The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1844-07-17

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The aggrandzement of personal glory. Enthu-
siasm points with fearful wonder to the name Of
Napoleon whilst justice benevolence, freedom,
and all the concomtants which constitute the
true happiness of man, shed almost divine halo |
round the name and character of Washington.
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From the Writings of Miss LandOn.
IMpUIsE.--We are rarely wrong when we act
from impulse. BY that do not mean very rash,
and wayward, and selfish fantasy; but by allow
ing IFS natural course so the first warm and gen.
erous feeling that springs up in the heart, Sec
ond thoughts are more worldly, more cold, and
calculate on some advantage. This is what the
ancents meant when they said that the impulse
came from the gods, but the motive from men.
Our eager belief, our ready pity, our kindly sem
are the materials of good within
us. As one of our poets says, with equal truth
and beauty, "The heart is wise" We should be
not only happier, but better, if we attended more
TO its dictates. Half the miseryln the world ari-
ses from want of sympathy. We do not assist
each other as we might do, because we rarely
pause TO ask, do they need our assistance? And
this works out the moral of suffering; we need
to suffer, that we may learn to pity.
CooUETRY.- There IS a cruelty in femenine
coquetery, which is one of natures contradic-
tions. Formed Of the softest materials-of the
gentle smile and the soothing word, yet nothing
can exceed lis utter hard-heartedness. Its ele-
men is vanity, of the coolest, hearshest, and most
selfish order; it sacrifices all sense of right, all
kindly feelings, all pity for the sake of transient
triumph.
THE LONELY TAPER-There has always been
to me something ineXpressibly touching in the
single taper burning through the long and lonely
hours of silence and sleep. 1t must mark some
weary vigil; one, perhaps, by the sick couch,
where rests the pale face on which we dread ev-
cry moment to look our last. How the very
heart suspends its beating in the hushed stiffness
of the sick chamber what a history ofhopes, fears
and cares, are in its hours! How does love then
feel its utter fondness and its helplessness. How
is the more active business of the outward world
forgotten in the deep interest of the hushed world
in those darkened walls--a look, a tone, breath
is there of vital importance. With what tender
care the cup is raised to the feversh lip; with
what intense anxiety the color is watched on the
wasted cheek. How are the pulses counted on
the thin hand, and sometimes in van
Again, that lonely taper, how often is it the
companion and sign of studies for which the day
is too short--studies that steal the gloss from
the sunny hair, and the light from the overtaxed
eye.
POETRY AND LovE.-If there be poetry in this
world, it is the depths of an unrequted and an
imaginative passon--pure, dreaming, sacred
from all meaner cares and lower wishes; asking
no return, but feeling that life were little to law
ish on the loved one.
THE AUTUANAL LANDsCAPE.-Yet what a
gorgeous spectacle is on the autumnal landscape
The horse se-chesnut, with its rich mixture of or
ange and brown-the sycamore, with its warrior
scarlet--the coral red of the small leaves of the
hawthorn mixed together with an oriental point
AS if the year died like the Assyrian monarch
on pyre of all precious things Winding its
way in broken silver, the sunshine dancing on
every ripple, the Thames lay at the edge of the
grassy sweep. The blue sky, with the light
clouds on its surface was mirrored in the depths
of the river; but as if it lost somewhat ofits higE
tranquility, under the influence of our sphere
the reflection was agitated and tremulous, while
the reality was calm and still 1t is but the type
of our restless world, and the serene one to which
we aspire; we look up, and the heavens are above
holy and tranquil; we look down on their miTo
below, and they are varying and troubled.
Pleasure and EmjOyment.-Pleasure last!
forever, but enjoyment does not; the reason is
that the one lies around, and perpetually renew'
itself; but the other lies within, and eXhausts it
SELF
BEAUTY.-Sterne says that beauty has so ma
lnu cb,rp, E1,otxc nof how IN cDpak c
it and when it happens that graceful figure i
the habiaton Of virtuous soul, when the beau
ty of the face speaks out the modesty and hu
mity of the mind, and the business of the pro
portion raises our thoughts up to the heart ant
wisdom of the great Creator, something may bc
alowed it, and something to the embellishmen
which set il off; and yet, when the apology il
read, it will be found at last that beauty, likt
truth, never is so glorious as when it goes th'
plainest.
KNowLEDGE.--There are in knowledge thes
two exceencies; first, that it offers to every man
the most selfish and the most exalted, his pecu
. liar inducement to do good. 1t says to the ior
' mer " Serve mankind, and you serve yourself;
to the latter, "In choosing the best means t
Y secure your own happiness, you will have tn
s sublime inducement of promoting the happines
S of mankind."-The second excellence {
knowledge is that even the selfish man; whe
t he has once begun to love virtue from little me
e tives, loses the motive as he increases the love
l. and at last worships the Deity, where before h
n only coveted gold upon its altar.-E. 4. BUttce