LADIES' AMULET. - Monroe County Library System
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LADIES' AMULET. - Monroe County Library System
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FOR THB OEM AWD <strong>AMULET</strong>.<br />
Life and Death.<br />
Sterne.—A Young Man in the bloom of health, preparing<br />
for a Ball, is adjusting himself before a Mirror.<br />
*' Yes ! I am in my prime!<br />
The hopes of early manhood fire my brov,<br />
And fortune 1 ! ruddy glow,<br />
In smooth perennial flow,<br />
Has graved success upon my future's prow,<br />
. Mixed by DO monitory chime,<br />
Like that which Clothos mingles with the breeze of passing<br />
time!<br />
'Tis true, they tell me of a * coming day,'<br />
When like a flower of Autumn I'll decay;<br />
When the cold mists of the relentless tomb<br />
Shall hide my beauty in its mould'ring wombs<br />
Bat away '.. these arc phantasy's figments—away!<br />
And are light as the gossamer wing of a fay!<br />
Giro care to the fretful, and tears to the weak,<br />
But while health's rapid currents are coursing my cheek—<br />
While the lark is still weaving her song in the sky,<br />
And the worW seems at buoyant and happy as I,<br />
I will laugh with the loudest, be sportive'and free<br />
As the snow-bosomed bird of' old ocean' can be !<br />
My locks-are as dark aa the raven's wing,<br />
And lore's light smiles from my eye-Jash spring;<br />
Pn my chock bland Summer has left her glow,<br />
And hope's gay maidens are kissing my brow!<br />
Then go, hated phantom ! that fain would descry<br />
$bmo gathering cloud in my Btar-jeweled sky:<br />
I'll rfway, ha! ha'! to the midnight ball,<br />
Where light toes trip o'er the carpeted hall—<br />
Wherc'thc garlanded arches are swelling with glee,<br />
And the sprig and the wine-cup are flowing and free !"<br />
f£J* A Phantom appears, aud addresses him thus.:—<br />
"Ah, luckless youth ! like that gay feather,<br />
Dropp'd from the plumage of some frighten'd bird,<br />
On the smooth bosom of yon bocing stream,<br />
Whiffled about by the gay zephyr's breath,<br />
That circles there upon the summer's eve—<br />
How light and careless is its wavclesi flow !<br />
It has no ballast tave the weary gnat<br />
That rests a moment on the downy raft,<br />
Then flics aloft to buzz awhile, and dia<br />
At day's decline !<br />
Dashed over ragged rocks<br />
That lift their sullen surface 'mid(the spray<br />
Of frighted waters on the fearful edge<br />
Of yon dark precipice, JUr" that same calm tida<br />
Shall roll! and in the horrid cliasm'that rifts<br />
Seep thunders 'mid the now boiling surges<br />
Of that stream, all that has glided, thoughtless<br />
Upon its flatt'ring lip must dash unheeded!<br />
And this gay leather, torn to shreds, will fall<br />
Unnoticed in its gurgling wares.<br />
" Even so shall thou,<br />
Poor dotard, on the dang'rous stream of life,<br />
Feel an untimely palm chill thy warm check,<br />
Aud, like the winter's blast upon the autumn flower,<br />
That draws its bright corolla up, and nipB<br />
The life-veins on its tender stem,<br />
UJ" Descry in the same mirror that reflects<br />
Thy boasted beauty now, the filmy eye<br />
And shrivel'd check (hat t^ell of Dissolution I<br />
Ah | measure well the- narrow shore of life,<br />
Nor call mo ' hated' while my anxious breath<br />
Woosthec to (can the future's misty womb I<br />
!£7" To-morrow's sun may cast its last gold ray<br />
jQ~f* Uppu the sorrowing cypress of thy tomb !"<br />
•» * * » *<br />
Twas the decline of day; and the proud sun<br />
His circje in the ether nigh had run;<br />
The flocks were bleating on the distant hill,<br />
And soft winds bore the murmurs of the rill;<br />
The woodland choir were warbling sweetly where<br />
The wild moss rose embalmed the tepid air;<br />
The shepherd 1 ! lay swept o'er the tranquil lake,<br />
And mingled with the croaking of the brake. ' *<br />
* * ; *<br />
Twa« then upon my ears low pealing fell<br />
The meanured toll of the lone burial bell,<br />
Weaving upon the gathering shades some spirit's parting<br />
knell! *<br />
Now through the lawn that leads to yonder glade,<br />
Where o'er the tomb the willow throws her shade,<br />
A solemn band, with slow and measured tread,<br />
Bear to his last long home th' unconscious dead.'<br />
