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From the Crystal. DEATH OF THE FLOWERS.
HENRY SECOND OF ENGLAND. The melancholly days are come, the sadest
BY A LADY.
“ How starper than a serpent's tooth it is Of wailing winds, and paked woods, and
To have a thankless child. SHAKESP. meadows browu and sere ; Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the sum. Monarch !-there's paleness on thy brow,mer leaves lie dead
Hath sickness blanch'd thy cheek?They rustle to the edying-wind, and to the
A pang doth set its scal even now rabbit's tread :
Which language fails to speak ;The robin and the wren are flown; and from the crown gleams radient on thy head, the shrubs, the Jay,
Thy royal robes are gay, And from the wood-lop calls the crow, thro'
Far realms behold thy might with dread, all the gloomy day.
And Albion lords thy sway.-Where are the flowers, the bright, young flow. Though valiant, wise, and glorious, King, ers, that smiled beneath the feet,
What demon blasts thy days? Of hues so passing beautiful, and breath so
What wo hath power a breast to wring passing sweet? Alas: they all are in their graves--the lovely || 1 question d long, ere word or tone
Which pride and envy praise ! race of flowers,
From his stern lip did part,Are lying in their lonely beds, with the fair
At length there rose a hollow moan, and good of ours.
" Go,-ask a father's heart!" The rain is falling on their graves ;-but the chill November rain
" What!--are thy princely sons laid low Calls not, from out the silent earth, the lovely
In honour's scutcheon'd bed ? ones again.
And therefore do thy sorrows flow The wild flower and the violet, they perished
To wail the early dead ?"-
From the Hesperus.
Far, far on the track of past years, And the yellow Sun-flower by the brook, in Still bright in its smiles and its tears, Autumn beauty stood
The home of my childhood appears, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold Heaven, With an interest which distance endears.
as falls the plague on men, Aud the blossom never smiled again by up o, ne'er will its warm sunny ray, laud glade or glen.
From my love bosom vanish away,
But will shine at the close of life's day, And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as Undimmed in the midst of decay.
still such days must come, To call the squirrel and the bee, from out
The smile of affection that calls their winter toine;
The lone wanderer back to its halls, When the sound of dropping outs is heard,
May triumph o'er time's fated tbralls, though all the leaves are still,
Ere its' shade of forgetfulness falls. And wrinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill:
With friends we may part with emotion, Then the south-wind searches for the flowers,
But home claims the heart's still devotion, whose fragrance late he bore,
As beaconfires may shine o'er the ocean, And sighs to find them in the field, and by
Uoquenched by its waves' wild commotion, the stream no more.
Ives. And then I think of one, who in her youthful beauty died,
WORCESTER TALISMAN. The fair, meek blossom that grew up, and faded by my side ;
Published every other Saturday morning, by In the cold, moist earth, we laid her, when DORR & HOWLAND, Worcester, (Mass.) at $1 the tempest cast the leaf
a year, payable in advance. And we wept that one so lovely should have
Agents paying five dollars will be enti* a life so brief:
tled to receive six copies. Yet not uumeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours,
R Letters, intended for TAE TALISMAN, So buoyant and so beautiful,should perish like must be post paid to insure attention. the flowers.
GRIFFIN AND MORRILL....PRINTERS.
would wander away alone to enjoy some lone
ly soliiude, and often bas he been known to FOR THE TALISMAN.
stand by the hour together, wrapped in a proA FRAGMENT.
found reverie, gazing at the translucent ripples DISCOVERED IN COUSIN CALEB'S TABLE
of a bubbling lirook, or the broad expanse of a
mighty river. But where am I wandering? It DRAWER.
was not my intention to delineate Thomas's Thomas Davis was always a firm and whole character when I commenced, neither staunch friend of mine, notwithstanding his should I have ventured to say any thing conpeculiar character. He was rather eccentric
cerning him, had it not been for one incident withal; having a decent opinion of himself,
in his list, the occurrence of which delighted (who has not?) and a great admirer of the la. Thomas was a dupe to flattery, and by dies. Tom, being human, necessarily bad Hattering himself and being flattered by others his faults; but they were not of so glaring a for their own diversion, he had wrough: bis character as to cause the enmity of any per mind to believe that the lovely Miss Waler. son living, but rather were of that kind which
man whose generated sport anion. his associates ; and
16 rich soft hair, consequently, he was often the laughing stock of the company when absent, although his Fell, like the beams of morning on the prow
In radiant ringlets down her bosom fair presence was greeted with glad smiles and similar bearts. We all were delighted with
Of the light beaving bark," his company, and certainly, a better hearted was to be his partner through lile, and share fellow never lived. But Thomas was led a
with him its various trials and afflictions, its stray by
jogs and its sorrows.
