Piney Woods planter and Amite union literary reflector. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1838-1838, 1838-06-23
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: curse her, Will forget her; and Id Tor
getting, slight her whole scx.-Iut OH!
Lovclace! can | ever be repaid for this
too selflorgetting love! you would bid
me cling closer to science! But oh!
cen il bring back the buoyauty of my
spirit, linked with bright hopes and I'M
sullied dreams! No L., knowledge
can never repay me for all I've suffer
cd. Beside, books have become taste
less. You bid me call reason and
! philosophy to my aid-ou:| upon the
one, and n curse upon the o.her! [
have read Locke until dcspise him!
and Braune, when shall ever 1a.hom
his deep p. ofIsion Of words? take
up Euclid, and can't solve the first pro-
blem! out! upon authors! would no.
gaze upon the snblimi'y Of the Eeav-
ems, thro' 'llcrvey's Medisations. No!
| tell thee, would no. read the Bible,
were il composed by mani
At this moment Mercer entered his
room, and | left him. For, of ali things,
there is nothing I'm so willing to es-
cape as the crude complaints OF des-
palring lover.
now wound my way TO the solitary
chamber Of Juyenio, and found him
pouring over 'Charles the Eif.h;' upon
my entrance he threw down bis book,
and received me with much cordially.
Then. as is his wont, diScoursgd me
long upon the beauties Of his flvorito
authors.
'Dh ioyelacc,' said he, while his 6nc
features frightened with glow, could
| sing with the inspired bards of old,
or claim companionship with the lof.i-
es Of our own canon,z2d pocts, |
should be best should be happy!
But, alas! never can realize this
brightest dream Of my heart! Poetry
which fills the whole creation with I'M
paralleled beauty and glory, can never
take wing with my pen! No! il re-
mains with others 10 people the stars
to fill other worlds, with children OF
light and ioYc-to scatter ambrosial
flowers upon our paths--to spread ov-
or our skv, the rainbow of hope and
peace; and 1doFn with the glory Of
perfection, the mistress Of our souln he
ceased, and fer momen. seemed abb
sGract and melancholy.
sWhy,' Juycnio. iail |, as gazcd ad-
miringly upon his intelligent facc--
WHY abis d spondencya
why repeated he, do you no.
know that there has liyed before me,
Shakespeare, an Csian, Il Byron, and
Others could name, Of proudest mon-
ory."
i do Bu. what boo.s il? is not the
world as fir as in days Of yore? Is it
not yet peoplcd BY men, bcass, birds,
fishes, and numerous creeping things
flush IoYclacc, for Gods sake, want
no lecture frcm Genesis, said he with
mach bitterness. laughed, and he
silanccd me by saying l.. ! have
d spirit that iain would hold converse
wiGn the stars-my thoughts often
vcarn above the things of earth. but
Sec friend, am TO chastcn fancy down
to sober reality--.o curb imagination,
and teach my hcart--Io shun the dream
that has made the Cynosure OF life! he
paused for a moment, then cansnuod,
Yes, the clouds of disappointment arc
now gathering in dense masses over
my sky, and the few bright stars that
once cleaned DER my pa.h arc now
fast fading from my view The tall
PEDESTAL upon which ] stood is hurled
10 earth; and |, oh God! am again
walking mid the scenery Of misery and
disappointment Hush, Juycnio, for
the love Of heaven hush. What, my
friend, has thus uns.rung your mindF
lie made no reply, but instaasaneously
his proud features, were pale 10 the
hue Of death! my secret is licked in
the inmost recess Of my hear, he at
length mu.tcred, and wildly ut.oring
some incorcnt sentences, startcdup
and left me. Poor, poor, aspirant,
thought |, The stranger TOO, has knock
ed at your heart, as gazed fondly If
ter his graceful and retiring form. But,
MARY. was mistaken-Turano does
not lovc,'-(here my friend Iodine,
drew a shivering sigh9 and ] velacc
continued. no, am fully convinced
he does not love, yet he is now absorb
cd by i literary monamonia, whose CT
fecta are equally rasistlcss. Tic, poor
fellow, longs to be great, all his pray
ers arc breathcd at the altar Of ambl-
ton. Lately he has been seized with