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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 />

y 8ub8Crib *»

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