Bowed iB (he head in grief, and the salt tear<br />
Falls from the heart, warm on the mantled bier!<br />
Central <strong>Library</strong> of Rochester and <strong>Monroe</strong> <strong>County</strong> · Historic Serials Collection<br />
THE GEM AND <strong>LADIES'</strong> <strong>AMULET</strong><br />
The sturdy sexton, toughest of his kind,<br />
Stood by his spade, and on the evening wind<br />
I heard the man of God's lone accents steal:—<br />
"Man is like to vanity: his day* nre as a shadow that<br />
passelh away. There is hope of a tree if it be gut down,<br />
that it will sprout again : but man dieth and wasftth away;<br />
yea, man givelh up the ghost, aud wncre is he."/,<br />
- * * * *<br />
Scarce had he ceased, when, on the fresh cut turf<br />
The Phantom rose ! there was a wounded amilo<br />
Played on his warm cheek, and I could trace the tear<br />
Of lovely pity glaze his brilliant eye,<br />
While thus he addressed the coffined clay :—<br />
" Ill-fated youth! did not I tell thce this,<br />
When but yestreen I wooed thee to escape<br />
Thy syren song that led thee to,thy tomb?<br />
The morning flow'r has cast its leaves at noon,<br />
And thou, so young ! hast pass'd thy Rubicon!.<br />
Thou that couldst spurn my warning from thine ear,<br />
As though a wasp were huddled in its folds!<br />
Ah, Youth ! how fares thy boasting spirit now ?<br />
Torn in an hour from night's chaotic glee,<br />
Alas! how unprepared to meet thy God!"<br />
* * - * *<br />
He vanished, and the rumbling earth<br />
Pell hollow on his oaken bier;<br />
And sighs were sighed, and hands were wrung.<br />
And kindred dropp'd their requiem tear.<br />
And on his narrow bed I saw<br />
The dark-leaved cypress planted there,<br />
On which the sun shed his last ray,<br />
Then left it to the evening air.<br />
FOR THE GEM AND <strong>AMULET</strong>.<br />
To a Brother.<br />
BY MISS F. W. MUDO«.<br />
Oh, could we fondly linger yet<br />
Around these chosen bowers.<br />
While mcm'ry with her magic wand<br />
Recalls the happy hours<br />
Of childhood, when with pastimes free,<br />
Our years were spent in social glee !<br />
Those years are fled, but there remains<br />
A feeling 'kin to pain,<br />
When I reflect that ne'er on earth<br />
Those scenes will come again;<br />
For childhood's years have pass'd and gone,<br />
And youth's usurped the vacant throne.<br />
And those kind friends to mem'ry dear/<br />
The playmates whom I loved;<br />
Where are they all ? Ah! some, I fear,<br />
Have found an early tomb:<br />
While others equally sincere<br />
Arc shedding oft the sorr'wing tear.<br />
But some bright spirits still are left<br />
To cheer life's rugged way,<br />
Round which a halo from above<br />
Sheds a resplendent ray<br />
To guide fhe wayward thoughts above,<br />
Where ail is peace and hope and love.<br />
Whcatland, 1841.<br />
FOB THB OEM AND <strong>AMULET</strong>.<br />
To C. B. V .<br />
A darknesvhath o'ercast my brow,<br />
A gloom sits heavy on my heart,<br />
And oft the tear, as it doth now,<br />
Unbidden from my eye-lids start.<br />
There is a spirit hauits my brain,<br />
And seems to whisper mournfully,—<br />
I ne'er may see that face again—<br />
I ne'er may feel its potency!<br />
And but for that cold, chilling look,<br />
My heart had felt no blighting scar;<br />
My breast the painful sigh might brook,<br />
And still my eyes disdain a tear.<br />
But it is pass'd! the haud that wove<br />
The tender lie hath severed it;<br />
The smiles lhat taught my soul to love,<br />
No moroupon its surface flit.<br />
Yes! all, like some enchanting dream,<br />
Hath vanished to relurn no more;<br />
Joy sheds not one.re»ivjng beam,<br />
And hope's prophetic song is o'er!<br />
Alas! that vows so fondly spoke<br />
Should be thus torn from put the breast,<br />
And hojy Ijands thus quickly broke<br />
That might have made iu iwcetly ble«t!<br />
But fare-thce-well! and ever bright<br />
Be all the paths lhy footsteps stray,<br />
Nor ever know thy heart a blight,<br />
Nor joy nor gladness passnway!<br />
Rochester, 1841. G. K. W.<br />
A lady who has been turning over the political<br />
papers of both sides in. hopes to find a scrap of<br />
poetry or a bit of miscellany, ami has encountered<br />
nothing but long columns of figures headed with<br />
the mystic letters 0. K., says they must mean<br />
