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A WEE EKLY JOURNAL, DEVOTED. TO. GENERAL IN'TELLIGEN CE, ETC.
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POETRY
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WHERE SLEEPEST, THOU? *
Where sleep'st thou? = ?—in. thy’ native land,
Where tears may gem thy restin, eplooag
Where still the mourning, broken ‘band x
With spring’s first buds the low’d spol L grace }
Where fur thy obsequiés they bring 3
The heart’s most holy offering ;
M » Js there thy tomb ?
Or sleep’st thou ’neath the sunny sky,
Of Italy's sweet gushing vale, °
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Where mellow tints above thee lie,
And orange flowers droop o'er thee pale;
Where Jow rich music swells along,
In that bright land—that land of song; —~
Ali! sleep’st thou there ?
Or sleep’st thou on some emerald Isle,
. Lash’d by the deep blue ocean’s wave,
Where all the gifls of nature smile,
Or sweetly mourn above thy grave; «
Where oft — too oft, is seen the tomb
‘That shrouds the stranger in its gloom —
Is there thy home ?
Or sleep'st thou ‘neath the Southern sky, © «
é Where gentle zeplyrs softly play —
Where no fond mourner, lingering nigh,
Bends weeping o’er thy marble clay 1
Where flowers and buds, forever fair,
Are ull that lend their bright tears there —
Is there thy grave ? /
releep’st thou ’neath the wild, deep sea,
Where glitter pearls and amber bright —
Where jewel’d halls are made for thee, |. +
And diamonds glance like stars of wight;
Where weeping sea-flowers, bright and fair,
Bend o’er thy cold brow pillow’d there ;
Is there thy g grave ?
Yes— ~ there thou sleep'st ! Beneath the’ deep,
‘The glorious deep, thy grave is made, »
_ Where notone kindred eye may weep, aS
Over the cold bier where thow art laid;
Thy grave is in the wild deep main —
Yet must it yield its de
Sweet be thy sleep.
¢ Ovratissr.
ad again! —
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EMPTED.
IN THREE PARTS.,
. BY CHARLES P.
ILSLEY,.
PART THIRD,
Sweep ony you fat and greasy citizens;
? Tis just the fashion: wheretore do’ yon look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? *
As you lice
kes the good are better made by iPi. 0... 4
. As odours crushed ure sweeter still!
e Rogers.
‘ ,
Wealth, it has been said, isthe best test of
character. A man ean better bear up under the
“evils of adversity than withstand the blandish-
nents of prosperity. This may be true ;—
but we are not competent to decide. Our ex-
perience has been in the adverse crucible 5
sve should have’no manner of objection to be
submitted to ‘the “silver test?!” Whatever
may,be- the comparative power of the. two
tests — Poverty or Wealth — Rags or ‘Riches
—Hunzer or Satiety — Henry Brown stood a
~ good chance of having his character! tried by
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was nothing in him approaching to parsimony.
He was well known as a liberal, merchant —
upright and fair in his dealings, and free from
those petty ‘tricks of trade,” by which some
“fen contrive. to accumulate ‘property, All
with bind Was open and above board : —and
he grew ib wealth.+ °
Fortune seems to have her favorites. There
are men who seem to succeed in whatever
they undertake — they are always on the flow
of the tide. While there are others, who appa-
rently possess the same’ ‘sound judgment —
whose plans seen: equally as well matured —
who are as diligent and energetic —and yet
they: are always unsuccessful. * Whatever
they do— whatever- course they’ pursue —
though they: tread ‘in the very tracks of-their
more fortunate neighbors, yet, somehow or
other, bad fortune attends them.
ebb tide with them.
lucky ones,
It is always
Henry was one of those
as they’ are called, whose dishes
are’ always upright — who catch everything
that falls. The philosophic Bacon thus admi-
rably accounts for the good fortuue that at-
tends some men.’ ‘* The way of fortune,” he
says, “is like the milky way inthe sky; which
is a meeting, or knot, of-a number of small
stars hot seen asunder, but giving light togeth-
er : so are Yhere a number of little and scarce
discerned virtues, or-rather faculties and cus:
toms, that maké men fortunate.??
