The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1850-10-05
CarInism on the Rise.

lry in a neighborIng exchange paper. Asa
specimen Of transcendentaIi5m; it is a very
unique production. We regret to see so o
vicious style APPLIED to an obituary notice; i
The preceptsof religion and experience OF /
life coincide. The only beatitude is post.obit- $
uary. Iosper is our Phosphor. or our hap '
less existence the evening is the AHtofa.- s
Why do we not turn to il, and the SunAoI I
which makes IT'S perfect day, /
our desiring gn7 Clouds and darkness upon
our earthly horizon lower. No roseate shad-
nws there bloom Iii foul and pestllent
congregation of varors. It's rOinbows omen
tempests. lie sun is Iacklustre; light, crepus~
cular; and planets, malignant. i pours,
from Orie0s to sunset, pitless storm.
Earth is vale of tears. ltwas to the de-
ceased, happy valley. Its tears ottenes'
were tears II joy. The heavens solely limPid,
or with atTluent and ever-varying dyes rides,
tent, embowered with her. Auspicious stars
or her beamed. She, through green fields and
beside still waters, moved or reposed. OF rare
lustre and odor, petals, beneath which no hid-
den sngs lursed, primrOsed her path. Gems
pebbled it. Love, grace, afiluence and intel~
Eligence, decorated with her meek relulgence,
and guided her walk and conversation.
Q But all that beauty; all that wealth e'er
gave,
A wait alike that inevitable hour:--
Then raths of glory lead but TO the grave"
Death, as a hideous phantom, to some, rushes'
Lurid tcrrors reign his gldring Orbs. On his
brow is night. Slaverng loa'hsomeness sits
on the hungry trcmOr Of his jaws; and famish-
serpents Gil the ghastly skeleton Of his breast.
We shrink back and imPlore his stay. We
stretch out our arms. Shreks from our lips,
leap. Our fearful hair stands. Then, the
nerves, in the horrid contest, TAIL. The sunken
eyes forget, in glazing drynoss, their tears
0: chillhood's happy, happy home. the loved
ideas recur; a mothers hand through our curs
soltly playing, sisters kisses, sire's grey locks,
: and bromer'. virile front: the orchard, meadow,
| deep-tangled wildwood; the early sin and for
gotten prayers. Darkness begins to crush u.s.
Pie,y gasps its diving hymn. Guilt shudders'
the heart.stlngs crack, and life ia over.
Mortal existence is nugatory, and not desira
u Bile. The Valley of the Shadow of Death i
a vale of Tempe. Tile sickness Of the soul
2" hate, war, want, disease, ignorance; the i'll
10 we have can they be less than those w
= "know not o1"! Even normal life is but
y prolonged euthanasy, Ourtehements of cla
u are not Parthenons. The spirits OF US, az
70 ga people who dwell in tents" zephyr o
q falling palm-branch prosrates them. III
y, Desert, in which they now are, but Tor a da
80 pitched, is tor them less fit than beyond tn
VI rils of time, than Aruby the Blest-"whllf
g er we Journey" Let the long caravan
as days. now transporting thither us, exchang
e. for their camels. the speed of Arab stoed'
ne For. to whom are not the sands and smoon
o. of our probationary pilgrimage, painful.
ny The u,eramundune Future, how should
~ bend towards it, longing eyes. Here, we a
Gu confined. The insect hours eDcircIe with
'te their coral walls, the barks which bear our de
lis tines. Beyond this lagune rolls the ocea
ng our sails are for its depths, breezes, billo'
is and heavens, adapted. The ships which be
an our lates are "made to plough the deep,
ase not to rot by the wall" Why do we not
TO- fnrl our canvass sand praise the wind whi
10" waits us 10 the unknown shore"! i
vas pos,humous Future! The mighty hung
eN' of our souls, the holy amos-auri is there state
Yes Tor all is of love, knowledge, sympathy a
'a'F every social Joy, opulently aurllerous. H'
tu- we are less than in nesting adolescence -
rch sand embrayos must be, I'LL we burstthe sh'
IRE Yon ambient azure shell and spring to life
tins The lite Of Gods, o transport, and OF man."
the %Athough she had many ties to earth
,ul. was not aroid 0 die" ltseemed to me, t
ted the Destroyer as beautiful being, to
dis. diving mother glided. Thus, he, qm eqao :
md sal pede pddberant td5crpas, rGgan1qae turre'
nigh in tile myths Of Greece, portrayed. He ger
> of unbared her prison-house of clay. Th
in was not Ca great earthquake SO that the lou
W. ations of the prison were shaken" Its ba
H. were loosed and the heavenly apostle,
de.n beautiful spirit was in Dealh'j arms tend
his borne away,
the OF the deceased, the character was lustr'
til Of ly and symmenically shaped and tinted
hnal lineaments were prompt and Just decision
e an rare in woman; Imagination OF the qulc
d he sight, illumined ana invigorated by int
was gence above her sex, and truthfulness w
nder, neither outward temptation, nor serene,
lead, tive gaiety could mart charity, whose h
plrit. and ears never were to want or exculpa
closed Beautfying these were the vlrtu
the wife and hostess; s;-6reside amiabi
and felicity of manners in which diI
with an earnest suavity coalesced. Such
rosei lures gave to her life, its palchntude'
we despond? That life, is, of yet loV
one, the mother; o matre pulc6rG .tII'G
clirior