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From the Now-York Flvanelist
Contemplation of the Starry
Translated from the German of ZuJIikoff'cr,
BT ELIHU BCRRIT, A. M.
Everything in n.iture is instructive, the
nnimate and inanimate, the small and the
great, the part and the whole. Everything
announces the g'-eatness of God, and remind-!
us of our duty anil destiny. Every
thing is the voice of our Heavenly Father,
who leads us. his children, as it were, by the
hand ; shows us his work, and then awakens
tis to reflection, and guides us to wisdom and
1iappines. Every plani, every stone, every
animal, and every man, is a herald of his wis
dom, his power, and goo Iness ; a way-mark
to Him who lias created, sustains and gov
erns all, and in whom we live and act. All
that surrounds us, instructs, admonishes, en
courages, and co uforts him who has an eye
to see and a heart to feel.
But of all the objects that come w ithin the
compass of our vision, what more exalts the
mind nnd fills it with noble sentiments, than
the view of the starry heavens! Here,
however, remains unmoved and inensitive,
nor recognizes the footprints of Supreme
Power and Wisdom, nor the voice of the
Creator and Father of nature ; that indivi
dual occupies the nethermost grade of hu
manity, not far exalted above the irrational
tenants of the field. What an impression
did this spectacle .nake on the Psalmist,
whose knowledge with regard to these won
ders of the Deity, was so circumscribed in
comparison with ours? "Wlen I consider
the heavens," says he, "and the moon, and
the stars, which thou hast ordained, what is
man, that thou art mindful of him, or the son
of man, that thou visitest him !'
Are thoughts like these strangers to us ?
Have we never felt the greatness and majes
ty of this spectacle in the vacant stillness of
the night, when the heavens spread out be
fore us a'l their splendor f At such a mo
ment, have we never worshiped in prostrate
adoration, him who created the sun, moon,
and stars, and in obedience to whose com
mand they all move and act T To many of
ns, I trust, these hallowed feelings and re
fined enjoyments, these aspirations of the
heart and soul towards the Creator, are not
unknown. Have we never in the meditative
stillness of the evening hour, while raising
our eyes to contemplate the starry heavens,
perceived "a still, small voiced stealing down
from those cerulean depths, and whispering
softly in the ear of our listening spirits :
Adore the greatness and goodness of God ; j
feel your nothingness and learn humility;
feel your dignity and learn to think greatly
Let us listen again to that voice it cries
to ui still : Adore the greatness and glory of
God. How can wo mistake the Everlasting,
the Infinite Almighty, the All-wise,and Good,
in these his works ! these, the great mirror
of his attributes, the grand planispherical ex
hibition of his character! What works!
Who can survey their number, their count
less hosts ! Who can measure their magni
tude and distance ; who can describe their
order, their interconnection, their movements,
nnd their influence upon all living end sensi
tive beings ! Where is the beginning, the
centre, the end ? From every part of this
terraqueous globe where we dwell, the heav
ens surround us, and exhibit to our view in
everv direction, a new nnd innumerable mnl.
i. - , jr. j -i i i r-
titude of stars, and suns, and wot Ids. Even
our naked vision can comprehend more of
them than we can count. From every side,
rays ol light come streaming upon our eyes
from the remotest regions of the immeasur
able universe ; and when provided with the
instruments of art, we discover millions ol
luminous bodies, where at first we beheld a
mete blank, or glimmering haze. And w hen,
in our imaginations, we ascend from one star
to another, from one sun to another, and
thence contemplate the starry heavens, do
we cease to behold new theatres of wonders,
or thence catch a glimpse of the terminating
pillar of creation, towering up on the borders
of non-existence ? Is it an idle conceit of
lancy, to suppose there are millions of luiui
nutiug bodies in the universe, whose rays of
light, even from the beginning of creation,
have been streaming down towards the eye
of man with inconceivable velocity, and
which are still on their way, and will lie seen
and felt only by those who shall live at the
concluding ages of ti i e !
And now lot us contemplate those more '
numerous opaque bodies, for which these
fountains of life and light exist, nnd which
we may discover by the naked or aided eye.
