Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-07-08

shade-born beetle wheels his dreary
fight, and the roaring lion of the desert
hath made his lair in the sepulcher Of
the Savior The musing traveller IN
vain searches for the splendid temple Of
Solomon: its crumbling columns are
. beneath his feet its sublime imagery is
pictured in the landscape of imagination,
but its glory has departed forever. Oh,
where are the millions of once active be-
ings, who inhabited the sacred city, and
whose voices once made the temple vocal
with songs Of praise? Alas, they are
lost amid the undislinguishable wrecks OF
time. Their bones are bleaching on
their native hills, even more desolate than
their once celebrated city. Time, like
death, is an impartial conqueror. The
monuments of genius and art fall alike be-
fore him in the path Of his irresistible
might. He has uprooted the firm found
alton of greatness and grandeur, and
desolated the gardens of oriental genius.
Methinks 1 see him pointing with tri-
umph to the tottering temples of Greece,
and smiling at the ruins of Athens and
| Sparta, the home of that illustrious phi
losopher, who gave learning to the i'm
perial son of Philip, and where Scion
and Lycurgus gave laws to the world.
But these cities are in ruins their phi
losophers are dumb in death the Aca-
DENY, the Porch and the Lyceum nc
longer resound with the doctrines Of
Plato, Zeno, and their illustrious compe-
titors. Their fame alone has survived
the general wreck. What a lesson i:
this for the growing empires of the earth
Greece, the glory of the world, the brigh
luminary Of learning, liberty, and laws
PROSTATE in the dust:-her light of genius
and the arts quenched in the long nigh
of time, and her philosophers, heroes
statesmen, and poets mingling with tn,
fragments of her fallen grandeur.
Go to the temple of Diana and Ephe
sus, and that oracle Of Delphos, and asl
the story Of her renown, the story Of he
dissolution. That temple has long sine
dissolved in a food of fame. and the las
echo of the oracle died upon the lips G
Eolus. But she fell not before tn
flaming sword of Mahomet without
struggle. 1t was the last and expirin
struggle of brave and illustrious rae,
and her fall was like that of the Colossu
+ of Rhodes-she was recognized alone
e the fragments of her renown. Whe
= the conquering arm of Rome spread th
{ imperial banner above her walls, her Ii
z, erature and learning survived the fall
d but when the second time she fell benea
e the Tartan horde, the last CLEAN of Or
Il clan glory was extinguished in Bryant
n um's tomb. Mournful to the minds
e man are the records of departed grea
IF ness. Where is the imperial city of Il
- Caesars, the once proud mistress of a su
b. jugated world? She lies low, but st
to mighty in the dust. Methinks l am Sc;
le ed amid the melancholy ruins of Ron
IN Around me are strewn the crumbli
ne fragments of the past, and before me &
in tumbling temples once hallowed by I
ed footsteps of the Caesars. But where
of the cottage of Romulus, the golden p
he ace of Nero, and the shrine of Apo
n and the MUSES.? They are mingled W
nd theruins of other times. And where is
his great Roman Forum. in which the thu
los ders of Cicero's eloquence once strr
Of terror to tyrants? There the sheph
Or boy roams, and the feecy hocks I
Wy feed. There, where the tribunal,
ing roStrum, the Commitium, and the c
es- once stood, the lean lizard now cray
an. and the rank grass waves in the gel
the breeze. Those walls are now sill
He where the tongue of a Tully once tn
- dered, and the applause of listening
nds ators reverberated. Where is that
3nts pendous pile, the coliseum, which ST
tri- in ancient days like mountain of 4
nd BILE, where the strong armed gladi
i'm bled and the untamed tigers of the fo
nee, died? Behold, it stands tottering in
olu- cay, but the thousands Of spectators
5 of departed, and the shouts of appl
pass have died ia echoes along the ruined a
lere es. The red sun goes down and s.
'nce its last ray upon the gray battlements
are the mellow moonbeam Glimmers thr,
her the iyy-crowned walls and gloomy Q
on ries. The footsteps Of the solitary
ndal eler now echo along where the Ca
the once applauded, and the clash ofthe
here bat resounded. Go muse over the
ado en- forums of Trojan, Nerva, and Z
for tian-a few pillars Of Parian nj
fed alone remain to tell the world that
are once have been. Could the shades {
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