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Show OroDQdleM Complaints. New York Ledger. Aurora, the goddess of the morning, was lamenting among the gods that she. who was so much praised by mankind, man-kind, was so little loved and sought after by them; and least of all by those who sang of her and praised her most. "Grieve not at thy fate," "is not mine the sained And consider too," continued con-tinued she, "who are those that negloct thee, and for what rivals they desert thee. Behold how. whils thou art passing by, they lie buried in the arms of sleep, and waste away body and soul. Besides, has thou not friends, bast thou not votaries enough? All creation honors thee; all the flowers flow-ers awake and deck themselves in thy rosy light, in new bridal beauty. The choir of birds welcomes thee; each contrives some new derives to hail thy brief vieits. The industrious husbandman, husband-man, the studious sage, do not neglect thee; they drink from the cup which thou protl'erest health and strength quiet and long life, doubly welcome in that tly en joy thee, undisturbed by the noisy rout of sleeping fools. Dost thou deem it little happiness to be beloved and be unapproaehed by the multitude? 'Tis the highest, pleasure of love among God and men." Aurora blushed at her groundless complaints, and every fair one, who is puro and innocent like her, desires the same good fortune for herself. |