The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1849-06-27

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| IsvocATyoN @ i
oh, my loved mistress, thou whose spirit still
is Will me, round me, wander where l wi les
| 1t is for III se, for thee alone seek
|: The paths of glory; to light up Thy cheek
| With warm approx yal--in that gentle look,
10 read my praise, as in an angei' 3 book,
| And think all tolls warded, when frcan thee
] gain q stnilo worth Immortality,
fsfSS6W shall / boar: the moment, When restored
To that young heart W here Il alone am lord,
Though ofspct bliss unworthY VI -since the best
| Alone deserve to he the happiest: - 81.
When from those lips, unbreathed upon for
years,
IIehall again kiss off the soul-felt tears.
| And find those tears warm as when last they
started, S5s y,i No. 81 s8 i,:5
Those sacred kisses pure az when we parted.
| O my own life.-why should single day,
a moment keep me from those arms awayl
LALLA RooKH.
Towhom you betray your secret you be-
tray your liberty. Wealth is not his who
gots it, but his who enjoysit. When a man
is not liked, whatever he does is amiss--
| Who will not keep a penny. will never have
many. We are bound to be honest, but not
to be rich. At the gate which hsuspcion en-
ters, love goes out
Bellies AND DAHLrAs.-A modern writer,
who has evidently deeply studied the most
"Dahas are like most beautiful women
without intellectually; thry strike yaa with
astonishment by their exterior splendor, but
are miserably destitute of those properties
which distinguish and render agreeable leas
| imposing flowers Had nature given the
fragrance of the rose or stock to the dahlia, it
would have been the most magnificent gem
Of the garden-but wanting scent, it is like
| fine woman without asmind.''
:, EPIGRAnIs.
'Flacus' his hapless loves rel,earses
In strains that read like nonsense verses,
Yet sometimes makes slight pretence
| To poetry and common sense.
i"Flacus," thou'rt too much shalt and half"
Dost mean to make us cry, or laugh!
Too serious for buresque thou art;
Too like burlcsque to touch the heart.
| To particularly execrable Flute Player
The lyrc Of Orpheus moved both beasts and
! men; "a s..
Your flute, Enodes, does the same; but then
There's this slight difference: when he would
play
10 him they ran-from you theyerun away.
saw mourner standing at eventide over
the grave OF one dearest to him on earth.---
The memory of joys that were past came
crowding on his soul aAnd this said he,
"is all that remains of ono so loved and SO
lovely! called, but no voice answers. O,
my loved will not hear! o Death! inexora-
BILE Death! what hast thou done! I.etme lie
down and forget my sorrow in the slumber of
the gravel"
When he thought thus in agony, the form
OF Christianity came by. He heard the song
and transport of the great multitude which no
man can number, around the throne; there
We're the spirits Of the Just made perfect,
there the spirit of her he mourned Their
happiness was pure, permanent and perfect.
The mournef then wiped the tear from, his
eye, took courage, and thanked God; sall the
days Of my appointed time,'' said lie, "will /
wait till my change comes;' and he returned
to the duties Of life, no longer sorrowing as
those who have no hope.
Editors must respect themselves if thev
would be respected by others, and must cease
to be mere cats-paws for political demagouges.
1t is toilsome life in which man is seldom
compensated for his labor. Few Of the pro-
fession are selected to fill public stations, al
though no persons undergo moro fatigue of
body and mind to elevate others CLIPPER.
THE SPIRIT OF PEACE.
Where hath the spirit Of peace his home?
Loves he o'cr the earth or ocean to roam!
He dwells in the deep sequestered glade,
Where the lovers step ha h a foot path made:
lie turks in the bowers where birds have sung
10 their futterng mates when the day was
young;
BY the river pool, meath the waterfall,
Where the rock-sprung trees have formed
pail,
Solemn and dark DER the ,lepth--below,
As bestbcits its majestic flow;
Where hidden wild flowers scent the air
Be sure tho Spirit of Peace is there.
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In the woods at eve, when the birds are still.
And naught is heard but tho tiny rill,
Which, noon and night, makes music sweet,
As it leaps its brother rill to meet;
Where naught is seen by, tho straininr eve.
But the :rees, like spectres, standing by
have met with thu woodlands lowly cot.
Wherc thought that the home of man was
not;
have heard his evening praise and PRAYER,
And felt thatth spirit of peace was there
BOOKS.
Let us consider how great commodity of
doctrine exists in books; how ensily, how Sc
cretly, how safely they expose the nakedness
OF human ignorance without putting it to
shame. These are the masters who instruct
us with rods and ferliles, without hard words
and anger, without clothes or money. IF YOU
approach them they are not sleep; if in in
Vestigatng you interrogate them, they conceal
nothing; II you are ignorant hey cannot laugh
at you.--[ Philobiblion, by Richard de Bury,
written i'm the reipn of Edward TIT and Ioto