« Oil Krazy."<br />
GOOD.—A person said, in our hearincr, the other<br />
day, that editors for the most part were a thin,<br />
pale-faced set. A lad standing near, made this<br />
witty observation to his chum: "There, Bob. I<br />
told you I have often read about the editorial<br />
corpses."<br />
"What are you doing there ?" inquired ilack of<br />
Tom, as he caught him peeping through the keyhole.<br />
" What's that to you ?" said Tom, " I don't<br />
like to see a person prying into other folks* business."<br />
A militia captain receiving a note from a lady,<br />
requesting " the pleasure of his company," understood<br />
it as a compliment to those under his command,<br />
and marched the whpte of them to the,lady's<br />
house.<br />
l<br />
LAW.—An uncertain and eccentric machine,<br />
thai not unfrequenlly destroys him who sets it xa<br />
motion.<br />
M ARfil AGES.<br />
In this city, on the lSlh instant, by the Rev. Mr. Cnrlton,<br />
Mr. SYLVESTER HOYT, to Miss EMILY BLISS, all<br />
of this city.<br />
• In this city, on the 10th instant, by the Rev. Mr. Church,<br />
Mr. Joseph F. Cox, lo Miss Lucy Gridley.<br />
In Chili. October :29th,, Mr. JOSEPH CURTIS, Prin.<br />
ter, of this city, to Miss ELIZABETH GURNEY, of iba<br />
former place.<br />
On the morning of Dec. 28th, 1841, in Newburry, Ohio,<br />
by the Rav. Mr. Witter, Mr. JOHN- FISK, of the city of<br />
Rochester, New York, to Miss MARIA H. HAYD£N,ol<br />
the former piece.<br />
In Shelby, on the 12th instant, by the Rev. D.F. Parsons,<br />
Mr. Hiram Frary, to JV(isB Rosina Snell, daughter of<br />
Mr. John P. Snell, all of that town*<br />
In Ithaca, on the 6th of Nov. 1840, by the Rev. William<br />
Wisner, Mr. Floyd S. Helm, to Miss Betsey C. Jones,<br />
daughter of Philo Jones—both of Sonthport, Chemungco.,<br />
New York.<br />
By the same, on the same evening, Jv'r. Albert Jones, of<br />
Soulhport, to, Mis* Juliaett Howland, of Delhi, Delaware<br />
county, New York.<br />
In Payson, Adams county, Illinois, on the- 24th of Dee.<br />
last, Samuel Helm, formerly ofSouthport, to Mfsg Sophia<br />
Prince, of the farmer place. , »<br />
In Holley, on the 5th Inst., by the Rev. R. S. Crampton.<br />
Mr. STILMAN A. CLARK, ofBrorkport, lo Miss SELI-<br />
NA.A. HATCH, of Uie former nlace.<br />
In Clark'on, on the 13th inst:, by Rev. Mr. Bull, George<br />
Whiting, of Sweden, to Louisa Spaulding, of Clarkson. Also,<br />
on the 6th insl. by Eiditf Hannibal, John Windos.pf*<br />
Sweden, to Sophroliia BabcBSk, of Clarkson. Also, on the<br />
2d Dec, by Elder Hannib:vl,SilasCrary, of Sweden, to Mary<br />
Chapin, of Clarkson. Also, on the loth Dec, by Rev.<br />
Mr. Bull, E. W. Bartlcv, of Clarkson, to Mary Ann OrL<br />
cu, of Sweden. Also, on the 13ih inst., by Rev. Mr. Bull<br />
George reorge Crippen, of Sweden, to Mary E. Bartley, of Clark- Clark-<br />
son. Also, on the 13th int., by Rev. Mr. Judd, Soymour<br />
Howard, of Sweden, to Louisa Mason, of Clarkson Also '<br />
on the 31st Dec, by Rev. Nathan Fellows, Mr. Jolm Vail<br />
Lydin Lev<br />
• In ^'"Tn 1 - 6 "' °° New Tea " Eve, by Rer. John Robinson,<br />
Mr. William Tompkinson to MiwAlzina Channel.<br />
Bv the same, on the 10th insl., Mr. Sylvester I>. WW•<br />
toM.» Rosana Rice_, both of the town of William^<br />
In Sodus, ou the 30th ult., by Rev. C. Merwin Mr M<br />
In Royalton, on the 6th inst., by Rev. Mr. Wait, Mr.<br />
l(r "- 1 Esq. ' IM miy a ^'^"BhterofElias<br />
COMPTROLLER'S OFFICE, Albany, 10th of Oelo<br />
V' ber, 1840.-NOTICE.-Landssold J'arrear*°of?S.<br />
in Mayand June, 1839, pursuant to title ,3, chant, r \S tJ<br />
1, of the revised statutes. I hereby give notTe .W P B^!<br />
let. the lands sold for arrears oftfie. at U.J ile 5.««<br />
June ° DC ,' ^"K^ecmed on or before lhe lS£ f<br />
June next, by paying into the Treasury the amouirtfS<br />
which tho respective parcels or tracts of land were sold<br />
together with interest at the rate of tenner PZI '<br />
.rom the date of sale until the day of„ "dS*?S P IT<br />
so sold and remaining unredeemed, w ^<br />
conveyed to the purchaser.<br />
octM lawCw BATES<br />
THE<br />
IB PUBLI8HBB 8EMI-M0NTUJLY, AT ROCHESTER"NX ^<br />
SHKPARD SI, STRONG. '<br />
TERMS—Mnil subscribers One Dollar- •» ^ .<br />
One Dollar and Fifty Ceat»-in adviuce''<br />
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