SERIOUS RErIEGTyONs.

LIFE.
{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
Alas what is life what is existence, a
vapour, a shadow, a passing drcam--Ihe
dew on the rose is not more feeting nor the
chrystal architecture of frost more delicate
ly fragile. One moment IT invites our pur-
suit-thc next, cludes our anxious grasp.
Like the air-bubble, it reflects a thousand
beautiful colors, blending together in harmo-
ny but with the touch it vanishcs forever
Yet to this bubble how fondly do We cling
how tepderly do we cherish ito what arts
do we restore to prolong its transitory stay .
Do we not feel, in life's parting hour, the
golden chain that binds US to the world
twining still closer round our hearts? DO we
not stretch out our arms to clasp the lovely
phantom, We do and the fairy pencil of
hope sketching futurity in glowing coIors,
invites our stay, and offers happiness in prom.
iscs made but to deceive.


And what are the visions of fancy-what
the flights Of inauguration, They are if
possible, more evanescent, more deceitful;
thro' her false medium we view the world,
and soaring beyond the cold realities of wis
dom, and traversing regions Of unknown de-
light, press the sparkling cup of pleasure to
our lips, and rcvel i'll enjoyment. But, alas!
| fancy, enervated, soon ceases TO portra"; her
weary pinions refuse to support her tremb-
| ling frame; she sinks, leaving us in doubt, in
! darkness, and dsTay. AS she falls, truth
presents her mirror to our view, and dispcls
the dreams of fancy. She discloscs scenes
to US unknown, in which we behold ourselves
on the brink of fi'ghtful precipice. The
descent which before we had imagined gay,
smiling and decked with flowers, we now
discover cragged, steep, and strong. No lon
ger does the brilliant rainbow cheer our


wandering footsteps; but all Invested of the


magic influence Of fancy, becomes dark and
gloomy. But still the enchantress that has


so often beguiled, is dear to US; still we listen


fondly to her syren walblings: still we in


woke her and court her facinatioas. But,
beware! the sweet deuder will but smile,


and lure thee onward to the dark caverns OF


despair.