* Fossessing a handsome: independence he
confidence of his fellow citizens, and, what be
valued more than all, the full affections ofa
devoted wife, Henry’s measure of eartbly hap-
piness was full, And how did he bear up un-
der this good fortune ? Like one who has pla-
ced a proper estimate on the treasures of earth,
He valued his possessions, not for themselves,
but for the good they enabled him to do. He
was. naturally. of a liberal disposition sit
was this trait that once carried him to, the
very verge of ruin, That disposition’ was now
tempered. He was not profuse in bis expen-
ditures —he did not,as many pride themselves
on doing, throw away his money —yet his
hand was ever open and his purse ever ready
tothe calls of the unfortunate. The destitute,
if worthy, never appealed to bim in’ vain. In
Elizabeth he found a kindred spirit — the poor
uever asked of her bread and received a stone.
“| She was a faithful alwoner ofhis bounty, We
are not describing ideal characters. Counter-
parts may yet be found in this selfish world —
persons who enjoy the luxury of doing good.
We know of such, though the world regars
them not.
But good fortune does not continue forever.
Those, who have been the favorites, sometimes
become the footballs of the blind and fickle
dame, Very few men enjoy through life unin-
terrupted prosperity, This is a world of ups
and downs. *'The wheel is continually revoly-
ing.. Riches will take to themselves wings, in
spite of all our: forethought and prudence, —
Our hero found this to be true... He was en-
—| gaged in commerce, and two or three bad voy-
ages eat up the profits of as many years of bu-
siness. Of a sudden the wind had veered
round —and all things seemed to go wrong
with him. Loss followed loss —now by a
poor voyage —now an unfortunate specula-
tion — and now, again, a wretched failure. —
+ the former., He was not a elose man. © There
What with all these, and the threatening as-
IE OFFICE, NO. 18, MIDDLE STREET.
AY, APRIL 38, 1833.
pect of the times, the house of Henry Brown
& Co, became rather straitened in its finances.
Henry viewed the gathering clouds with an
anxious eye ; but as ,the shadows deepened
around him, instead of quailing at the prospect,
Mhe pat forth all his energies to meet the storm.
In vain were his efforts. Each demonstration
he made was Unsuccessful,until he almost per-
suaded himself, that his best course would be,
to fold his arms in peace, and allow the S*troub-
luus wave” to bear him where it list. But he
was not one Jo yield thus quietly. He arous-
ed every dormant faculty, and as the derange-
ment in the business world increased, shaking
down house after. house, he stemmed the tide
bray ely, and accomplished wonders.
=
_ lt was late in the evening. A “tarious gale
was raging —the storm-god sent his hoarse
howl down the chimnies, and the dreary rain
anth sleet drifted with a beavy plash against
the, windows, at one of which a female sat ga-
zing out upon. the. tempest with a troubled
countenance —occasionally rising and going
to a cradle, where, in the pure slumber’ of in-
fancy, a ¢ blossom of love? was nestling. It was
Elizabeth, and she was listening to catch the
returning footsteps of Henry. ‘As the hour
grew later, and he came not, her anxiety’ visi-
bly increased. It was unusual for him to be
*| thus absent, and on such an evening, when, as
if bye these | contrast without, he doubly enjoyed
the comforts of his own pleasant parlor.
Eleven o'clock went by, and with a tearful
eye, for her beart was burdened with an unde-
fined apprehension, Etizabeth stood again by
the window, leaning her pale forehead against
the ‘cok glass, and striving to pierce. the
gloomy’ night, wheu rapid footsteps caught her
ear, and soon the well-known rap of her hus-
band sent a warm thrill of joy to her beart.
Oh, Henry ? exclaimed she, grasping
his hand as he entered—* why so late ?—
Where have you been ? T began to fear that
something bad befallen you.?
“1 did wrong—I should have informed
you, my dear, of my detention— but the clerks
were busy, and I have been busy — very busy,
Elizabeth.” © Aud something like a sigh fol-
lowed the words.” It was not unnoticed by his
wife, who gazed in his face earnestly, and said
in an anxious tone —
© You look pale and disturbed, , Henry — are
you unweil 2”?
