But I will eat', and drink', and sleep as soft As captain shall; simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Rust', sword'! cool', blushes'! and, Delgrado', live! [Exit. LXVIII. A PASSAGE IN HUMAN LIFE. 1. In my daily walks into the country, I was accustomed to pass a certain cottage. It had nothing particularly picturesque about it. It had its little garden, and its vine spreading over its front; but, beyond these, it possessed no feature likely to fix it in the mind of the poet or novel-writer, and which might induce him to people it with creatures of his own fancy. In fact, it appeared to be inhabited by persons as little extraordinary as itself. A "good man of the house it might possess, but he was never visible. The only inmates I ever saw, were a young woman, and another female, in the wane of life, no doubt the mother. 2. The damsel was a comely, fresh, mild-looking cottage girl, always seated in one spot, near the window, intent on her needle. The old dame was as regularly busied, to and fro, in household affairs. She appeared one of those good housewives, who never dream of rest, except when in sleep. The cottage stood so near the road, that the fire at the further end of the room, showed you, without your being rudely inquisitive, the whole interior in a single moment of passing. A clean hearth and a cheerful fire, shining upon homely but neat and orderly furniture, spoke of comfort: but whether the old dame enjoyed, or merely diffused that comfort, was a problem. 3. I passed the house many successive days. It was always alike, the fire shining brightly and peacefully,—the girl seated at her post by the window, the housewife going to and fro, catering and contriving, dusting and managing. One morning as I went by, there was a change. The dame - was seated near her daughter, her arms laid upon the table, and her head reclined upon her arms. I was sure that it was sickness which had compelled her to that action of repose; nothing less could have done it. I felt that I knew exactly the poor woman's feelings. She had felt a weariness stealing upon her; she had wondered at it, and struggled against it, and borne up, hoping it would pass by; till, loth as she was to yield, it had forced submission. 4. The next day, when I passed, the room appeared as usual; the fire burning pleasantly, the girl at her needle, but her mother was not to be seen; and, glancing my eye upward, I perceived the blind close drawn, in the window above. It is so, said I to myself, disease is in progress. Perhaps it occasions no gloomy fear of consequences, no extreme concern: and yet, who knows how it may end? It is thus, that begin those changes that draw out the central bolt that holds families together; which steal away our fire-side faces, and lay waste our affections. 5. I passed by, day after day. The scene was the same; the fire burning, the hearth beaming clear and beautiful; but the mother was not to be seen; the blind was still drawn above. At length, I missed the girl, and in her place appeared another woman, bearing considerable resemblance to the mother, but of a more quiet habit. It was easy to interpret this change. Disease had assumed an alarming aspect; the daughter was occupied in intense watching and caring for the suffering mother, and the good woman's sister had been summoned to her side, perhaps from a distant spot, and. perhaps, from her family cares, which no less important an event could have induced her to elude. 6. Thus appearances continued some days. There was silence around the house, and an air of neglect within it, till, one morning, I beheld the blind drawn, in the room below, and the window thrown open above. The scene was over; the mother was removed from her family, and one of those great changes effected in human life, which commence with so little observation, but leave behind them such lasting effects. LXIX. THANATOPSIS. FROM BRYANT. THANATOPSIS is composed of two Greek words, thanatos meaning death, and opsis a view. The word, therefore, signifies a view of death, or "Reflections on Death." 1. To him who in the love of Nature, holds 2. 3. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, To Nature's teachings, while from all around, Yet a few days, and thee, The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet, in the cold ground, Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim To be a brother to the insensible rock, 4. Yet not to thy eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish 5. 6. With patriarchs of the infant world, with kings, The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales, The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes Or lose thyself in the continuous woods The flight of years began, have laid them down 7. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes 8. So live, that when thy summons comes to join To that mysterious realm, where each shall take LXX. THE DEPARTED. FROM PARK BENJAMIN. 1. THE aeparted! the departed! And they glide above our memories But where the cheerful lights of home 2. The good, the brave, the beautiful, In the cities of the dead! 3. I look around, and feel the awe I start to hear the stirring sounds For the voice of the departed 4. That solemn voice! it mingles with I scarce can think earth's minstrelsy |