The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-09-20

righteousness OF the saints"
In one of the passages Of this feryent
and golden-hearted historian, as well as
poet, the browning charm lies in de.
soriptive phrase which frequently &C.
ours in the Bible. GAS the soldiers
were carrying him (Sir John Moore)
slowly along, he made them frequently
turn round, that he might see the field
OF battle, and listen to the firing, and he
was pleased when the sound grew faint
er. A spring wagon came up, bearing
Col. Wynch, who was wounded: the
colonel asked who was in the blanket,
and being told it was Sir John Moore,
wished him to be placed in the wagon.
Sir John asked one of the Highlanders,
whether he thought the wagon or the
blanket the best, and the man said, he
blanket would not shake him so much,
as he and the other soldiers would keep
the step and carry HIM easy. SO they
proceeded with him to his quarters at
Corunna, meepins as they wsnt."
CampbelFs expression
CHER march is on the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep"
will remind you of the Psalmist's-
"Thy path is in the sea, and thy foot
steps in the great Deep When poet
said that an Apollo Belvidere appears to
have shot the arrow, "less by an effort
than command" he expressed a noble
idea, worthy the deity in stone. But
when Habekkuk says of the Holy One,
Gle stood-and measured the earth, he
beheld-and drove asundsr the nations"
the sublime conception of power e1er.
cised by the mere volition OF will, is
carried to a height worthy the true living
God--the God ofheaven Young well
expresses the same style OF sentiment:
"Whose word wa, Natures birth,
The shadow of whose hand is Natures shield
Her dissolution, his suspended smile.'
But the grand treasure house for
thoughts of this order is the Old Tesla.
mcnt: Thou openest thine hand, they
are filled with good: thou hidest thy
face, they are troubled; thou takest away
their breath, they die and return to their
dust; thou sendest forth thy Spirit they
are created; and thou renewest the face
of the earth. The glory of the Lord
shall endure forever; the Lord shall re-
joice in his works. He lool,eth on the
earth, and it trembleth; he toucheth the
hills, and they smoke"
Washington Irving says Of the oak,
that it 'asslmilates in the grandeur of
its attributes, to heroic and intellectual
man: and is an emblem of what a no.
bIeman should be--a refuge for the
weak, a shelter for the oppressed, and
defence for the detenc-less; warding off
from them the peltings of the storm, or
the scorching rays of arbitrary power"
y line simiiitude, but not, surely, finer
than the prophets: "The tree that thon
sawest, which grew and was strong;
whose height reached unto heaven, and
the sight thereof to all the earth; whose
leaves were fair, and the fruit thereof
much, and in it was meat for all; under
which the beasts of the field dwelt, and
upon whose branches the fowls of the
heaven had their hob'ation. 1t is thou.
o king, that are grown and become
strong" -.hiss Jeusbury.
any Own GREEN LAND."-Mr.
Greeley closes his letters from Europe
with the following eloquent passage:
"Wnth glow of unwonted rapture |
see our stately vessels Prov turned to-
wards the setting sun, and strive to re-
alize that only some ten days separate
me from those | know and love best on !
earth. Hank! the last gun announces
that the mail-boat has left US, and that
we are fairly alloat on our ocean Jour
ney; the shores Of Europe recele from
our vision; the watery waste is all around
us; and now with God above and Death
below, our gallant barque and her clus-
tered company together brave the dam
gers of the mighty deep. May Infinite
Mercy watch over our onward path ond
bring us safely to our several homes; for
to die away from home and kindred
seems one of the saddest caamites that
could befall me. This mortal tenement
would rest uneasily in an ocean shroud;
this spirit reluctantly resign that tene.
ment to the chill and pittiless brine;
these eyes close regretfully on the strsn-
ger skies and bleak inhospitality of the
sullen and stormy main. No let me
see once more the scene SO well remem-
bered and beloved let me grasp if but
once again, the hand of friendship and
hear the thrilling accents Of proved AT
fiction, and when sooner or later the
hour of mortal agony shall come, let my
last gaze be fixed on eyes that will not
forget me when am gone, and let my
ashes repose in that congenal soil which
however | may there be esteemed or
hated, is still
My own green land forever
AwFvL.-To kiss a rosy-ctreekrd girl