Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1851-07-25
sI,iae Child Of Earth.

Fainter her slow step falls from day to day. 8 fs )
Deaths hand is heavy on her dark ming brow
81 am content Is debut oh not now
S Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring
Make the warm air such luxury to BREATHE
Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing
Not while the bright flowers around footsteps wreath
Spare me, great God! lift up my dropping brow,
am content to debut oh! not now ?!
The Spring has ripen'd into summer time,
The seasons viewless bound'ry is past;
The glorious sun hath reached his burning prime
Oh, must this glimpse of beauty be the last!
8. Let not perish, while Ger land and sea,
With silent steps, the lord of light moves on;
Nor while the murmur of the mountain bee
Grees my dull ear with music in its tone
Pale sickness dims my eye, and clouds my brow,
am content to debut oh! not now!'
Summer is gone and Autumns soberer hues
Tint the ripe fruits, and gid the waving corn
The huntsiaan swift the flying game pursues,
Shouts the halloo and winds his eager horn
"Spare me awhile, to wander forth and gaze
On the broad meadows and the quiet stream;
To watch in silence while the evening rays
Start through the fading trees with ruddy CLEAN.
Cooler the breezes play around p my broy'
The bleak wind whistles snow showers far and near,
Drift without echo to the whitening ground;
Autumn hath passed away, and cold and drear
Winter stalks on, with frozen mantle bound.
Yet still that prayer escapes: 50 Oh aughingly
My little brothers round the warm heart crowd
Our home fire blaZes broad and bright and high,
And the roof rings with voices light and loud.
Spare me awhile! raise up my dropping bro"
I'm content to debut oh not now!
The Spring has come again-the joyful spring!
Again the banks with clustering flowers spread;
The wild bird dips upon its wanton wing
The Child OF Earth is numbered with the dead!
6 Thee, never more the sunshine shall awake
Beaming alredly through the lattice pane;
The steps of friends thy sumbers may not break,
Nor fond familiar voice arouse again!
Deaths silent shadows veil thy darkened brow,
Why didst thou linger? Thou are happier now!
FORESTS Forrest is about the stage. He
will appear at the Broadway Theatre the 18th of Sept
When does he make his last appearance :!
E,1:4o. &c a. N1,,,t,:,, pa,,~a,
Ashvlle n c., aims the following at the great Per-
nambucator
"Gen Edney, United States consul to land from
Pernambuco, is expected here soon. He is destined
to renown, for his g Tracks of a Traveller are en-
ough to immortalize any enc. ! am trying to pro-
cure a full series of these luminous epistles from
which to collect extracts under the title of The
Beauties of Edney." We have ''The Beauties Of
Irving why not those of Edney For instance
such as his description of Niagara Falls, which he
lkens to the vaulted arch of Heaven turned bottom
upwards like bowl, and stream large as the
stream of life pouring into it And then again his
opinion that The Bride of Abydos is the best poem
Shakespeare ever wrote. He has also seen Varona
renowned the place where Lord Byron has laio
the scene of Romeo and Juliet. These are only d
few of the Beauties but enough to show the char
acter of them all. The General was born to-
die"
Father Mathew left Cincinnati Thursday last for Pitts
burg 1t appears by the following extract of letter fror
him. declining to to Chicago that his increasing feeble
of health will compel him to his abors in thi
country and hasten home. He Alas time and in
trinity rapidly doing their work fresh attack CT
nsdious malady paralysis has seriously debtated fee
BILE constitution and has imposed the sad necessity
declining any invitation that would protract my stay
America beyond the close of August when propose biddn
final though reluctant farewell kind vrtuous
nobe-hearted citizens of this great Republic
BaE@JENNY LIMBS two concerts at Albany yielde
her, in gross about $500 each. She has take
rooms at the Hotel at Niacara Falls JENNY does ne
seem to draw as we'll as formerly. BARNUM n
doubt felt the turn of the tide, and got ont of tn
| speculation ust at the right time.
Beg=The Bloomer Costume is extending. All tn
organ grinders in the Northern cities dress the
monkeys in it. 1t is quite becoming -to a mon
key.
An old writer thus described a talkative female
Il know lady that talks so necessarily, that sf