Diffidence wus a family
iailing among the Davis's, and in truth, ThomThat passion which springs in the depth of the as inherited no small portion of it. This hung soul,
as ponderous a weight upon his mind as time Whose beginnings are virginly pure as the does upon the hands of the indolent. His case
was desperate, but he eventually acquired Of some mountainous rivulet, destined to roll
confidence to go upon an adventure in which As a torrent, ere long losing peace in its ne considered that his whole happiness for life
was staked. This was the very circumstance that spoiled It was a beautiful evening in the summer. Thomas; he believed females, to be a race of The moon was walking majestically in brightbeings entirely distinct, and in most points ness beyurid a light and f-ecy cloud, which was vastly different from men, and thought that soen wandering alone in the sky like a being they would be better pleased with the frip lost in the wilderness. Not a breath of air was pery of dress, than the decorations of the stiring among the trees, but their dewy leaves heart; and with a superficial polish of man were reposing in the moon-light, sparkling like ners, than the high cultivation of the mind. a bed of diamonds. The world was sunk in Here, I say, was Thomas's error; for this idol repose that seemed as sweet and quiet as an atry of the ladies caused him to take upon iniant's dream, while thousands of happy in. himself so many disagreeable airs, that he ren sects were lulling it with their potes of melodered every person in his society uncomforta- || dy. Setting at iny window to enjoy the goodble. Sociability was interrupied and ibat free to prospect which nature spread before me, I don and ease which is the very zest of friend beheld Thomas pass, and knew, as it were in. ly conversation was vanished. Another disa | Luitively, the object of his night walking. He tinguishing trait of my friend's character was, hastened upon bis way with a step as light (and I consider it as a convincing proof that ard buoyant as a dancing leaf. His breast love and poetry are connected) a great love was beating high in hope, and his spirits were of romance and poetry. His thoughts seemed elevated by his fond expectations. to be moulded in a romantic mind. He drank To precisely half an hour, Thomas passed inspiration from a beautiful landscape, and read my window in a retrogade direction with a slow volumes of poetry in the glistening stars. Helland melancholy step, repeating to himself,
I feel like one
haps after supper to see them form a circle a. Who treads alone
round the blazing hearth, was a scene of hapa Some banquet hall deserted,
piness perfectly delineated.t About this time Whose lights are fled,
being called a way upon business, had to visit Whose garlands dead,
several of our large towns and cities, I strict. And all but be departed!"
ly observed those of my acquaintances who
had partaken of the sweets of matrimony.FOR THE TALISMAN.
Taking the sum-total of their pleasures and ANTI-MATRIMONIALISTS. happiness and comparing them with my own, The Editor differs entirely in his views of the I assure you my belief in bachelorism was fast matrimonial state from the writer of the follow
failing. My doctrines grew weaker and weak:
er, until I arrived in the town where you are ing piece, but as he appears to have written in located, (and you cannot name one more pleasthe honest sincerity of his heart, his views upon ant to my taste,) when down they went with the subject, and is desirous of having them in
a tremendous crash upon my pride. I took a print, the editor has inserted the communica
room frouting the street, where I could see the
passers-by on both sides. I soon had a call tion.
from a friend, almost the only one I had in What a clay cold heart must that man pos- town, who knowing my former principles, coon sess, how lost to all the feelings and delights | began to crack his jokes over my poor weathof nature must he be who in his sober senses
er-beaten bachelor head, which I had not the can curse the sacred union of marriage. What heart to repel had it been in my power. In a coid, chilled, frozen, soul must he inherit,
the mean time, I saw many pretty faces pass who can bar the entrance of one glow of ad. the window and not one of them but my friend miration, when witnessing the mutual accord
would give me to know who they were. “ All ance of iwo ardent hearts, and corresponding | attractions," said he, “and if you will make minds, that have been bound together by nup
a short stay in town, you shall be made actial rites. But I was once an Anti-Matriino- ll quainted with them. My pride could not connialist. It was then my pride and pleasure to rail against the sacred union of mankind : 1
+ Quere, did the children never scream and would get comfortably seated perhaps, by a
squall? were they never cross and worrisome? good fire: And all alone, would begin thus.
was madam always in good humor,always smil. As for matrimony, l'Il none of it ; here I live, ing? Why, this state of affairs as here told, lord of my little domain, which contains a good would almost tempt the Editor to recome-stove, a chair, and a bed, (which perhaps, had
· Benedict, the married man." But there is been made within a fortnight,) I can retire
a tedious sameness in these ever smiling facwhen I please, can be absent when I please,
es, that, like the sand plains of the south, and leave without having my anxiety taxed with the gnawing idea that I have a wife.- lety. No Sir, you present too pleasant a pic
weary one past endurance, for want of vari: Somehow I at length became half convinced
ture to the eye for us to easily credit that its within myself that my Anti-Matrimonial doc
counterpart ever existed in real life. We know trines were not sound. To decide upon the
woman's mind too well, together with the case, I immediately vacated my little dirty, I thousand ills which firsh is heir, to expect all smoky room,* and went to board with an ac.
sunshine and soft words from them. The faire quaintance who had entered the bonds of wed.
est, brightest summer's day is often but a prelock some three years since. Here I was ev
lude to the thunder storm, and other violent ery day a witness to scenes that made the san
commotions of nature.
