" "'" dQmOhltOFy tones m vain. The

 human organs upon which they fall, are

 deaf to all sounds, save those of interest or fpassion. Absorbed in the pursuit of the

 fieeting vanities of brief and uncertain

 existence, they heed not the voice which

 hourly calls on them, to seek greater rich-

 es and chOicer pleasures in that world to

 which they are hastening-to which they

 may go ere another second elapses-to

 which they must go, at all events, soon.

 Such is the lot of poor humanity, that the death of one out of tho tens of thou sand who inhabit populous city is not re- marked. His immediate family connec- tions, to be sure, deplore his loss and note his unaccustomed absence--but in the ranks of society few days only pass away, ere he is forgotten as fine never had been.

 How differently is the presence of the King of Terrors noticed in small commu- nity-in the narrow bounds of country village The deep tones of the passing bell break upon the gentle repose ofnature -and call upon the husbandn,an in the field and the matron at the cradle of her infant-the hoary headed sire, and the blooming grandchildren who hang about him, listening to the tale of olden time ;- and the youthful, engaged in their inno. cent sports or virtuous employments, to mark that fellow mortal has passed that dread barrier which separates time from eternity, and that the places which have known him shall know him no more for- ever." w

 The solemn note which strikes unheed- sd on the ear of the citizen, sinks to the | heart of the less worldly villager, and its moral is not lost. A face with every line- l'nent of which he has perhaps been fa- niliar for years, he will in vain look to be- 1 aold again-and will be long ere habit can | 'ender new features so welcome or SO dear. l Early associations are destroyed-long es- customs are broken up, and a disagreeable novelty assumed their places.

 Perhaps the youthful and blooming maid- en, who but few months since was the pride and delight of every heart and eye, hath been gathered to the dust Perhaps inc young man, whose strength and indus- try gave promise of long life of useful ness hath been suddenly cut off: Perhaps he matron, whose tender cares will be an ncalculable loss to her offspring, and her 1 household, and whose benevolence to nore extended circle will be sadly missed, WU0SS S"PSs'S"~" "'~ ' egrity-whose example, industry and e. .onomy, are lost to. a family that were de- pendent on yet few more years of his ,aternal and prevalent care, hath been :alled to render up his spirit into the ,ands of his Maker. Days eIapso ere the lneral train convey tie inanimate remains o its last earthly tenement, but the shad- w of sadness still fingers on each brow he customary labors of the field are sus- pended, and the voice of mirth, and the rum of industry is hushed while the gloo- ny pageant passes. Days and months and the deceased is untOrgotten. space in the social circle is unocc"p'ed chair at the hospitable board is vacant. A change has occurred, and though its im- on the mind is not indeiible, yet SO deeply hath it been stamped, that the defacing hand of time can only obliterate 1t.

 Lord Byron's entkusiasm.-Lord Byron having spoken to me of my Memoirs, which were not then written, spoke ot his, which, all the world knew, were then composed. ..

 "In writing them,'' said he, eel had for an object the desire to unload my mind oi .i some troublesome remembrances, as well as 10 do penance, like Catholic who con- fesses himself. We think much less ot thing when we know it is written, and that we are therefore sure we cannot for- get it. have long lived in the hope oi regenerating my reputation, by showing myself to the world in new light. am going to seek in Greece the baptism ol blood. I am man of fame. bear name which will always gain in attaching ItseH 10 a grand idea. Chateaubriand, in France: would give all his literary renown, ana

 mine into the bargain, to play the part

 which is now destined for me. line was'

 as am, only five-and-thirty years ot age'

 it would not be with the staff of the p'l-

 grim but the sword of the crusader '"a' Re would re-commence his travels through Greece. When I have associated my name with one victory, or even wei,co",

 ducted retreat, who will remember Lo!o Byron, the noble lord and libertine! !! Al to my poetry, l am going to give tt clas-

 sical notoriety: it shall be grayon on tns

 ruins of the temples, upon the columns ol marble which liberty shall raise up ron

 the dust. | am now only a talker; aatei campaign, my words will be distributed amongst the people as waach-words.

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