lips of maternal kind
ness. How often when straying IN loneliness, fell
those sweet cadences of love upon the ear Ikea heal
ing balm sent upon the wings of sleep. They may
be forgotten IN the hour of mrh and fes,a gee but,
IN the solitary hour those gentle tones come stealing
upon the heart IN spite OF years OF MANHOOD or OF sn:
we find ourselves IN IMAGINATION once more siandn9
by her SIDE who loved US SO fondy and SO WE'LL
When the howng winds arise upon lfes ocean, and
its black pillows covered with angry foam-when
the thunder rolls and the ghtnings blaze-how dear
that beacon Of love and hope, beamingin It's coudless
Joy, shedding It's haowed rays upon the heaving tide
of sorrow bringing balm and peace 10 the tried and
wounded spirit soft and sweet the summer IS breath
of the gentle zephyr upon the pershlng blossoms
The heart may have become hardened by us inter-
disappointment may have dried up the fountain of
tears, turned them to stoneyet there are moments
when the meek lessons of mercy holiness and TRUTH
whispered IN the ear, during oar laughing boyhood
come rushing upon the recollection with overpowerng
force again hear that low, sweet voice that first
taught our llsping tongue to say, Our Father VINO
art in heayen!
Never have / heard discourse listened to with
greaeratention; and really believe that It has been
the fountain of more conversation and the topic of
more ealogy, especially among the ladies who were
present. than any thing that has been will be done
this season. Yours, truly, A.
KApoLEoN.-When Napoleon for the second time
quilted France, il asserted that he ought TO have
buried himself under the ruins of his last battle Lord
Byron in his satirca ode against Napoleon, says:
Thy choice most ignobly brave"
This was an incorrect estimate Of the hope still kind
| ling in soul accustomed to dominion and thirsng
afrer the future. Lord Byron imagined that the dc
and that he about to die away in utter oblivion
4 Lord Byron should have known that the destiny OF
| Napoleon muse, like all other great destlncs
! this muse know how to turn an aboruye catastrophe
into a sudden turn of fortune, winch would have re-
vivcd and impaired fresh youth 10 zero. The soll-
ude of Napoleon in his exile an i his tomb, has
thrown another kind of spell over brilliant memory.
Alexander did not die in the of Greece he dlsap
peared amid the pomp OF distant abyion-Bonaparte
did not close hs eyes In presence of Frances he pass
ed away IN the gorgeous horizons Of the torrld zone.
| The man who had shown himself in such powerful
reality vanished like dreams his life which belonged
TO history, co-opera,ed in the poetry of his death He
now sleeps forever, like hermit para, beneath a
willow, in valley surrounded by steep rocks
at the extremity of lonely path. The depth OF the
silence which presses upon him can only be com
parc1 = The vasliness OF the umu!t aicu surrounded
/ him. Nations are absent, their hr En- mas RETIRED
The bird of the tropics hanessed ~ the of the
sum- Baton magnifcently expresses IT, speeding his
flight downwards from the planet of light, rests for
i weight
the equilibrium of the Globe Bonaparte crossed the
ocean to repair to his final exile regardless of that
beautiful sky which delighted Columbus, Vasco de
Coma, and Camoens, stretched upon the ships stern,
he perceived not that unknown consultations were
sparkling ever his head, his powerful glance for the
first time encountered their rays. What to him were
stars which he had never frora his bivouacs
and which had never shone his empire Never
theless not one of them has failed to fulfil his des
ny-one half OF the armament spread its light over
his cradle-the other half was reserved to illuminate
| his tomb.