Smyrna times., 1854-08-30

"CelestIal happiness, whene'er she stoops
To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds
| And one alone---to make her sweet amends
! For absent Heaven-the bosom of friend.
Young.
The shadow creeps and creeps and is ever
looking over the shoulder of the sunshine"
In WHAT state soever fortune may ordain
man to dwell, the draught of mingled JOY and
sorrow will be placed to his lips. Affluence,
mediocrity and poverty partake equally of its
bitter and itssweet. The existence OF the old,
the middle-aged, and the young, is checkered
BY vicissitudes which similarly affect their VIC
Tins.
DisaPpointments, joys nipped in the bud,
hopes blasted, bright prospects beclouded, plea
sures dashed to earth on the eve of the consum-
nation, baffled efforts and razed ar-castles are
the predominant characteristics of life; never
theless, there are occasional sunny vstas, whose
glorious light, like the efnlgence of the blazing
orb of day, conceals every sombre spot upon the
surface of existence. Too many lightly esti-
mate the worth of their own happineSs-yeld
to irreconcllable sorrow, from bereavement,
reverse of fortune, or chimer!cal fobodngs of
evil-meet the adversary Of contentment half
way, and surrender, with sheathed sword, to
his pcac.-usurping, joy-crushing monarchy.
OF such a tone were the thoughts which
pcopled my mind, as l sat one evening quietly
regarding a gas light, on the opposite side ot
the street, from my window. II had just record
ed in my diary the death of Willard Smithson,
one with whom Ihad often 10 ned in extravagant
hilarity, and by whose loved side had often roved
through briary dingle-" through bonnie high
land heather" 1 raised my pen and concluded
G the solemn inscription:
"Wcre the clouds to pour a shower of golden
drops, would not accept them all, in exchange
for the recollections of Willard, the friend
. both OF my youth and ripper years. But dc
not murmur-I do not repine. Nay, have
) abundant cause to rejoice: he has been trans
planted from a thorny wild to garden of pc
renniel flowers. Though his stark, rigid body
lies emhroudcd in scLulchral habillments, be
meath the daisy roots, his freed spirit triumph
amid the fragrant blossoms of Paradise"
| ditcharged my pen, applied the key to
small casket which stood on the table befor
me and took thereirom white enamelled car
upon which was Wizards autograph. bnder
meath was penciled Whatever fate betid
me, my heart will turn to thee" He had give
me this when liie's morning sun was shInin
brightly upon him: ah, dreamed not that er
its rays should absorb the dew hom the vel
dure that grew along his pathway, the impartla
scythe of death would cut him away from m
gaze and incarcerate him in the ground prisoI
from my sympathy forever! Next, surveye
a handkerchief, neatly folded and tide wit
white ribbon, which was my deceased friend
dying donation. Fancy transported me agai
to the coach by which had kept unbroke
night vgils, during the last week OF his Hines
saw the fading blue eye, the blarched chee
the 1.-THE hand, and heard the family artculat
sentence, Il want to give you something, Pau
take this--keep it--for my sake" dried
starting tear with the souvenir and turned Il
eyes to ring that glistened upon my finger.
saw that ring again upon Wlllard's hand,
he brushed the light hair from his noble brC
in health's Joyous hour then, as his achi
head was Supported in the incpient stage
disease; then, quietly lying upon spotl'
. counterpane then, unconsciously tossed
feyer's impulse; then, alas in contrast W
the sober vestmeBts Of the tomb. Within
eonsecrated walls of plain, simple, coun
church, where, few months previous, the
loved form of my own dear father had laiI
looked upon Wizards features never to vi
that familiar countenance again! The
tear-filled eye had rested upon his face
calm, SO beautiful in death, and the last f
heart had sighed it's sorrowful adieu, wi
!, this pretty ring was gently drawn from
~ hand, and placed by weeping mother upon
-hearti Truthiully spoke DR.. Hodgson,w
!. from the sacred desk of that temple, he decls
iS Willard Smithson to have been "a young l
-, upon whom q widowed mother might sa
"a lean."
!" "By thy low grave blue waters glide,
n. Bright sunbeams sleep on the sweet til
- True memory whispers thou hast died
.,;,h Whose home in life was ever by my sid
un ID Young man, my brother, have you 10
gus friend, one whose memory is cherished az
,ithal wanderer cherishes the remembrance Of
from native hills ID his transatlantic home!
stars you relic, memento--sonething ne
,e she or wore--in that fast-locked, carefully
blown away ,reasure-box, in your private chambe
le,bc- Perhaps you think, at this moment Of the
dow in brown morocco case, upon which
"a optic nerves are so frequently went I'd DIVE
) ure You seek it--yes, here il is. Oh, it reser
+ - .o ssrik;nply vour cl0d-coyered John or Ge