Aftonbladet – 14 mars 1840, sida 3

de, så att de kunna begagnas till förråd för vapen och lifsförnödenheter. 30:0 Deras invånare skola äfven anses såsom militär-kolonister, samt fullgöra samma skyldigheter, som byarnes. De utgöra garnisonerna samt besörja så väl betäckningar vid transporter, som arbets-kompagniernas förrättningar. 31:0 Generalstabens underhåll, arsenaler och förråder, uppbäres gezom pålsgor af de öfriga, icke militäriskt Organiserade delaråe af kolonien, dels in natura, dels i pennivgar. a RR e————— (Insändt.) To the Aulthoress of HEMMET, eller familjesorger och fröjder. Tis midnight; and the rapid moments fly, With quick but noiseless wing, across yon sky — So near, we counts its lamps — and yet so high That human thought neer graspd its endless majesty! II ; They fly — ah! whither? tis up heavnward! — there Weohere, robd in mentle-splendours, worlds up-bear The throne of Him, Almighty, whom none dare Behold and live save enly through the veil of prayr. 1 And what their errand? See! from far and near They sweep through space till, struck. with hum, ble fear, All straight alight before His footstool dear, — And each matis jouraal, tlivughts, words, acts, God now shall hear. IV Yes! Oden had two messengers which flew, Each dawning day, Heimskringtås circuit tbrough And then, with fatthful tidisgs, backward drew To him, their Raven-God, and told him what they knew: Vv But our All-father, though His eye did scan All things as present, ere the worlds began, Sees in Existence countless Life, ner can Nor will refuse their hosts to wateh and guard weak man. — vI Then go and welceme, friends! but not too fast Your. tiny wings will whirl; for, as each last Sweet page I turn, and ere the Moments past — I, glad, my whole hearts thanks upon its pinions cast. Vil Yes! bear my thanks, wherever ye may roam, (But most to Him from whom all good doth come) For all those pictures, treasured ia Her tome, Of Gods own Heavn on Earth — a pure and peaceful cHome,. Vv I In Loves own garments is Her Spirit dight, And Love she paints -Love stromg in Virtues might; Her Sun Her Moon are Truth and Goodness hight, And neer in Her blue skies do Comet-glares affrigbt. IX Let others boast their ahad pre-eminence, — With show, indeed, of wit but little sense Confounding right.and wrong;— We turn ustlience, And ito the: Queen of innocent hearts do reverence. Ne 4 4 Then hail, dear Lady! — few have so begun, Few so contimued, Glorys path to run; Nor, though its accent strange, my homage sbun, — The voice of God; of hearts, of nature is but one! G.S. P1 — Uti Freja för i går lästes följande lilla pikanta bit: aLandtmarskelken har sin klubba och slagtaren sin. Den ene slår en exe, den andre en motion för paunan, så han dimper. Men slagtaren är lyckligare, än Landtmarskaiken i det hänseende,satt hen har ett förkläde. Huruw ofta skulle icke Landtmarskalken önska sig ett sådant. Vi känna mera än en qvinna, som, erdast hon hade ett förkläde att. dermed sysselsätta sina händer, alltid visste dölja hvarje förlägenhet, som aunarg jagade rodnaden, öfver hennes kinder. sti no nr ARE ld TT A NYTT DT CC TIN BD ET DD AA TATT GQ mv