The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1844-02-22
j. H0LCoMB g. D. S. MURRAY PUBLISHERS
THE WING STUD EMIT.

Ambition Who can number thy vo
taries or thy viclims2 Who can picture
the wasting agonies, the burning tears
the blghted hopes, and early graves
which thou hast caused2 Could we lif
x the covering of the tomb, and look in up
on the youthful forms Wondering and
cold, dragged away in the midst Of life
and hope to be locked up in the sepu!-
chre, what could we call their destroyer,
but a child of hell! Yes, thou art devil
in an angels guise-',hy path is slrewn
with flowers, blooming and beautiful, but
beneath the deadly viper turks. Ardent
ly and perseverngy, we strive TO gain
the summit of the hill, where, in the
minds eye, flourish EIysan fields, forget.
ful that our feet press the surface ola vol.
cano
In a college. situated in the midst OF
lovely valley in the western part Of Mass
achusetts first saw L, S. He was a
gifted youth. His form was noble, his
coun.enance open and pleasing, and his
manners prepossessing. Upon his broad
and lofty brow, that dwelling Of the mind
the eve rested with admiration and rever-
enct', and traced there, as with an artists
skill, might be discerned deep lines OF
thought His eye, | seem to see it still,
dark and restless, now glowing like q
summers sun, and anon gazing with a
6xedness like The stare of the dead, as if
lost 10 the boundlessness of the souls i'm
aginings. TO stand first among the young,
the ardent, tue gifted 10 pluck the fair est
flowers that bloom upon the hill of sci
ence; 10 wear the greenesl garland that
fame can wreathe, where VOWS which
were often uttered by this favorite OF na-
ture's sons Often have [ seen the mid
night lamp burning at his window, while
his associates were gathering in clubs, 10
plot some scheme for lhwarting the whole
some regulations Of the faculty, or dream
ing away The hour, upon the pillow olre-
pose. Neither the charms of society, nor
he sweets of slumber, nor the presages oil
death could break the spell which ambl-
ton had thrown around him. His books
were his idols, and daily and nightly, he
bowed 10 them with The devoledness of a
Eiindoo worshipper. The hue of hea It'll
gradually lorsook his check, and slight
hectic there to'd that his days were numb
cred. | demonstrated aud tntrtaled; |
warned him with tears; Reminded him
Of the dunes he owed his God and his
country, Of The hopes Ct his aged widow
ed mother, aud besought him to give up
The uuhoy confess. But in vain. l
might as well have reasoned with man
lac. might as well have poured my en-
Treaties on The ear of death
Ii was ACKNOWLEDGEMENT day. The morn
ing sun rose cloudIess and poured lis ra-
diant beams upon the glossy stream that
slowly winds along the valley of W.
The rafting ofcarriage wheels,-the hur-
rying footsteps Of the gathering lhrong,-
The sound of laughter and shout from
groups assembled on the college green
around some wild associate, might well
have dspellcd the gloom OF the saddest
heart. Many had assembled 10 look
again upon their Alma Mater, and 10 join
The circle of old companions, which
each returning autumn beheld diminish
ed. The long line Of students marching
at the sound of music, that ffoalcd sweetly
on the breath of morning, the waving Of
banners, and Shouts of The gathering null
liude, aud earnest greetings of friends long
parted, were among the things that make
this day green spot in the pilgrimage OF
life.
There was one who mingled not in
these hi!arlies. hurried from the
crowd aud stood by dying bed. The 81
lence Of midnight reigned in the curtalned
room, broken only by the sobs of an aged
mother whose heart was breaking for her
dying son. Her heaving bosom, and