Surely, then, those remote suns are not for
us. As our sun enlightens this planet, and
all its inhabitants ; warms, enlivens, and in
fuses activity and delight into all sensitive
beings : so each of that unnumbered host of j
suns accomplishes the design in the world j
which its Creator prescribed it. In the
realm of Jehovah, who is in himself wisdom j
and love, there nowheie can be splendor j
w ithout use, means without design, or cause j
without eilect. There is no sequestered spot,
no isolated corner in those vast domains.;
where the inaninntn and joyless silence ol (
death bears rule ; but all. every inch of the(
interminable universe lies under the influence
of omnipresent power, activity, life, and hap
piness. Yes, the whole immeasurable crea- (
tion of God is filled with myriads of living, '
feeling, thinking beings, that are susceptible j
of lnppines ; who all praise their Creator,
and rejoice in the plenitude of his munili-j
cence. Each star is a sun ; every planet
has its own peculiar inhabitants, who drink;
in from the opened fountains of light, life and
joy to the full.
The contemplation of the starry heavens
leads us to feel our oirn nothingness and learn
to be humble. Does a man walk in the in
dulgence of idle pride, the vainest of all hu
man passions ; and does this suffer him to
forget his own impotence and exalt himself
above his brother, then let him view this il
lustrious theatre of God's glory. Let him
look up into these illuminated heights, and
let his despised brother ask him to tell the
number ot the stars, to give each and all a
name. Let him ask the proud mortal to try,
if by searching he can find out that Power
that gives them existence, and upholds them
in being ; that prescribes their courses, fixes
their boundaries, and commands them to rise
and set. Do you know, let him ak, the
form, the structure, the internal organization
of the millions of worlds that revolve around
those millions of suns. Know you when
each of these suns, each of these worlds was
called into existence, how long each of them
will continue in its sphere, how long they
shall shine, and when they shall close their
splendor and be no more t Can you, from
this obscure tenement, survey the whole im
measurable world I At any distance, how
ever inconceivable, would you not behold
new heavens, and new suns, ana new worlds?
And when you know and feel this, feel your
own ignorance nnd the greatness of God.
While you cast a far-reaching glance into the
limitless circuit of creation, look then upon
your own dwelling ; look around you and
compare the earth with the heavens, the vis
ible with the invisible, and yourself with all
that is around you. What now is this globe
of earth against this immeasurable all ! Is it
more than a drop of the bucket, than the small
dost of the ballance t And what are you
compared with the globe you inhabit ! Count,
if you can, the human race which lived belore
you, and are now slumbering in the dust, and
the human race thtt shall come after you,
whose dust shall :dso mingle with that o.
the predecessor. Count all the beings that
now swarm upon the earth ; compare these
with the infinitely p'ore numerous multitude
of the remaining" .irtabitants of he world ;
then say if yon make a large, a considerable
part of the whole. How far extends your
sphere of action 1 How many spans can
you embrace with yourpower ? Hovvmuch oi
the earth will your dust soon cover ? How
long will the sand hillock stand that is raised
above it ? Man, must you not be lost among
the creatures of this planet ; and this whole
planet be lost in the multitude of worlds
that surround it ! And yet can you be proud !
can you magnify yourself on account of your
wisdom, your power, your glory, your
wealth ? Can you consider yourself the most
important of all created beings; yet believe
that all exists for you : all is instituted for
your wish, that all must bow to you ! Then
must yon believe that the Cretaor does vou
wrong if he cares for others as well as you ;
that your contemporary the worm, which
crawls beneath your fret, injures you when
it esteems you no better than itself, nor re
cognizes your pre-eminence, nor bows in
blind submission to your will. O. if you ean
be proud here, here in view of the starry
heavens, then, notwithstanding your boasted
elevation, you have lost your reason.
It will be interesting to the reader to look
over the following scattered anecdotes re
lating to an extraordinary man, "over whose
mighty mind an I corrupt heart the Christian
lingers with sorrow, the nuralist with won
der, and the woi Id at large w ith regret A
nvin whom it is n,w difficult, to praise, yet
whom, hut for some lamentable weakness, it
would have been almost as dilficult not to
Loyd s :ys lint " he was a courtier from
the cradle to the grave, sucking in experience
with his milk, being inured to policy as ear
ly to hw gianmir. When a boy Queen
Elizabeth t ok uric'i notice o! him, admir
ing his ingenious answeis, and alluding to the
post held by I, is father, used to style him
familiarly her young Lord Keeper. She once
inquired the age of the gifted boy, to which
he replied readily, that "h ; was two years
younger than her majesty's happy reign."
