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play of the furniture of his mind, and relying on the thought of others, and not daring to think for himself, he shall add nothing to the stock of human knowledgeresembling altogether a cistern, but by no means a spring.
XII. BARTHOLOMEW CURTIS.
"Dust shall return to the dust as it was, and the soul to God who gave it."
"Behind a frowning providence,
DEPARTED this life early on Friday night last, BARTHOEMEW CURTIS, at between seventy and eighty years of age. The history of this humble but extraordinary man, is so very remarkable, and the circumstances attending his dissolution were so unprecedentedly shocking that the writer, to whom he was for many years well known, cannot refrain from communicating a hasty though sincere tribute to the memory of the deceased.
It was the unhappy lot of Bartholomew Curtis to be born both deaf and dumb, and thus to labour under a privation of two of the most important senses belonging to the mere external frame of a human being. This, however, did not at all affect the innate vigour and intelligence of his mind, that nobler and etherial part of man. Every intellectual faculty seemed to have been lavished, as it were, upon him, in remuneration of the melancholy defects, to which it pleased an overruling Providence to subject him from his birth. Every feature in his countenance was replete with expression; in his action and gesture too, there was an eloquence singularly intelligible and far more powerful than the ordinary language of those who are blessed with all the organs of external sense At the dawn of the revolutionary war, Bartholomew Curtis glowed with such fervent zeal in the cause of liberty, and besides afforded such wonderful indications of sound and mature intellect, that the regular army could not resist his importunate demands for employinent in its lines. Being finally admitted into the service, his competency as a soldier was soon proved to the amazement and admiration of every body; for
he fought through the long and appalling scenes of the revolution, with a patience of mind and an intrepidity of spirit unsurpassed by any of his companions in arms. There are now in this neighbourhood several surviving soldiers of the same memorable conflict, who can testify to his admirable conduct in the battles of Brandywine and Germantown, to the North, and that of Guilford Court House, to the South. Stricken with years, a welcome and privileged guest at every house where he was personally known, it at last pleased Almighty God to snatch this interesting and venerable man from time to the eternal world, in a manner equally sudden and heartrending. The old man, after going to several places in the neighbourhood in his usual unceremonious way, sojourned on last Friday night, at the house of Mrs. Selah Ann Estess, in this county. He was lighted to bed, in the upper story of the house, as soon as feeble nature called for repose. Alas! about ten o'clock, after the deceased and every other member had sunk into profound sleep, the mansion of their rest was suddenly and by accident wrapped in the flames of a desolating fire, from which Bartholomew Curtis never escaped. The other persons providentially saved their lives; but the fire consumed every thing within its range. The subject of this obituary was entirely burnt up, with the exception of his bones, that remained, bleaching amidst the awful ruins, to the dawning sun of the next morning. Thus perished Bartholomew Curtis-a deaf and dumb soldier of the revolution, equally pitied for his lamentable defects, admired for his peculiar powers of mind, and venerated for his faithful services in the war that founded the independence of his native land. Let the philan thropist and the patriot re-echo the benign sentiment of the good old lady in whose dwelling he perished. "If," said she," poor Thall could only have been saved from the flames, I should not regard my own losses, great as they are." Let the whole christian community too, cherish the pious, consolatory hope, that "Heaven has raised high its portals" for the reception of the deceased, and that his spirit has been welcomed into the mansions of eternal felicity,
XIII. THE RAPIDS OF LOVE.
THERE are rapids in Love, but they fail as they flow,
There are rapids in Love, but they must be passed o'er,
Let us risk the descent, our barques shall combine,
XIV. LOVE AT THE CAPUCHIN CHAPEL.
LOVE went into the Capuchin Church,
For after all his eager search,
He saw there only men.
Oh church of grief! Oh shrine of tears!
To lift her snow-white soul in prayers,
There cannot be for man a heaven,
In virgin forms do saints abide,
XV. LOVE AT THE RACES,
LOVE went out to see the race :
Love did not in a sulky go,—
Nor travel'd like the common throng,
Part of the ceiling of the sky
And placed on either side a star.
His chariot open'd from above,
For Love sees heaven, and heaven sees Love > But when a tete-a-tete he chose,
Love bade it like a violet close.
He harness'd Hope and young Desire,
Love's wheels were of the sandal tree,
Each spoke entwin'd with jessamine flowers,
Dreams curtain'd little Love around,
Love marvelled, when the race was o'er,
66 Why, we, ourselves, can better do ;"
XVI. LOVE AT THE JOCKEY-CLUB BALL. [From the same.]
METHINKS, said Love, as I went to the race,
I'll wear me a sash of the violet's hue,
And I'll sweep its melodious silver string,
[From the same.]
WAKE him not-he dreams of bliss,
XVIII. LOVE'S BILLET-DOUX.
LOVE wrote a billet-what do you think
* Dr. James Percival.