Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1846-11-28

Within, and with patience for the s'tvee
Smd hour anent The tpai"
Now quiet reIgns
Supreme. The nights dark and cold! not star,
Peeps out from its blue high home, to cheer one.
But hush!a voice breaks on the stiffness
"Alone! an unknown, homeless houseess thing
wand'rer, bereft Of friends, and pennyless,
Tread these silent streets vita anxious heart,
Waiting the hour that ushers daylight in.
o. every hand The princey ina nsions rise,
Telling tale Of luxury within.
The pour are here too, shisering beneath
The tattered covering thin und old.
Which lets the sea cliing north winds freely in,
But they are better off than |. Oh God!
1t was not always the time has been
When too lived, ami moved in higher spheres:
When on downy couch, my pamper'd limbs
Have lain: with case and fortune at my back;
When tawnng sycophants have strewn my path
With ev'ry pleasing bauble, and even pain,
And illness, have been made by soothings soft,
And words from gentle hearts, to sit SO light
That oft wished to have them still remain,
That might hear those gentle words again;
While eyes like sloes look'd on, and lilly hands,
Did lave my fever'd brow.
But It's all past,
And in my fail from high estate to this,
The haud of retriDulion PLAIN is seen.
o! she was fair pure girl, as guiltless,
And as innocent sleeping infancy
And her parents lov'd her as only parents can.
Sixteen summers had kissed the brow,
Which now shone sweelly, and the black gloss
Of the ravens wing was on her hair, which
Fell in negligent luxuriance round
neck Of fautless shape, and whiteness.
And then she was SO gentle and SO kind,
So confiding, and so unsuspecting,
That dark thought of wrong meier crossed her
mind.
She look'd on the world as vast theatre,
Where all were good, and honest, and sincere.
We WANDERED oft into the wild wood, and
Rambled in the moonlight along the streams
Which softly glided through our happy vale,
And we have roaln'd out when the moon was hid,
To contemplate the stars as they studded
The brow of the beautiful cerulan,
And then she would talk about them, wond'ring,
WIN sitHPHClty So chlu ike, II tney
Were like our earth, and if happy beings
Like ourselves dwet there, and il gay flowers,
And green fields, and singing birds, and mountains,
Were there; and if othe. stars shown down from
Homes as 70. above as those we gaz.d upon!
Time roll'd on,
And the tempter came. II an evil hour,
The fiend of passion whispered in my ear
Which ah! was to susceptible. Great God!
Where were thy ligh,nings when the hel lish act
Was done.
She is maniac now!
And in her rawlings, she doth talk over
Our happy wsndrIng-. and she prays for me!
And says will soon be back and then she
Tries to weep with very joy. but All! no
Tears are there!
All that had in the world is gone. Friends
Are dead, and fire, disease, and parasites
Have tak'n from me the rest.
But my brain wanders--and the cold has child
My vi,als--my limbs refuse their Offices
A pa in has seized my heart-and my pulse lhrobs
Slowly. Heavens!a strange shuddering has seized
My frame, and 10y chattering teeth, and my numb
limbs
Tell that I'm rery cold-very cold--
But all! glow begins to spread my system
Over, and my eyeds drop heavily
III sleep awhile-I'm warm and happy now.
My thoughts carry me back to the past--an d.
I-Mary--sweet Ma
Quietly the snow fell
n Tbo
Rude spade of citizen discoveries
Corpse next morn: none knew it-and none cared,
A coffin and grave closed all.