As we have no wish dy foundations of my doctrine tremble. To
to make converts to our cause, or to restrain see him return after being absent a day or two
the unwilling and reluctant of our numbers and join the little circle of wife and children;
to bachelor principles if !hey desire to change the latter run and meet him, their countenanc their condition; the Editor adds, that he will es lighted with such innocent smiles, and
do his best to assist J.in our village of his friend clambering upon his knee the moment he sat.
should chance to be out of town when J. comes And then his wife with her ever cheerful coun with a mind tent on perpetratid; matrimony, tenance by his side, it was a welcome that any though the Editor considers it an affair little one (not a possessor) might envy. And per- l short of assisting a man to become felo de se.
* A smoky dirty room would be enough to It is exceedingly amusing to see the triumph force a bachelor to the uncomfortable altera- l displayed in the countenances of the ladies and tion of suffering marrimony and running the the multitude of gratulations that pass among extreme risk of finding himself linked to a them when it is announced that another of their scolding wife, an evil second only to a smoky number has plighted her faith (to remain conhouse. The writer wouid doubtless have re
we suppose until whim or caprice tained his bachelor propensities firmly and shall dictate a change) & yet they have much consistently if he had a pleasant room, and reason to exult, for they well kpow, that the kept it as neatly as bachelors are wont to men hold the reins and that they caunot be keep their "dens" as the ladies civilly call married unless these "obstinate brutes" of
men choose they should be.
sent-and ordering my horse and gig, I steped, long been confined to her chamber by a disin and drove home quite an altered man. And tressing malady, but still employs her pen, in I have now come to the conclusion that I shall writing for the press. In this state, she has soon give my friend a call in hopes of receive- || produced some of her best performances, aing a renewed invitation.
J. mong which are “ Hints towards formivg the
Character of a young Princess :" " Cælubs in
Search of a Wise,” which appeared in 1809, FEMALE BIOGRAPHY.
and was so much admired, that ii ran through HANNAH MORE, a lady who nas,for a length || ten editions in one year.
6. Practical Piety," of time, held a conspicuous place in the liter. || in 1811, “Christian Morals," in 1815 ; “ Morary world, is the youngest of five daughters of al Sketches," in 1819. Her works have been a clergyman, who resided near Bristol, Eng- || published in this country in nine volumes. land, and who was distinguished for his classical knowledge and goodness of heart. At an
KNAVERY. early period, the subject of this sketch, die. covered a taste for literature, which she cul.
I have often, too often been tempted, tivated during her leisure hours. Having at the daily relation of new kraveries, read through all the works in her paternal li- | to despise human nature in every indibrary, she put in requisition, the books of her vidual, till, on minute anatomy of each village friends. During this period her sisíerstrick, found that the knave was only conducted a small, school, in which they ac
This quitted themselves so well, that, at the solic
an enthusiast or momentary fool. itation of several ladies of fortune and discern. | discovery of momentary folly, symptoms ment, they were induced to remove to Bris- of which assail the wisest and the best, tol, and open a boarding school, which aster has thrown a great consolatory light on
wards became one of the most celebrated in inquiries into man's moral nature: by E England. Miss A. More accompanied her sisters, and assisted them in their laudable
this the theorisi is enabled to assign employ, where she acquired the friendship of each class and each individual their own the Rev. Dr. Stonehouse, who not only encour peculiar fit of vice or folly; and to conaged, but improved her literary taste. Her trast the ludicrous or dismal catalogue first work, “ The Search after Happiuess,"
with the pleasing one of sentiment and appeared in 1779, was favorably received, and induced her to publish
“Sir Elder of the Bow- virtue, more properly their own. er," " The Bleeding Rock," and a tragedy,
The above is from Lavater, and the called " The Inflexible Captive,” founded on
docirine is as true as it is peculiar. If the story of Regulus. By Dr. Stonehouse's we look with the eyes of abhorrence inkindness, she was introduced to Mr. Garrick, to the manifold dishonourable and diswho advised her to write for the stage. To
honest actions, which are daily and bourconsequence of her acquaintance with the inimitable actor, she wrote “ Percy,” a tragedy, ly committed throughout the world, and which was well received, and established her view their perpetration with horror, fame as a dramatic writer. Her thoughts, || proceeding from malignity of heart or however, soon took a more serious turn; and dishonesty of purpose, what a degrading in 1782, she published" Sacred Dramas," and and contemptuous opinion must we form took the opportunity to declare, that she did not think the stage, in its present state, be
of our fellow creatures. But all who coming the countenance of a Christian, and are knaves,are not so from downright she renounced all dramatic attempts, except | depravity and villainy-passion, ignoas poems. In 1786, she published “ Flora, rance and a want of self controul, frea tale, and the “* Bas blue, or Conversation,” || quently counteract the operations of two poems; “ Thoughts on the manners of the Great” was published in the same year anon
those who really imagine themselves ymously, and was for some time assigned to possessed of rectitude of heart, integriMr. Wilberforce, Dr. Porteus, and others. || ty and honour. Many a man is a knave This was soon followed by “ Estimate of the because he cannot help himself. Many Religion of the Fashionable World,” which individuals will deliberately commit a excited much attention. About this period she formed a society for instructing the power ling in the light that others do, he would
fraud, which were he capable of viewin the duties of the Christian religion, and devoted much of her time to this charitable ob shrink from as an act despicably debased. ject. The Sunday schools, likewise, owe The human character is a complete much of their success to her pen and indefat
paradox of inconsistencies. One act of igable exertions. In short, whether we view
an individual's life, will frequently counher as a public or private character, goodness of heart seems blended with comprehensive
teract the good opinions which his bispowers of mind. This excellent woman bas tory has afforded for years.
