For the Wilmingtonian.
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There are few men of intellect and feeling, that
are not tinctured in greater or less degree with
romance. They may not, like the Knight of La
Mancha, set off in quest Of men and manners,
such as their fancy pictures, but they can enjoy
delicious day-dream in some quiet corner, with
out the trouble and ennri of searching for adven-
tures.-ln this species of mental recreation, the
Bachelor smiles benevolently as fancy conjures
up the forms ofa lovely wife and duteous chill
dren, their faces turned with love and reverence
towards him as the centre of the happy circle;
he listens breathesslv for her voice, whose life
seems dedicated to his happiness; when 10! the
tantalizing imp dissolves the spell and the Bach
clor is himself again.--At the nod of this miracle
monger the generous enthusiast bcholds himself
possessed of wealth sufficient to realize all his
romantic schemes of benifcencc--his golden tai
isnan unlocks the prisoners cell--comforts the
widow and protects the fatheress-but the illu-
sion fades as the unsentimental jingle Of some
old song such as


Without penny in my purse"


unaccountably wanders across his brain. II is in
reveries sNch as these that original and beautiful
poctica IDEAS display themselves in half-foimcd
verse tempting the dreamer with the promise of
distinction and applause; but the homely goose
quill is indispensable and every brilliant thought
and "high imagining" are dissipated and forgotten
ere the exhuberant productions of fancy can be
pruned and regulated in workmanlike manner;
it is like travelling to Immortality on RAILROAD
instead of the devious and romantic paths of Par
nassus. Rut the Louer, above all, revcls i'll the
mental Elysium. He docs not need peculiar