The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1843-11-15
THE WING STANDARD.
From the Louisville Journal.
PULPIT ELOQUENCE.

RAD icit Inc iair blossoms 10 sing on the sea,
AS the sun In its gorge0usness, radiant and STILL
Dropped down like gem from the brow of the hill
One tremulous star in the glory of June
Came out with smile and sat down by the moon
As she graced her blue throne with the pride Of
queen
The smiles of her loneliness gladdening the scene
The scene was enchanting in distance away
Rolled the foamcrested of the Chesapeake bay
While bathed in the moonlight the village seen
With the church in the distance that stood on the
green;
The soft-slopng meadows lay brightly unrolled,
With their mantles of verdure and blossoms Of gold
And the earth in her beauty forgetting to grieye,
Lay asleep in her bloom on the bosom Of eve
A light-hearted child | had wandered away
From the spot where my footsteps had gambol'd
all day;
And free as birds was the song Of my SOUL
As heard the wild waters exultingly roll;
While Tightening my heart as sported along
With bursts of low laughter, and snatches Of song,
struck In the pathway half-worn DER the sod
By the feet that went up to the worship of God
As traced its green windings, murmer of prayer
With the hymn OF the worshippers the air,
And drawn by the links Of its sweetness along,
stood unobserved in the midst of the throng.
For awhile my young spirit still wandered about
With the birds, and the winds, that were singing
without;
But, birds, waves, and zephyr were quickly forgot
In one angellike being that frightened the spot.
In stature majestic, apart from the throng
lie stood in his beauty the theme of my song
his cheek pale with feryor-the blue orbs above
Lat up with the splendors Of youth, and of love,
fet the heart-glowing rapture that beamed from
those eyes
Seemed saddened by sorrows, and chastened by sigh
As II The young heart in i,s bloom had grown cold
With ITS loves unrequited its sorrows untold
Such language as his may never recall
but ms theme was STANDARDIZATION to all,
And the souls of a thousand in ecstacy hung
oh the manna-like sweetness that dropped from his
tongue.
Not alone on the ear his wild eloquence stole.
Enforced by each gesture, it sunk to the soul,
m It seemed that an angel had frightened the sod
And brought to each bosom message from God.
He spoke Of the Saviour-what pictures he drew
Inc scene OF His suferings clear on my view
The cross-the rude cross where He suffered and
died;
The gush OF bright crimson that flowed from his side
The cup OF His sorrows--the NORWOOD and gall
The darkness that mantled the earth as pail
The garland Of thorns-and the demonke crews
who knelt as they scofed Him. Hail King of the
Jews.n
Expanded and glowed, as his spirit grew warm;
His tone SO impassioned--so melted His air,
AS touched with compassion he ended in prayer;
Ills hands clasped above him--his blue orbs up
thrown,
Stu pleading for sins that were never his own,
While that mouth where such sweetness ineffably
clung
Still spoke, tho expression had died on his tongue.
Oh God what emotions the speaker awoke
A mortal he seemed-yet deity spoke;
man-yet SO far from humanity rven.
YIN earth--so closely connected with Heaven
How often in my fancy I've pictured him there
AS he stood in that triumph Of passion and prayer,
WITH his eyes closed in rapture-their transient
Made bright by the smiles that illumined his lips
There's charm in delivery-a magical art
That thrills like kiss, from the lip to the heart;
IT'S the glance-the expression-the well-chosen;
By whose magic the depths Of the spirit are stirred
The smile-the mute gesture-the soulstartling
pause
The eyes sweet expresson-that melts, while IT
The lips soft persuasion-its musical tone
Oh such was the charm Of that eloquent one!
The time is long past-yet how clearly defined
That bay, church, and village float up on my mind
see amid azure the moon in her pride
With the sweet little trember that sat by her side
hear the blue waves, she wanders along,
Leap up in their gladness and sing her song.
Anu ucdoHl une patnWay nalf-WOrn DER the SOD,
BY the feet that went up to the worship of God
The time is long past, yet, what visions see!
The past, the dim past, is the present TO
am standing once more mid that heart-stricken
throng:
vision floats up-'tis the theme of my song
All glorious and bright spirit of air,
The light like halo encircling his hair
AS catch the same accents of sweetness and love,
He whispers of Jesus-and points above.
How sweet to my heart is the picture I've traced!
Its chain OF bright fancies seemed almost efiaced,
Till memory, the fond one that sits in the soul,
Took up the frail links, and connected the whole
AS the dew to the blossom-the bud to the bee
As the scent to the rose-are those memories to me
Round the chords of my heart they have tremblngl,
chung,
And the echo il gives, is the song have sung
AMELIA.
THE HEAT OF CEYLON
Colonel Campbell, in his work entitled eek
cursions, Adventures, and Field Sports in Cey