We do not
pretend to say that any man is constitu was, that when he a second time absed. tionally a knave. The education, socie- ||ted himself to bring the moon, and longty and habits of life are altogether ac ed for fruit, they forgot the orders of cessary in the formation of disposition, their farther, and ate of the black which and as some by these means become pe- I was the only kind remaining. He was culiarly passionate, or otherwise, so will much displeased on his return, and told they imbibe honourable or dishonoura-them that in future the earth would ble propensities with regard to the ma- produce bad fruits, and that they would terial points of character. Over this des- || be tormented by sickness and death; pentiny arising from the course of human alties which have attached to his descenevents, man can possibly have no con Jants 10 the present day. Chapewee troul. The principles are not in the bimself lived so long that his throat was heart, but are mainly the fruits of the worn out, and he could no longer enjoy fortuitous and uncontrolable circumstan- 1 life : but he was unable to die, ustil, at ces of life. Therefore is it that knav- his own request, one of his people drove ery is as frequently the product of fol. a beaver tooth into his head. ly as of vice. Somebody has said "every knave is a fool,” and used as an argu
MRS. HEMANS. .ment to make this doctrine good, that Were it not entirely superfluous, we sooner or later, knavery redounds with should like to express, in full, our opinten fold violence upon itself. An imbe- || ion of this lady's productions ; but when cile villain is of all God's creatures the there is an universal acknowledgment most contemptible. He inevitably foils of her lotty imagination, of the depth himself, and is made the dupe of his own and clearness of her thought, and of her stratagem. Yet these pitiful wretches surprising facility in embodying her conare certainly deserving of mercy as well | ceptions, an acquiescence to the public as contempt. They are a harmless tribe voice is all that can be required of us. and the retributive sword of justice | Her lighter efforts, those which have should rather tremble above than crush || been thrown off to comply with the sothem. But speculation upon the follies citations of Magazine Editors and manuand crimes of humannature is an unpleas- | facturers of Souvenirs' are familiar to ant though sometimes a pecessary em
They are seized upon ployment, and we will conclude this ar- greedily by the proprietor of every ticle with this noble sentiment, "he who | newspaper, however obnoxious some of is master of the fittest moment to crush them may be to criticism-are read, and his enemy, and magnanimously neglects | studied, and treasured up in the heart, it, is born to be a conqueror."
as are the verses of no other man or woPhil. Album. man now living. It is certainly true
that Mrs. Hemaps is the only writer Indian Traditions.-- The Dog-rib In- || whose words are upon the tongue of erdians, who, derived from the same stock | ery reader, be he but the mere seeker with the Chippewayans, say that, accor out of ship news, or the searcher after ding to the tradition of their fathers, the advertisements of bales of cotton and first man was named Chapewee. He quintals of cod-fish. But her character found the world well stocked with food, I as a poet does not depend upon those and be created children, to whom he flashes of inspiration, the light of which gave two kinds of fruit, the black and is scattered so widely. It is in her larthe white, but forbade them to eat the ger poems, her laboured efforts, that her black. Having thus issued his commands glory beams forth-that her masculine for the guidance of his family, be took strength is developed. These are inleave of them for a time, and made a deed offerings meet for the acceptance long excursion for the purpose of con of Apollo. In them she tells us of the ducting the sun to the world. Duriog nigh purposes of patriotic souls, of the this first absence, his children were obe passing love and firmness of woman, of dient, and ate only the white fruit, but the agony of the broken heart, and the they consumed it all: the consequence triumph of the proud one, even in death