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On Sunrise.

On Sunrise.

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BY DOW JR.


TEXT. The early lark, the messenger of Day,
Saluted in her song the morning gray ;
And soon the Sun arose with beams so bright,
That all th' horizon laughed to see the joyous sight. DRYDEN.
BY DOW JR.


TEXT. The early lark, the messenger of Day,
Saluted in her song the morning gray ;
And soon the Sun arose with beams so bright,
That all th' horizon laughed to see the joyous sight. DRYDEN.

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O SURISE.BY DOW JR.TEXT. The early lark, the messenger of Day,Saluted in her song the morning gray ;And soon the Sun arose with beams so bright,That all th' horizon laughed to see the joyous sight. DRYDE.MY HEARERS Did you ever see the sun rise ? If you never did, yoursluggishness, drowsiness, or laziness, has deprived you of one of themost glorious sights ever exhibited in the great diorama of the worlda sight that is worth more to behold, than all your cattle shows, yourbear dances, your monkey tricks, and your giraffe exhibitions, whichonly steal away your sixpences, and don't add a hooter to either yourmorals or your healths. When I consider the sleepiness of the timesand the drowsiness of the world, I cannot but take it for granted thatyou never did sec the sun rise. Well, I can readily excuse you for Ican say but little, on that score, in my own behalf. I can, nevertheless, preach from experience upon the glories of the morning. Havingretired to my virtuous couch, one dog-day night last summer and being somewhat troubled in mind, and more so in body, from a whole army of mu&muUtea thai wviukd my lut&ti promontory 1 I arose ttntlseated myself, in my night-gown, at my chamber window, which looksupon the east, and waited anxiously for the coming of the dawn. Thehalf used-up moon stole gently down and shook her silvery wings overmy already silvered hairs, and the aspect of things in general was mostbeautiful and lovely to behold. ature was fast asleep in the ebonyarms of Somnus, and not a sound interrupted the solemn stillness, save220 SHORT PATET SERMOS.the pitiful plaint of a love-lorn catydid, or an occasional yawl fromsomeneighboring, sac religious cat. But, as I was saying, I sat impatientlywaiting for the opening of day ; and O, my friends ! it did, at last, openrich, like a mill-pond oyster! Yes, the blushing Morn at length camo
 
traveling up from the oriental clime, and sowed the earth with pearlsand diamonds, that glittered upon the dark bosom of ight like jewelsupon the brow of an Ethiopian wench. The stars grew fainter on theethereal plains, as Aurora, the fair daughter of the dawn, with rosyhands unbarred the golden gates of light, and let a fresh flood of gloryoverdo w the fair empire of the East. As she shook the tears from hermantle and added an extra coat of rouge to her cheeks, the new-bornbabe of day crept from Fithon's darksome bed, and came scratchingover the blushing hill-tops, like a distracted bed-bug over the pillow of silent repose.Oh, my friends ! it was a glorious sight to witness the gradual developments of that gorgeous Morn ! so joyful ! so brilliant ! so splendid ! It seemed as though purple-winged angels had come down withtheir red bandannas to wipe the last tear of sorrow from a dejectedworld, and to light up an everlasting smile of joy upon the jaundicedface of the universe : and then when Sol first erected his flaming bristles above the confines of the horizon, wasn't there splendor, beauty andmusic of the tallest order ? The trees blossomed with silver, and pellets of chrystal bedecked the meadows. The violets opened their budsand laughed for joy the cowslips unlocked their cells and roses ex.panded with delight as the sun licked the dews from the damask cor-rolla. Myriads of feathered songsters warbled forth their merry notes, just as easy and as natural as a pocket organ and Love, Harmony,Joy and Peace seemed to be dancing a quadrillion over beds of flowers,and amid the perfume of paradise !My hearers such are a few of the bcav* ; es of morning ; but to describe the whole is totally without the pale of my poverty-stricken powers. Instead of laying on the colors with the hand of a skillful artist,I am sure that I have been guilty of a most wretched daub ; but if youwish to witness the refulgence of the reality, I advise you to drink lessin the evening go to bed earlier and when the first oriental ray un-sodders your eye-lids, to jump up ind dress, ere your leaden senses arebound in the second edition of slumber. Yes, rise with the lark ; if you would behold the brightness of the morning, and be blest with itsbeneficial dews ; for remember that the success of the day and thetranquility of the evening depend upon the manner in which it is spent ;
 
SHORT PATET SERMOS. 221and ob ! remember, my friends, that tbe morning of existence is equallyas bright and of as short duration as the natural morn and ,that ourwelfare through life depends upon the way in which we dispose of itsfew fleeting hours. How many there are who slumber away theiryouthful mornings in a sluggish torpidity, while the dews of instructionare wasting around them, and while the rising sun of ambition in vaininvites them onward to the fair temple of Fame, which adorns the highmountain of manhood ! Aye, how many do I see around me of the juvenile race, who had rather die in their lethargy than be seasonablyaroused to the toils of a necessary subsistence ! Too many, by multitudes. Why, my friends, I believe that people go to perdition more. willingly than formerly, because they can go with less inconvenience,and at a cheaper rate. Since the introduction of hard coal, the infernal regions have been greatly enlarged, so that they can now uncewfortably accommodate the whole human race, whither they all appearto be bound, for a certainty. My friend, Mr. Amos Leeds, is the principal agent of Old ick for the supply of fuel ; and as he deals mostextensively in the article, and sells it cheaper, and has a better qualitythan any body else, there is no danger of the fires ever being extinguished for the want of coal.My friends, one and all ! behold how soon the splendors of morningvanish ! how soon its balmy odors lose their fragrance beneath the tepidrays of the rising sun ! how soon it is swallowed up in the black jawsof night ! You may know the moral of all this without any further aidof my gaseous antiloqucnce. You know that life's morn is equally asevanescent that the flowers of youth waste their perfume long ere themeridian of manhood that the evening twilight of age quickly succeedsand then the last rays of man's setting sun are soon extinguished inthe tenebrious night of death. And now, if you will only spend the remainder of the day of existence temperately, wisely, honestly and mor-rally and take care that you do not, at last, go to your sepulchral bedswith a solid supper of sin upon your stomachs you will v,ake up refreshed on that glorious morn of the Future, which is yet to dawn upona brighter world, where the rose blossoms upon the laurel where thebalmy dews are never dried and where the bowers of bliss foreverbloom. So mote it be !

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