Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-06-05

let cob.webs OF sin gather into the corner of its
| apartments. | beseech you, especially TO look
alter tn" great chamber oil the heart, and see that
every hing there is arranged according 10 tile very
letter oil morality. If there is any useless rubbish
there, cleai it out, and make room for goods tina,
are sa!Habe in the market OF the virtuous. The
| chambers oil some hearts present an awful dirty
| appearance. | should like to walk into them
with bran new broom; the way Id brush out
sin, and sand the floor with virtue, would be a
caution TO depravity!'
The follow ing is Characteristic passage Of ma
tural description, which has the additional merit
OF being seasonabIe for more golden autumn
than the present, or a more gorgeous October sun.
| set, we have never beheld:
The m'ldest day Of autumn seems to coax
heaven itself down to impant rapturous kiss on
Ire blushlng cheek Of earth, and send thrill or
ecstacy thro the very heart Of the universe Ny
friend Pomona has brought aprons full Of her
choicest apples, and emptied them upon the old
womans hut table al the corners Of the streets
the sickle oil Ceres has been put into the golden
| gfan bottle nosed Bacchus sits by the way side
leasting On grapes and wines, and Natures table
is loaded down with the rarest Injuries. Tomor
row, the ie2.ival will be over; the leaves. stems
and scattered fragments will be sfewn over the
field 10 the wisest confusion; but they wont lie
there long. No, Boreas with his broom will
sweep till the white napkin OF winter is spread
| Tor the ceaSon.
| ON there is something so fascinating in the
| blush oil evening, Just as the sun has shaken his
last golden feather upon the hill tops! It's enough
TO make man strip off his jacket of mortality!
and swim the gulf Of time for the sake OF reach
ing .he sp!endors that decorate the opposite shore
| have seen some evening twighls Of friends that
q pH nj al IL.
on a few extra touches Of their own. have sat
and admired the Western armament, when il
seemed as though ten thousand dye.poLs of glory
| had been upset in The chamber Of heaven while
/ GORGEOUS contents leaked through and stained the
1eecy clouds beneath not 10 he Knocked by daub
ing pencil Of art! Then my imagination would
take wings and play truant up aIoft, like wey.
waId child but was always sure to return with
! sprig OF comfort, plucked Gon the evergreen Of
ideallly. Oh! there is an inviting peace in yon
ocean Of blue tranquility! | can't look upon it
my breheren, without feeling my suspenders
stretch. I'm sure if they were 10 give way,
would go up like balloon, and leave nothing but
my breaches and boots behind! Those clouds are
llvlrg things. The lesser are gold f.b, swim.
ming about in the celestial sea. The larger ones
dying doIphins Of heaven, disclosing new Oeau'ies
with every wave Of fire, aud Frightening as they
expire in The dark bilIow Of night"
Mr. Dow, Jr., has great deal to say con.
corning himself, and his experience. Hear him:
"When my old coat gives evidence Of decay,
can get 1t secured and mended, a Suparanuated
| pair oil boots can find renovation in the lap Of a
cobeT but when the body grows the worse for
! wear. no mortal hand can stay the destruction
lime has used ME pretty well, however, consid
erlng the Liberties have sometimes taken with
has tba 81.
my days, where LIES second twilight gathers
around as It deepens, discloses the hanl upon the
| wall OF the west a FAIR to MORROW FOR THE
WEARY PILGRIM. | have not descended nv
hiends, into a gloomy vale. Not bit OF il
have reached the top Of glorious hill, where the
eternal sun Of tope shines down and warns my
back, as an offset TO the chill winds tina: whistle
in my bosom. Here can mount stump, and
look over the whole landscape Of past existence
can point TO the dim blue horizon and say
| There. behind that misty veil, lie, the region Of
| infancy, where | first picked the she'll and came
| squalling into the world with an eloquence that
loretold my future calling! little this side be.
hold the blooming garden Of childhood, in all its
pristine l0velinesS, where puckej The roses Of
Joy, sucked all tie swee: cider Of LIE, Knocked
at tears and drove sorrow with single boo hoo
this side Of that, are the green pastures Of youth,
OVER winch OOunueu Win the OlOOu Oh young
ambition boiling ny veins striving TO initiate
aud emulate; nearer still extended the broad
plains, fertile valleys, rugged hills, and wooded
lawns Of manhood, with an extensive variety
Of prospects, here CLEAN Of sunshine, and there
a gloomy shadow
Now and then we are treated to brief philo.
sophical speculation. Hero is an extract which
will remind the reader Of DR.. MetcalTs theory,
in his papers OF Life" in his journal.
Life is like fire. For fire, like life, is in all
bodies. and is every where-cven in The air Itself.
The effects Of fire, like liiei are only seen while
operating on some substance, which it gradually
consumes. Fires exist without air the same
| length Of time as life. 4 candle placed IN
cellar that contains fixed air, will burn as long
as life can exist and no longer; and when the
| blszs and life both expire, they will return,
mysteriousy back TO the state from whence they
| sprung You must not believe however, with
some foolish atheists that when the body dies he
soul Of life dies with il. This is an error. |
tell you that the soul will live forever, in some
form or other for natural philosophy teaches US
that single particle OF matter cannot be de.
stroyed; it only undergoes changes. Then Why
does not reason tell that the soul can't be de-
slroyed, but simply undsrsoes a chasge also ?
When The body dies, the material that compose'
! it dissolves, and returns 10 its native dust, and
the soul also goes back 10 The element that gave
| it birth"
THE SINGLE IDEA.
An old lady, who was very thoughtful, bu;
| poItl1 butO lsa at the