Daily Bulletin. (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 7, Ed. 1, Saturday, December 4, 1841 Page: 1 of 4
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Pally Bulletin.
Printed and Published every morning at One Dollar and Fifty Cents per month.
VOL. i.
AUSTIN CITY SATURDAY DECEMBER 4 1841.
NO. VII.
To the Editor of the Daily Bulletin:
Should you deem the following woflhy of a place in the "Daily
Bulletin." you will inrt it It was originally written for the New
Orleans Bulletin in which paper it appeared a lew years ago. C.
SONG FOR A MISANTHROPE.
" Look on me! there is an order
Of mortals on the earth who do become
Old in their youth and die ere middle age
Without the evidence of warlike death;
Some perishing of pleasure some of study
Some worn with toil some of mere weariness
Some of disease and some of insanity
And some of wither'd or broken hearts;
For this last is a malady which slays
More than are numbjred on the lists of Fate
Taking all shapes and bearing many names." Byro.v.
I would I were once more a boy
Artless and happy as in youth
When every day had its own joy.
Which seemed immutable as truth ;
But no my bark will see no more
Young life.
nor its bright golden shore.
Then I had hope and happiness
Youth and its pleasures were my own:
A mother gently stoop'd to kiss
Her boy but all these days have flown ;
Mother and sister too are gone
All rest beneath the cold grave-stone !
Why should I Avish again for youth?
Since all its sparkling joys have fled
And all I fondly hoped was truth
Prov'd false and early friends are dead ;
Lonely and drear my" path would be
Back to the scenes of childhood's glee.
To me the future seems as dark
As void of hope and happiness
As is the past; I see no spark
To bless and cheer me on and this
But chills my heart already drear
Like autumn leaf withered and sear.
Like distant island in the sea
Rent by the storm and by the wave
I stand and calmly wish to be
' Soon laid within the peaceful grave :
For I have seen enough of life
Enough of trouble and of strife.
All now is barren as the sands
Of scorch'd and herbless desert wild ;
In scorn all point at me their hands;
Oh Earth ! take back thy wayward child-
Take back for I have been deceiv'd
To much of what I heard believed.
Deceived by her I lov'd so well
Deceived by friend as well as foe ;
Ah! who the pang of love can tell
That's unrequited here below?
Keen 'tis as pain of those who feel
The point of the assassin's steel.
I look abroad o'er the glad earth
At countless stars and midnight moon;
And wonder why I e'er had birth
To' wretched live without a boon . '
To cheer me in my lonely way
And shed hope o'er my darkest day.
In childhood's early hours of life
When all was hope and sunshine bright
And when with joy the heart was rife "
Without one cloud to check its light
I deem'd life always thus would be
A stream of pure tranquility.
But soon the bitter with the sweet
The cold and dark with light were mix'd;
So rapid did they run to meet
And mingle that my fate seemed fixed;
:Tvas fix;d henceforward to this day
The bitter drives the sweet away.
I sought a solitary cave
Scoop'd out in wild and rocky glen
And there I wished to make my grave.
And die far from the haunts of men
Forgetting all by all forgot
This seenfd to me a precious lot.
Contentment (wherefore name the word
Since unto me 'tis but a name)
Contentment kindness all unheard
Unknown to me except by fame
These came not and I could not find .
The boon I sought peace peace of mind.
I've heard of calm and still retreat
In lonely vale with a lov'd few
Where joy and hope 'together meet
And friend to friend proves ever true
Where life grows brighter day by day
Like skies when storms have passed away.
But calm retreat and blessed few
I know not and I cannot feel;
'Mong all the joys I ever knew
None have the power my mind to heal;
All are but mock'ries to me now
Darkning the cloud upon my brow.
I will not longer wear away
My heart in bitterness of grief;
The time is coming near the day
When death shall calmly bring relief
Relief from all my cares and sorrow
'Tis well if it arrive to-morrow.
The sleep of death is sweet and calm;
To weary heart and throbbing brow
It brings relief it bears a balm;
I feel it stealing o'er me now
Time and its troubles all are o'er;
Death! bear me to a happier shore.
A Lover's Attraction.-A young lover was droop-
ing into a day-dream while sitting with his brothers
and sisters and his thoughts had turned on the cruel-
ty of his mistress. He was for a moment dreaming of
her when pussey stretching her paws scratched his leg
with a claw: there was an instant association it is pre-
sumed of the wound with the lady's cruelty for he
started and exclaimed "Oh Arabella don't!"
J Swimming Soldiers. In a recent work on swim-
nu ug ana us application 10 me an oi war oy .jyi. .uc
Vicomte de Courtivron a French field-officer he re-
commended the formation of a company of swimming
soldiers in every regiment and describes the various
important duties of which they would be capable
among which is even that of conducting cannon placed
on rafts to any desired position !
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Whiting, S. Daily Bulletin. (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 7, Ed. 1, Saturday, December 4, 1841, newspaper, December 4, 1841; Austin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth80062/m1/1/: accessed April 24, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.