The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-10-28


: suer |? Sad fate, his carrier is broker
|, aUd unless a spark of his betterself il
, left to kindle life anew, he becomes |,
, corpse among the living.
Such is the sorrowfuf daguerreotype
of the present, in q frame Of dazzlire
glimmcr to cover the wrinkled counte.
nance of an alluring and certain proba.
bility. Sad the picture we are aware
yet not overrated tits but feeble
sketch of a pen that oft, too often, has
witnessed its woeful realities.
| Wealth thus accumulated in the
steam -cngine-school of trade, will never
give real security Of enjoyment to the
possessor, and no guaranty for an undis-
turbed peace. Though dearly it be
bought, sting is in it which penetrates
deeper than all the promises it would
give of Cancellation for former outlays.
What is this clinging fortune 7 tits like
the shadow whose substance at the best,
by the grasp after possession, will pass
into oblivion, morning dream that as
soon as the rude unwelcome hand of
day awakes the slumberer, his golden
landscape must needs escape from his
vision. And yet, though riches are
rolling fast like the Avalanche with
irresistible power from the giddy snowy
peak, mems inventive genius will dam
its downward course, even with soul and
body at stake.
Our modern musician, the shrill yell
ing whistle, is singing a lullaby, or rather
a heart and ear rending funeral song to
monopoly's reign, while the worlds
congratulating voice is chanting the
chorus in equally tuned discord, but all,
a dirgs, mournful and sad, seems also
to be given to the happy days Of time
honored home-spun, when home-culture
and contentmeut were thought the indis-
pensable companions, which only could
bestow comfort and enjoyment TO the
family circles at home and society at
large. These were the riches, the fer
tunes, the wealth, that made kings envy
the cottage; diadem more costly than
could be found in all the glittering
crowns on monarchial powdered wigs
Woeful times when mems blindness has
to seek in the airy castles bis imagina-
ton pictures him afar off, for the jewel
he could find near his cottage door.
Riches necessary for human life do
not exist exclusively in possessing the
rolling metal, there's something higher,
nobler, which money never yet has
secured or bought.
To mourn that the steam engine of
progress sweeps by our threshold, would
indeed betray a weak mind. Times
march teaches men to make the best
use Of all Providence has provided us
with, especially in this bountiful age, but
forgetting to secure those riches in the
journey of life which are destined as
lasting treasures, which, while they sup.
ply the pilgrims wants, both physical
and mental, will also be support to
him, Ger the brink to eternity, is more
than exposing weakness of reason-tis
verging on insanity. Travel onward
then, in the railcar of life, seek riches
abroad when at home they are not to
be found, and if by honesty fate crowns
thy'endeavors with success, use the wealth
as blessing, talent given thee from
above. Yes, use them as the means
that while they secure happiness and
contentment for thine own freside, will
also provide for society at large, of which
thou art member not dead, but living.
Thus the smallest gift kind Provi-
dence bcstows upon us will be the treas
ure in whose inestimable wishes we pos
sess the wealth, unknown to the narrow
limited shrine, though millions bestowed
therein, yet without soul and life--even
contentment of heart and usefulness to
those around us. 3.