Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1845-09-18

Parents.

Mothers be We fathers; and fathersl be We
mothers-one might say TO parents. For only
both seen together make out the human species
from Mars and Venus sprang Harmonic. The
husband does it by melting the powers the wife
by keeping up measure and harmony in them. A
man, with whom the State, or his own genius, lifts
the balance Of all energies TO the benefit Of a sin
gle one will always bring along with him this most
powerful one TO the task Of education the soldier
will give military the poet poetical the clergy
man pous educatIon but only the mother will
give human For woman needs to develope
nothing else in herself than merely the human be-
ing, and-as on an Eolian harp, no string of her
soul is superior to the other but the melody Of its
sounds emanates from and returns to harmony.
The COFFIN OF AN IEFANT.--It is a moving
sight, when one reflects upon the little human be-
ing concealed from sight, who passes from the slum-
bers on its mothers breast TO the sleep of death
whose eyes are closed upon the shining EARTH with
out having behed its parent, that with moist eyes
gazes after it; who was beloved without loving
whose little tongue mouders to dust without having
spoken, its face, without having smiled on our
mad world. These severed leaf buds Of earth will
already have found some stalk, on which sublime
Destiny engrafts them these flowers, which like
some earthly flowers close themselves to sleep in
the morning hours, will already have met another
morning sun TO open them again.
LovE--How much more vain is the love ofman
than his life! How often does fate employ the
warmest hearts das'rny che bsss, {as only burn-
ing glasses are used to reduce precious stones to
ashes.) and how many silent breast is nothing
but the sunken coffin of some pale beloved imagel
THE BURNING Goals OF SIN.-Carelessly doth
man IN his wild hours scatter around him the burn
ing Goals of his sin, and it is only when he lies
down in the grave, that behind him burn the Gotta
ges from the sparks he kindled and the pillar Of
smoke rises as pillar Of infamy upon his grave,
and stands there forevermore.
PHILosorHERs. Philosophers tear Nd the
stones from the pavement of Truth, less because
the citadel is bombarded, than because they have
this mans head and that mans window TO smash in.
HATE AND LoyE-We exhibit with less shame
the passions Of hate than of love-
THE CoNsUMIATIoN.-'T was twilight Seated
at the door of moss-covered cottage, was the
pride of the village-loveIy Phebe Her finely
moulded form-her exquisite and vouptuous bust
her classic and beautifully chisseled features
her sweet lips-teeth Of pearly whiteness-and
such eyes! two drops of liquid azure set in snow
all combined, twas enough TO melt the heart Of an
anchorite
Beside this angel, knelt youth, whose cheek,
pale as ashes, told the tale-he in lovei Tell
me, said he-in trembling accents-'Te me this
night my fate, Keep me in agony no longer. Tell
me what sacrifice shall undergo for you-you my
souls idol Command me to perform a pilgrims
age around this earth on burning coals--and it
shall be done Any thing--any thing--but cast
me not of. Plant dagger in my heart, but keep
me in suspense no onger Say, lovely Phebe-
will you-vW you be miney He trembled--his
heart throbbed-she saw he was ready to swoon--
a crimson flush mantled her cheek
Like the rich sunset meath Italics sky.
She took his hand in her tiny fngers--put her
smiling lips TO his ears, and whispered
'Obed, I shant be nOtkin' elseP
A new paper called The Piketonian, has Just
been issued at Pketon, Ohio. The editor says of
il -
The Piketonian is edited and published by Sam
uel Pike, at Piketon, Pike county, Ohio, upon the
turnpike which crosses the Scoto river, Astounding
with most delicious fish called pike and that the
courthouse in the said Piketon, Pike county. on
the turnpike, has noble pike as a vane, to show
that the icHd blOVs in favor of Pike all the time
Peace, contentment and health, form little
heaven on earth.