Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-06-09
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From the Democratic Review.
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Nav, the grave is dark and dreary,
But the lost one is not there;
Hearst thou not It's gentle whisper
Floating on the ambient arr!
Il il near thee, gentle mother.
Near thee At the evening hour;
It, soft kiss is in the zephyr,
It looks up from every flower.
And when, Nights dark shadows fleeing,
Low thou bendest thee in prayer,
And thy heart feels nearest heaven,
Then thy angel babe is there.
Maiden, hast thy noble brother,
On whose manly form thine eye
Lov'J full oft in pride 10 Tiger,
On whose heart thou could'st rely,
Though all other hearts deceived thee,
All proved hollow, earth grew drear;
Whose protection, ever DER thee,
Hid thee from the cold worlds sneer,-
Has he left thee here to struggle,
All unaided OIL thy way?
Nay. he still can guide and guard thee,
Still thy fatering steps can stay:
Still when danger hovers DER thee.
He than danger is more near;
When in grief thou'st none to pity,
He, the sainted, marks each tear.
Lover, is the light extlnguished,
OF the gem that in thy heart
Hidden deeply, to thy being
All its sunshine could impart!
Look above! It's burning brighter
Than the very stars in heaven;
And to light thy dangerous pathway,
All its new-found gIory's given.
With the sons of earth commingling,
Thou the lov'd one mayst forget,
Bright eyes flashing, tresses waving,
May have power TO win thee yet;
But cen then that guardian spirit
OFT will whisper in thine ear,
And in silence, and at midnight,
Thou wilt know she hovers near.
Orphan, thou most sorely stricken
Of the mourners thronging earth,
Clouds halt veil thy brightest sunshine.
Sadness mingles with thy mirth.
Yet, altho' that gentle bosom,
Which has piIlowei oft thy head,
Now is cold, thy mothers spirit
Cannot rest among the dead.
Still her watchful eye is Ger thee,
Through the day, and still at night.
Hers the eye that guards thy slumber,
Making thy young dreams SO bright.
o! the friends, the friends we've CHERISHED,
How we weep to see them die
All unthinking they're the angels
That will guide US to the sky!
The YOUNG Mans LE1suRE.-Yo Young
men after the labors and duties of the day
are ended, how do you spend your eve.
nings? When business is dull, and leaves
at your disposal many unoccupied hours,
what disposition do you make of them !!
/ have known, and now know, many
young men, who, if they devoted to any
scientific, or literary, or professional pur>
suit, the time they spend in games Of
chance. and lounging in bed, and in idle
company. might rise to any eminence.
You have all read of the sections son, who
became fine astronomer by spending a
short time every evening in gazing on the
stars after ringing the bell for nine o'clock.
Sir William Phipps, who at the age Of fo..
ty five had attained the order of knight
hood. and the office of high sheriff of New
England. and Governor Of Massachusetts,
learned 10 read and TO write after his eigh
teenth year, of a ship-carpenter in Boston.
William Clifford, the great editor of the
Quarterly. was an apprentice to shoema.
ker. and spent his leisure hours in study.
And because he had neither pen nor paper.
slate nor pencil, he wrought out his prob
lens on smooth leather with blunted awl.
David Riltenhouse, The American as,rono-
mer, when plough-boy. was observed to
have covered his plough and the fences
with figures and calculations. James Fer.
guson, the great Scotch astronomer, learn
ed to read by himself, and mastered the
elements Of astronomy whilst shcphard's
boy in the fields. by night. And perhaps,
it is not too much 10 say, that if the hours
wasted in idle company. in vain CONVEX
sa.ion. at the tavern. were only spent in
the pursuit of useful knowledge, the dull
est apprentice in any of your shops, might
become an intelligent member of society,
and fit person for most Of our civil off,
ces. by such course. the rough cover
ing of many youth might be laid aside {;
and their ideas instead of being confined
10 local subjects and professional ,echni.
cali:ies. might range throughout the wide
fields of creation and other stars from the
young men Of this city. might be added to
the list of worthless that IS gliding our
country with bright yet mellow light. -
Rev. Mr.. Murray.
The Cincinnati Gazette saws that nann