Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1841-03-24

sons of the hills. He was indeed an ac-
comphshed youth. His cheek was mahtled
with the crimson flush Of health. His eye
was dark and brilliant, and when reused.
like that o. the immortal BURNS seemed to
| glow with unearthly radiance.
He had early given his heart TO God, and
in the freshness Of his love, had vowed
eternal faithfulness and fidelity TO his Maker
and the world. And so he had come to this
consecrated spot, hailowed BY the tears of
many whose voices are now heard in other
lands, to grid himself for the conflict with
sin. For the first year of his College life,
his walk was ''close with God p but his
presence at length was often missed by the
pious band who daily met for prayer, till he
had entirely deserted their lear-hallowed
bower. One might see by his quick fever
ish step and his wild flashing eye and his
melancholy look, that the worm of ambition
had begun to gnaw upon his heart. BY
degrees he had listened TO the song of fame
till he saw his own name blazing out in
burning capitals on the proudest page of
his country's glory, and the song of angels
fell more family on his ear. 1t was pitiful
indeed to see youth whose tones Of elo-
lquence might have won the haughtiest sin
ner's ear, giving up one by one his hopes of
usefulness, and sundering the cords that
bound him TO his heavenly fathers mansion,
IT'LL he had staked his all for breath of
praise He gave himself at length with
i such headlong enthusiasm, and such a
perfect madness of soul to his idolatrous
studies, that his companions exclaimed
Poor man, his sun will go down at noon!'
His soul was formed for friendship. Often
arm in arm have we roamed away to the
meadow to Gull the spring flower to place il
our little book of plants, and sitting side by
side upon the green knoll, have gazed upor
the lovely picture that hope spread before
o, US, and pledged to each other the deepes
affection Of faithful hearts. "Perhaps," sale
he, as we were walking near the close O
Spring day in the village church-yard, per
haps my sun of life is setting like that,
pointing to the dim light that shot family
over the hills, "a few tears will fall upoi
I'd my grave, and | shall be forgotten. Lik
those who sleep beneath my feet, shall
moulder away TO dust, and who shall re
h, peat my name, or sigh at the remembrance
Of my fate? Will you forget nj" he added
It'll placing his hand in mine and fixing hi
dark, fearful eyes full upon me, "aOiLL 20
forget me2'' and he wept aloud. "Shoul
die like E.n mentioning the name Of
!. classmate, "what would become of m
hopes? of the plans have formed %
reminded him of his early vows; Of th
claims of perishiDg world; and besougt
him by the pleasures of life and the glorie
'od of heaven, to give up the unholy Strife
tell me not Of life," said he, "somethin
- whispers me that my days are few-th;
the green sod of summer will lie over me-
shall not see the yellow fields waving j
the Autumn winds,-I shall perish befor
these flowers" pointing TO grave wher
bloomed "a cluster of Spring vioIets: q
shall walk with you but few times NOR
re Come, let US sing,
c. Il am willing to die when my time shall come,
And shall be glad to go;
- For the world at best is weary place.
And my pulse is getting low /" s.....
n The rich tones of his voice, now mello
. and sweet as the music of the Eolian har
died away upon the evening air. We r
hat turned 10 our rooms. No smile was Sc.
The again to play upon the cheek of my frien
the AT times his eye seemed to brighten wi
riy hope, but then he would clench his han
in agony, while the cold sweat started
wv his forehead. "Ah! it is all ia vain
red shall die! / wish TO be borne away a,
1ds lain down beneath the sunny hillside. whe
to in childhood days planted a branch of i
i'm willow, and signing winds shall chant q
the dirge.o Day by day his cheek grew pa
ait He wandered from room TO room in colles
eed making, as he said, his farewell visits"
our II was the first day of the Summer TEL
am, Of 18- that fastened away from the gre
on ing of returning friends, to the house of I
'ars poor classmate. What change had pass
ui' over him! involuntarily shuddered as
looked upon his deaihly countenance, a
marked upon his wrinkled brow the wo
,ngs OF remorse and blighted hopes.
20 uiu mol think TO die so soon,n he exclaim,
80 ! Is hard-it Is hard to become clod,
81 mink that the sun will shine just as brig
p'O that the howers will bloom just as t;