* Yes—no—that is, lam notsick. Ihave
been engaged —basily engaged this afternoon
self.?? wy A
: “
‘This was said in such a broken and dejected
rel
abeth,
“ Henry,” said she, in a. tenderly beseech-
ing tone —‘* something distresses you — all is
not right— you are not used to appear thus.—-
Will you vot :confide in: me p—and a tear
clouded the brightness of her eye.
“ Elizabeth,” and he folded her to his bo-
som —~** Elizabeth —Iaina ruined man! you
are all thatis now left to me !
Henry Brown & Co. is bankrupt’. As he ut-
tered this, he looked anxiously into her face,
watching apparently the effect of the announce-
ments
She started —for ‘though Henry ‘had told
her of his embarrassinents, sbe did not dream
and evening, and may have over-exerted my-
tone, as to still farther arouse the attention of
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of their full extent, and the news of her hus-
band’s bankruptcy — and bankruptcy in those
days was looked upon ina far different light
than our modern explosions are —then a fail-
ure was considered a disgrace — now it ds ale
most vice -versa——at any rate, like the eels,
we have got used to it— but to get out of these
parenthesises — the sudden news gave hera
momentary shock.” But hastily collecting t her-
self, she said in a soothing voice—
“ Isthat all, Henry ? Is it because we ‘are
poor that you are so troubled ?” .
« Not for myself, Elizabeth — but when I
think of you and our little one, I must confess
Lam unmanned. 1 care not for suffering my-
self —I can bear up under the severest ill that
misfortune may inflict — but you, dear Eliza-
beth, you; who have never; known; want—
how will you outride the tempest!” and Brown
walked. the room in agitation. - , .
. And think you, Henry,” said , Elizabeth,
taking him by the hand and speaking in a firm
voice — * think you I cannot suffer with you
—or for, you ?» What if we .are poor —is
poverty the greatest evil---is ita crime?” . +
« But all is swept away !: This house —
this furniture —all must gol have made
over ‘all!? t :
« And what, ‘iheni, my husband —let all go
—whatthen ? Have I notyou and our little
one ?)’Mind it: not — Henry —I | willingly,
cheerfully give up ull, Come, chase the gloom
from your brow. Repining will ‘vot effect a
change in our lot, We have a thousand bles+
sings to sustain us yet. » Let me set you an ex
ample of acquiescence. Promise me that you
will not yield to despondency until you detéct
me sighing over our § fallen greatness? ! and
a bright smile lit up the face of the speaker,.—
Brown shook the weight: that oppressed him
from his spirits, and sat_ down more in ‘love
with’ bis ‘wife, and comparatively’ a a happy
man,
’ Henry said truly that he was a ruined man,
He had struggled manfully to sustain himself,
but a large amount of Southern paper having
come unexpectedly back’ protested, he> was
doomed to join the general, wreck. With the
uprightness the t characterized all bis dealings,
he made over to bis creditors all his property ,re~
serving buta trifle for his immediate wants. He
had nominally more than enough to cancel ev-
ery debt ; but property of every description
was low, “and sold ata great sacrifice, so that
on winding up his a@airs, he found himself —
out of debt,it is ‘true, but nearly pennyless. His
style, of living had never been high and ex-
pensive, therefore it ‘Was no hardship for
him to practice that strict economy W hich bis
reduced means so imperiously demanded. —
And Elizabeth cheerfully acquiesced in every
retrenchment — bending herself uidespond-
ingly ——nay, with alacrity to the changes ‘in
‘|their circumstances — throwing ' the sunshine
of her smile over her humble abode, and re- .
gretting only that now, when their néed was
The house of|the sorest, she had not the power te to Fatleve the
necessities of the poor.
ie It grieves me to the heart, Henry,” she’ re
marked i in conversation one ‘day, “to sce the
poor creatures turn away from the door, their
wants unrelieved.
sad occurrences, daily, almost hourly. reyer”
Won by the cheerful’ manner of his partoer,
Oh, were it not for these :