Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1846-03-21

city oil It's course, as we saw II ecllpsng
the old luminares in succession; until it
touched our orbit, and visited US in con-
| hagration.
1t was said that Pitt died OF broken
heart, in despair Of the prospects of Eng
land. The defeat Of Austerltz was pro-.
nounced his death blo4 What thoughts
may cluster round the sleepless pillow,
who shall tell? But no man knew Eng.
land better: none had bolder faith 10
her perseverance and principle; none had
more broadly laid the foundations of vic
tory in national honor. | shall never be
driven into the belief that William Pitt
despaired Of his country.
He died in the vigor Of his genius, in
the proudest struggle Of the empire, nI
the midst of the deepest trial which for al
thousand years had demanded all the "a.
cullies Of England. Yet what man with.
in human recollection had lived so long,
if we are to reckon life not by the calen-
dar but by ,riumphs? What minister of
England, what minister of Europe, but
himself was the head Of his government
for three and twenty years? What man
had attained so high an European rank?
What mind had influenced so large an ex.
tent Of European interests?--What name
was SO instnctively pronounced by every
nation, as the first among mankind? To
have earned distinctions like these, was 10
have obtained all that time could give.
Not half a century in years, Pitts true
age was patriarchal.
| was now but a spectator--My con-
nection with public life was broken off
Every name with which had been asso-
clated was swept away; and stood like a
man flung from shipwreck upon a shore,
where every face which he met was that
of stranger, | was still in Parliament,
but felt Ioathing after public exertions.
From habit had almost identified office
with the memorable men whom had
seen governing so long; and the new faces,
the new defamation, and the new princi-
pies, which the ministerial change
brought before me nightly, startled my
feelings even less as new than as incon-
gruous. admitted the ability, the occa-
sonal intelligence, and perhaps even the
patriotism Of the cabinet; but in those
reveries (the natural refuge from long
debate,) memory so often peopIed the
Treasury Bench with the forms of Pitt
and his distinguished coadjutors and so
filled my ear with his sonori.
Gus periods and heightened principles.
that when was reused to the reality, Il
felt as those who have some great per-
former in one Of Shakspeare's characters,
until no excellence Of his successor can
embody the conception once more.
retired from the tumut of London,
and returned to taste which had never
wholly forgotten; taking small resi-
1ence within few miles Of this centre
Of the living world, and. devoting my
leisure to the enjoymenls of that life,
which, in the purest days Of man, was
given TO him as the happiest, to dress the
garden, and keep it, Clotilde in all her
astes joined with mine, or rattle led them,
With the instructive elegance Of female
mind, accomplished in every grace of ed
lcation. We read, wrote, walked, talked
Ind pruned our rose-trees and gathered
'ur carnations and yolets, together. She
lad already given me those pledges,
which, while they increase the axiety,
llso increase the affection Of welded life.
The education of our children was new
ource Of interest. They were handsome
md healthy. Their little sports, the
growth Of their young perceptions, and
he fresh lights Of society without their
ard when, after returning
rom day spent in the noise of London,
reached my rustic gate, heard the cheer
ul voices Of the little population that
ushed down the fowery avenue to cling
Ipon my neck; and at the door Of my cot
age, with my arm round the waist ofmy I
eautiful and fond wife, breathing the q
vening fragrance OF thousad blooms, I
nd enjoying the cool air, and the purple 6
,lories OF the sky--I often wondered why i
nen should seek for happiness in any L
Their scene; and felt gratitude, not the $
ess sincere for its being calm and solemn {
0 the Giver OF lot so nearly approach S
ng to human fitness Of Joy. v
But the world rolls on, let who will n
lumber among its roses.--The political il
World was awaked by a thunder-clap. a
COX died. He was just six months a
Such is ambition, such is am l
ition, such is the world. He died like Il
lit, in the zenith Of his powers, with his C
Idgment improved and his passions mltl' s.
ated, with the noblest prospects pub Il
C utility before his eyes, and the maJes' Il
&c responsibilities Of British minister Il
ssuming their natural rank in his caPa- v
ious mind. The times, too we're darken- Il
lg; and another 'lodestar' was thus strlk' 81
n from the national hemisphere, at the 81
when the nation most wanted CT
uidance. The lights which remained P
vere many; but they we're vague, ieebIe''tl