New-York daily tribune., 1843-12-02
From the Louisville Journal.
PULPIT ELOQUENCE.

TaE day was decliHing-ihe breeze IN It's giee
Had left the fair blossoms TO sing On the sea,
a. ,he sun in its sorgeousness, radiant aud still,
Dropped down like gem from the brow oi the hili,
Ooe tremulous star in the glory oi June
Came out with smile and sat down by the moon,
A, .be yraces hr blue throue with the pride of queen:
The smiles Of her loyelness sladdened the scene
The scene was enchanting in distance away
Rolled the foam crested waves of the Chesapeake bay,
while ba.h.ag in moonlgh, the village was seen
With the chnch in the distance that stccd on me green
The .oet.sleepinc meadows lay brightly uaroilsd
With their mantle, Of vetdvte aud blossoms Of gold,
md the earth IN her beauty forgetting TO gfleye,
Law asleep IN her bloom on ths bosom OF eve.
A liebtheaI.ed child, had wandered away
From the spot where my footsteps mad gsmboled ell day
And free 40 birds was the song OF my soul,
AS heard the Wild waters e1uiungiy roll;
While Tightening my heart as spor;ed along,
With bursts flow laughter aud snatches ST song
Is,ruck in the pa,hwa. haG-Torn oeI The soa
By Inc fee, that went up to the worship OF oou
AS traced It's green wlndngs, maTmut oi p'a,s
With the by,nn Of the ,sorshippeIs rose On '''e '
And draw, b, the links Of Its sweetness a"ns
s.oou ,., cunr .piiit still. wandered about
sh hid. and The Wind. ha: singing "lhout
E.r birds, waves snd zsphyfs. were qacAiy iors0'
Ia on. angellike being that b.igh,ensd the spot
IN stature majestic, apar. from the ,hsong
He stood in his beauty, the theme ci my song
Ii, up with the splendos Of youth and OF love- leyes'
Yet the bear,.clowing rapture that beamed from those
Seemed saddened by sorrow and chaStened hy signs
A. f The Young heart in It's bloom had grown cold
With it's loves nnrcquited, It's sofrows untold
Such language as his may never recall
But his therie salvat!on-salvation 10 all,
And the souls of q thousand III ecs1acy hung -,
On the manna-like sweetness that dropped i;on HI:
Not alone on the ear his wild eloquence stole Tongue
Enforced BY each gesture, 1t sunk TO The SOUL
Till il seemed that an ange. had Frightened the sod
And brought TO each bosom message from Goa
He spoke of the Sayor-what pictures he drew
The scenes Of His suffeupgs rose clear on my new
The crosste rude cross here He suffered and died;
The gush Of bright crimson that flowed from his Sde;
The cup Of his sorrows-tha worm" ood ana gan,
The darkness that man,led the earth as pail;
The garland Of thorns-and the dsRlon-iike crews
Who knelt as they scced Him Hail hing OF The Jews.
He spoke, and i. seemed tha, his statuelhe form
Expanded and gowed, as his splrlt grew warm;
His tone SO impassioned-so melting his air,
As touched with compassion he ended In prayer,
His hands clasped above him-h blue orbs upth!own'
Still pleading for sins tina; were never his own,
While that mouth where such sweetness ine!idble clunS
Still spoke though expression had died on his tongue
Oh God. what emotions the speaker awokel
A mortal he seemed-yet deity spoke;
A man-yet so far from humanity IlVen;
On earlh-yet so closely connected with Heaven
How oft in my fancy we pictured Him there
AS he stood IN that triumph Of passion and prayer,
With his eyes closed in raptuethelr TRANSIENT eclipse
Made bright by the smiles that illumed his lips.
There Is a charm in deliyery-a magical art
That thrills like kiss, from the lip TO the heart
IT'S the gaucethe exp!.ssion-the "el! CHOSEN woIa
By whose magic the depths Of the spirit are st'rted;
The smile-the gesturethe soul'startllng pause
The ewes sweet eApresson--that melts While II aWes-
The lips soft persuasion-its musical tone
Oh such was the charm OF that eloquent one.
The time is long past-ye, how clearly defined
That bav, church, and village, fbat up ON my mind:
see amid azure the moon in her pride,
With the sweet little trembler that sat by her side,
heaf the blue waves. as she wanders along
Leap up in their gIadness and sing hor song,
And tread in the pathway half-worn o'eI the sod,
By the feet that went up to the worship OF God
The time i, long past yet what visions see
The past the dim past, is the present TO me-
am standing once 'md that MISUNDERSTANDING
A vision floats up-'tis the theme of my song-
All glorious and brig ghr spint OF air,
The light like halo eaciIclins his hair.
As catch the same accents Of sweetness and love,
HI whispers Of Jesus, and points us above
How sweet to my heart is the picture | we traced
It's chain Of bright fancies seemed almost etfaoed,
Till Memory the fond one that sits IN the soul,
Took up the frail links, and collected the whole.
AS the dew 10 the blossom-the bud 70 the bee
As the scent to the 1ose-are those memories 10 me.
Round the chords Of my heart they have tremoilng
And the echo it gives is ,hs song have sung clung
AMELIA.