Macon intelligencer., 1838-11-07
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the Columbus (Ga.) Herald.
RECOLLECTIONS OF MOON.
LIGHT.

ulu TIC STARS, tue tWfnkling stars
glow fainter and faintor, until The
feeble rays are extingnished by til
silvery mantle of full and beautift
moon.
| love that moon. 1t is the sam
bright orb that | gazed upon an
loved when a boy-creating, in tn
depths of childhood, imaginings c
higher bearing than everwere in tn
more stirring and gaudy day. 1t i
felt the same now as then, changing
yet changeless. Careering through
the impossible sky, it sheds mellow
light on the things of earth, calming
the turbulent passions which the day
had called into action. Who has no
found, when tired of Iife's hustle, anc
sickened with the vanities of man, ir
the tranquil light of the moon, an op-
late to the unhidden thoughts that
sometimes arise and scatter over our
path of life the scared and yellow
leaves of blight and decay? In its
tranqulhzing beams the recollection
of past sorrows is softened as if by
magic; and when we call up from the
abyssm of time the bright visions OF
our youth, oh, how beautiful they
come dancing in the moonlight.
Yet ifall that was done in the light
of this pale orb was laid open to our
eyes and our hearts, what a picture
of mingled meanness and sublimity
would this history of man present.
Kings, in their littleness, acting the
part of beggars; and the high and
lowly born, the fairest and the foulest,
all playing their parts, unrestrained
by the conventional rules of society,
and following the impulse of their in
clinations, whether for good or for
evil.
What a sad account would the
moon render, if called in judgment
against man. But grow gloomy in
moralizing, and wander from my re-
collections. Well, though have seen
this moon ofours in all shapes and
sizes, and in all seasons Of the year;
at one time clouded in storms-at an
other brilliant as. day-yet there is
one night, one scene acted beneath
IFS pale and pcnsive rays, the recol-
lection of which calls from the drea-
my land of the past,
"A mingled charm of pleasure, pain,
Of ruth, and, oh, of love-
The scene is past-and the artIess
being who gave it a charm-in whose
soul and glowing form were combin-
ed the elements of love and desire
has gone down into the popuIous
grave, leaving me to mourn over the
frailty of human love. Time has
been busy with me since that night
and that scene. The glow of health
and vigor then on my cheek has given
way to the pale and sallow hue of
melancholy, while the deep burrows
on my brow, and my scattered and
locks, speak too plainly of
sorrow and premature
decay. When but boy, loved a
young girl, named Ellen, the only
child of an opulent merchant "a wido-
wer) who resided near the dwelling
Df my parents, who were people in
humble life. Though kept asunder
by many circumstances, | had still
frequent opportunities of evincing to
Ellen the tender impressions she had
made upod me. These little eviden-
,es of regard were generally received
by her with kind look-sometimes
with sigh. Indeed | was not boy
calculated to make impressions of a /
very favorable character, for nature
lad been niggardiy TO me in her gifts;
md / murmured offentimes in the
bitterness of my soul that | had not
1een formed as beautiful as other
boys. The very thought of this-of
nv lack of personal beauty-gave a
.inge of sadness to my character.
NV heart was responsive to thet soft
est notes of Iove--the seat of burning
passions-and felt the fierce flame
raging in my bosom that ] could not
kindIe in others. Why was | thus
Had my person been
ip harmony with my mind,
might even then have worn the gar
land of successful love; and yet sol
generous, SO gentle, is the heart of
woman, that | am sure Ellen did not
hate me; nay more, ! believe ! was
not Indifferent TO her, for we are be-