Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1839-03-01

Mount to God beyond The skies.
Christ is risen, aud bids thee rise.
4.
"Fly this drearv stormy shore,
Rise where Christ is gone before
Fear no, God himself to see,
Christ, his image. lives in thee.
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"Foce to face, o Father, now
Frowns no more thy starry brow;
. Why should we our Maker shun,
v Now Thy life and ours are one 3?
"Men may dare Thy light to scan;
By thee ats the Son Of Man;
Men may soar to highest Heaven,
God as man TO earth is given.
7.
"Thos to ia 10 Chris, ART come,
Come 10 cali thy children home;
Thou in him hast left the skies,
But that we in bin may rise.''
The dreaming md mopkish oddly Of
these thoughts stsu4k him, o. quite unlike
any thing be had known among intelligent
men, and led bis thoughts away to the
Parsees and San,ons bfthe East, and TO one
or two strange old fragments of Christian
hymns which he had heard under pictur-
esque ard impressive circumstances in
Spain and at Jerusalem. Something unu.
sual, he knew not what, seemed cnging 10
him. and he felt half relieved, half inter.
ruptcd b. the entrance Of Sir Charles HAT
court, to whom Musgrave had aent tidlngs
Of the travellers condition. Tic had now
to shape HE story as plausihly ns he could.
| in order to avoid unnecessary ridicnle from
hs friends, A midnight ramSle with the
gipsIes he could not but acknowledge, and
| his reputation for hare-braned adventure
was well enough established to make any
thing Of the kind credible. Sir Charles
| promised 10 sond him books, and 10 come
TO see him. But Hastings could not help
iaDcying TINT, under on exterior Of tho
most amicable politeness, his friend was
inwardly laughing at him. He felt pleased
at his departure, and said TO himself with
all his taste and fashion, he 10 but a poor
ladylike creature
| In the afternoon Musgrave came again
TO see him. The hymn, end the fancles it
had suggested, were see.bing in his brain,
and he felt little stronger interest than
before in the clergyman who sat beside his
bed and asked if no could render him any
service. Hastings thanked him. ard said
NO Ho then closed his eyes, and added.
1T seems TO me very strange that should
be here now, with you sitting by me. The
last time was laid up it was by a wound
received in li0n, hun, among the Cafffcs,
| was confined for tbree weeks IN one OF
their hu,s. and attended by a copper-col
CURED girl, who had never eeen another
European. She sang to me the songs Of
her tribe in a low droning voice, and told
me stories Of their chases after the came
leopard and the rhiuoceros. She spoke OF
their charms against snake.b'tes and pols'
oned arrows nd of the powers Of Amaklras
or witch.doctors. Then she brought me
drink in a caIabash, and morsels Of broiled
antelope and famed me with fan OF
leaves. Even now, when shut my eyes,
can hardly help fancying that | am a
stranger in that African village. and when
| hear step at distance, have before
me for moment the image of that poor
savage girl. though few European footsteps
are as light as hers Musgrave seemed
interested, and asked him about his travels,
which Hastings spoke Of with eagerness
and vlvacty. While he talked it seemed
as if the round green world were spinning
under him. while he occupied some starry
post, and looking down described each
country at the moment that the real map
revolved beneath his eye. Cities. nations
landscapes, races of animals, seas of islands
fleets, caravans, and adventures, arose, and
shifted, and passed away like dreams.
When he paused, Musgrave locked up.
ward and then at him, and SAID in a subdueC
voice, In any of your travels, Mr.. Has
tings, did you ever find peace Of m'nd''
He was silent for n minute, and Their
replled, mo, never sought it, ! SHOULD
not know what to do with it if | had it
But found eyer-varying, never.ccasina
excitement, and | suppose that is as mucf
as earth can furnish
'As much indeed sad Musgrave, 'Fo
! peace we must look elsewhere
, To beaven'' asked the other. M
q doubt. But while in this state Of existence
9 take the best that it can supply, and tina
. is movement, change, exertlon. enjoyment.
. IF we have not something of HEAVIER
/ even here, fear we can hope for but it'll
- Of it hereafter. Peace and life IRE not a
n war with each other, but each in the high
q est sense requires and includes the other
= Perhaps this is kind Of truth Of which j
. all your travels you have not experience
the reality
=. Certainly hnve never managed to b
4 asleep and awake at the Same time
- well if | took your own illustration,
i should say that tho true peace Of the spir
! of man is not 10 be found when it is tn
, slave of it's dreams. but when it is the Tor
q of its thoughts. And this is also the stat
~ in which it 10 mos. conscious Of enjoyin
=, the deepest and fullest life. But will M
y trouble you with disputlng. | only wis
N you would believe that there is one regio
:" ~ Of human existence in which you have NJ
. yet sufficiently travelled, and which ID NJ
q the meancst or poorest.
Neither desired to continue the conve
sation, and Musgrave soon again left LA