Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1841-03-19

Ur The following notice Of the Birth of the
| Princess, is from the Sunbeam, new paper just
commenced at Hartford, Conn. If it may be taken
| as fair specimen of the editors powers, he will
soon attain rank among the best American writers
There is beauty and sentiment in every line Of it.
Sand they wrapt Adelaide Victoria Louisa
in sIken folds. The infant Jesus was wrap
ped in swaddling clothes. They laid the heir
to the throne Of petty island-(sea girt, filled
with perishing millions from one extremity to
the other, )-'under canopy of costly state
The Saviour of the world, king of kings and
Lord Of lords was laid in manager! We
crowned heads, heirs apparent and presump-
tive to temporal crowns-ye that wear on your
breasts the gltterng star-expectants to hoard
ed treasures wrung from the hard hands of the
dusty ar:izans, and 1.-THE paying tillers Of the
soil-how, at the last great day, when the sun
shall be turned into darkness and the moon to
blood, will We not stand abashed and consci-
ce.stricken before the God of the Universe,
whose chosen people We have trampled in the
dust. Swift roll the years, wheeling wild and
vengelul on their cloud srt pathway through
the regions of time, and hasten the day when
the earth shall be swept of tyranny and OPP
preston.
"They laid the infant Princess, heir to
temporal crown, in Royal Cot, hung round
with gorgeous tapestry that formed the canopy
of the crib, and sparkling with rich lus,re from
the gilt plumes that flashed on the beautiful
nursery appeudage." Crowds ofcourtiers fill
ed the Palace. Ladies Ct the bed chamber
We'd with each other in officious zeal to fan the
breath of life. The Archbishop, in his robes
that scarcely covered bis portIy and well fed
body, with good capon lined poured forth
his husky prayer for the safe deiverance.
Think of the lowly fishermen who followed
the Messiah think of st. John in the wilder
ness ! And DO you call the high digni,ary Of
Canterbury, fed on turtle soup, and preserved
in Carlearser Queen Tictoria Hock, the repre-
sentative of the simplicity that was in the poor
apostles! Do you call that piece of bloa,ed
mortality an ambassador of the Most High!
God forbid
"The same hour that gave birth to a prin-
cess, nigh have also given birth to some poor
child of wretched parents, in an obscure abode
written all over with the marks ofwild despair.
Very probable. In dark lane, one of the val
lies of death, running through the great me
tropolis OF England,a miserable woman, whose
ssair worn penny fee had that hour been given
for the last crust of bread her feeble strength
| would enable her TO obtain-left TO the tender
mercies of a rude Notwithstanding over few
| dying Goals that scarce sent out heat enough
to warm her benumbed fngers-withouth home
without friends--wlhout nurse or physician
with no soothing cordials, and sweet assua-
ging sympathy to pour into her bosom in the
| fearful hour of mothers travail such an
one, thus miserable beyond compare gave
birth also to child, and died And the lit
tie one persisted on the mothers bosom! But
the soul Of the little sfferer for moment, has
| got the start of the idol Of a beef fed nation,
and now sleeps in Abraham's bosom''