The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 4, December, 1834Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 4, December, 1834
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They do not always answer the end
proposed. They are eluded by refinements upon "Luxury" until it becomes
"Luxury" in excess. It must be the province of the legislature to
prevent this abuse. The most effectual laws would be those, which would
remove that ridiculous respect, which is paid to frivolous exteriors,
and would attach real respect to merit alone; which would destroy that
unjust contempt into which modest simplicity has fallen by a depravity
of taste and reason. He, who by a wise legislation would discover the
secret of banishing those prejudices, would render an essential service
to humanity. Virtue and emulation would flourish--vice and folly no
longer appear. After all, I would not have it forgot, that I have
agreed, that what would be "Luxury" at one time, and for one order of
people, is not so for another. The "Luxury" which destroys a republic,
would not perhaps destroy a large kingdom; but there is a degree of
"Luxury" prejudicial to the most opulent monarchy. The universal use of
wine would be ruinous to this country, but not so to France. The detail
and analysis of those distinctions, are perhaps the most important
object to humanity. I am persuaded, that the public good, the repose of
families, and the happiness of the present and future generations
depend upon it.
B. B. B. H.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
TO ----
"_Agite Mais Constant_."
"Though the speed with which we are hurried through the immensity of
space, is not perceptible to our vision; yet the _truth_ that '_Time_
is ever on the wing,' should teach us to be wise while it is called
'_to-day_.'"
Pleasures of _time_ and _sense_ can give
No hope or real joy;
They leave an aching void behind,
Are mixed with base alloy.
Say, wouldst thou twine a lasting wreath
To deck thy forehead fair,
Go--wipe away the _widow's_ tear,
And sooth the _orphan's_ care.
Wouldst thou be meet to join the choir
Who sing in endless bliss,
Go--drink at that Eternal Fount,
Whose stream shall never cease.
Wouldst thou improve the talents here,
Transmitted from above;
Go--turn the sinner from his way,
And prove a Saviour's love.
POWHATAN.
EXTRACT.
Men will wrangle for religion; write for it; fight for it; die for it;
any thing but--_live_ for it.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
ELOQUENCE.
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