For the County Poet.

 PROSPECTS.
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PROSPECTS. t

 The whole world, Mr. Editor, seem to be

 united in their love ofprospect.

 Ask man why he has placed his house on a high hill, where ss the winds of heaven visit him very rOughly' every winter, and he will

 tell you his prospect is fine: so it is three months out of the twelve. Ask a man Who IS pacing, in bitter November gale, the ap- lPer platform of a steam boat, and he will say. ne isenJoying the prospect; ask the sentiment

 tal damsel, whoon a rock by moonlight is

 listening to the dash of the distant cataract, to the prejudice of her health in the damps

 of the night, and she is enjoying the prospect. Prospects too are as different as the faces

 that behold them, or the tastes that enjoy

 them. have often thought one great advan- tage of the truth of the theory that beauty springs from association and not from his owr, intrinsic worth, IS that every man can there nave his own paradise and is ne obliged to re- sort to the :" sole central' beauty that philos- 0phers may have established. Under this the ory, no man is obliged to say that any pros pecf is beautiful merely because the world says so, he may say it excites no interesting and affecting emotion in his mind and therefore is not beautiful to him.

 In describing different prospects, regard is to be had to the various tastes of mankind, and he whose object like yours Mir. Editor, is

 to please the whole of your readers must se- lect various objects of description.

 It is hardly possible to say what one pros

 pect would be most universally pleasing. There are some who require dash of the grand in all they see; they must always be s' on the rock of sublimitY,' or it is all bar

 renness to them. For them, the cataract dash ing in it's wrath over the rocks that obstrlcts

 its progress; the high. ovcrhanging, tOttering

 cliff, with it's Tightening -scatl' "a pines ciinging

 in careless security to its sides the roar of

 old ocean as his mOuntain-wayes dash against the eternal rocks; or the black and threaten ing cloud hellowing with the rage of its thun- der, and rcsplendent with the glare of its

 tightening, must join their terrific and powerful

 associations and then the prospect delights

 them. Others turn from the grandeur of in

 animate nature, to the magniRcence, or the splendour of art, or the danger or terror of mans strength. They are those who start at the sound of trumpet, who step in higher dignity when the rattling drum beats the call

 to arms, who only feel inspiration when the artillery roars, the bullets whistle, and death echoes round them. They are those who can mount the breach over the bodies of their

 companions and rush to the cannon's mouth, and he delighted with the prospect. Others, a.

 gain, gentle souls; require the calm equable emotion of beauty-give them long stretch

 of a quiet lake, just ripplinG in the evening breeze,

 l The Inountain-shade is on it's breast

 Neither broken, nor at rest; g5.3

 the slope of the far stretching promOntory gay with yellow corn, or alive with the pastoral

 charge; the golden fring'd clouds sailing slow ly through the deep blue air; the evening bird on the topmost bough bidding the sun good night, and they are delighted with the pros

 Others, again, at less elevated temperament,

 iiinging aside sublimity or beauty, look at sfil- ity alone. Give them the crowded mart, the frequent shout. the busy hum of the narrow street, the forest of masts on the bay, the

 smoke of the stream boat and the scenes of

 commerce and they are delighted with the prospect. fSs

 do not profess, MT. Editor, to rank my l self under any of these classes. My taste is

 different from all these prospect hunters. My prospect Is that of good dinner and then

 am delighted. Instead of "rocks, waters, woods" give me fish, flesh and fowl, 2 with

 all the paraphernalia of eating. Speak of sub lime and beautiful sounds pshaw no sound

 is so delightful as the clashing of knives and

 forks, the gurglng of beer from the bottle, the tinklng of the decanter against the glasses in prospects of this kind every sense can be regaled in turn it is not the barren prospect of something that is not your own, buta pros

 pect delightful to look at because the fruition follows so soon.-1ave not I, Mir. Editor,

 chosen the most deHghtt ttui prospect?

 FOR THE COUNTY POST.

 "What is the present theme of every tongue 9-What strikes the chord of feeling

 in each patriot heart What bids the

 christian view the hand of God s---WhatI

 raises wonder in the sceptic mind ;-and

 bids the thoughtless stop to think 3---W Why do the silent Heralds of our land appear with sable lines-they say--there's cause

 to mourn-the speaking columns they en- close, proclaim the truth. Two of the Igreat are fallen. But tho hand of death alone, hath laid them low. Guided by Him

 who guided them, when on that glorious

 day our country celebrates, one penn'd, and

 both subscrib'd thatliving deed, that spoke ! a nations voice, and said " we will beffee. 7 I'Twas on the Jnbilee of that great day;

 on which they, with associate patriots broke V 14ss