It was remarked by the famous Earl of
Salisbury, that Raleigh was a good orator,
though a bad writer Northampton a good
writer, though a bad orator but that Bacon
excelled in both. Howell who must have
often listened to his oratory, speaks of him
as " the eloqncntesl that was born in this
His infoimation on all subjects was aston
ishing. " I have heard him," says Oborn,
in his Advice to his Son, "entertain a coun
try Lord in the proper terms relating to
hawks and dogs; and at another time out-cant
a London chirurgcon." Of money, he said,
it was, like manure, of no use till it was
How extraordinary and how humiliating
to human nature must have been that scene,
when the great philosopher stood a cringing
appliant to his peers, "craving pardon of
God and his fellows, and promising to amend
that lile, which, apparently but for such ex
posure, would have been transmitted to pos
terity as proud and faultless as his genius.
When he delivered the great seal to the four
peers who had been commissioned to receive
it, "it was the kings favor," he said, "that
gave me this; and it is through my own fault
that he has taken it away." When the in
strument was delivered to James, he mut
tered some words respecting his difficulty in
selecting a successor "As to my lawyers,"
Bacon was apparently uuie uisiressu uy
Ki fall, fiondomar. the Spanish Ambassador
happened to encounter him immediately af
ter that event, with equal bad taste and oaa
feeling wished him ironically, a merry East
er! "And to you, signor," replied Bacon,
" I wish a merry Pass-over!" the reply not
only comprehended a wish that the ambas-
sadors were all out of the kingdom, Dut allu
ded to his supposed Jewish origin the greatest
insult which could nave Deen ouerou iu a
Iderers, home. We seem to hear their blest
The degradation of the wonderful genius voices, as they mingle around the throne of
while it distressed the good and qualified the tte Most High Whose soul will not kindle
evil, could even allbrd merriment to thewjthin nim? and whose spirit will not thrill
wretched punsters o( the age. Alluding with estacv on contemplating scenes like
alike to his misconduct and his poverty, his
new titles of Verulam and St. Alliens were
easily converted into Very-lame and St.
Wilson describes Lord Bacon ns of a
middling stature, his "presence grave and
comely," but adds that
appearance of old age. Huhry says ''he
had a delicate lively, Imzle eye. Dr. Har
vey told me "it was like the eye of a viper."
The same writer relates one or two cha
racteristic anecdotes of this extraordina
ry man. Il? was once watching some
fishermen from the garden at York House
and oll'ered them a certain sum for the re-
suit of their draught; which they refused,
! considering it insuflicienl. On drawing
their net, they found that it only contained
two or three small fish. Lord I!.iC''!i '"I-1
. . .
j them they had better have accepted his offer,
j The men replied that they had hoped for
(better success. "Hope," said his lordship,
j'is a good breakfast, but a bad supper."'
i When the I'ishop of Ltmdon cut down
; some line trees at the Episcopal Palace at
Fulham, Bacon told him that he was a good
expounder of dark places.
I When some person hinted to him that it
! was time to look about him, "Sir," w as the
' reply, "I do not look iL'jut me I look above
Queen Elizabeth, when on a vt-it to
Lord Bacon at Redgrave, happened to make
an observation on the small size of his house
".Madam," l.e replied, "my house is s.nall;
but it is you who has made me too great for
Kins James, sa vs I Iowell. once asked his
opinion of a French Ambassador who had
recently arrived. Bacon replied that ie
thought him a tall, well looking m in. " But
what do you think of his hca.i pure?" asked
the king, "sir," said Bacon, " tall men are like
houses four or five stories, wherein, com
monly, the uppermost rooms fire worst fur
nished." I do not know whether this was
the French Ambassador, who told Lord Ba
con, on his first introduction, that he always
compared him to nn angel, of whom he
heard and read much, but had never seen.
Bacon replied modestly, that "il the chari
ties of others compared him to an angel, his
own infirmities told him that he was a man."
If Bacon can at all he compared to an angel,
it must certainly be a fallen one.
Aubry informs us on authority of Thomas
Hobbs, that B icon owed his death to his
indiscrete eagerness in pursuing a philo
sophical experiment. He happened to be
taking the air in his coach near Ilighgate,
I when an ide i came into his head that flesh
t might be preserved in snow as well as in salt.
I The snow at the time laying thick on the
l ground, he resolved to make the experiment;
I and "stayed so long in doing it;" that he was
seized with a shivering fit anil was obliged
to be carried to Lord Arudel's house at High
gate. Unfortunately he was placed in a
damp bed, by which his disorder was so much
aggravated that he died in a few days.
Parody on a Southern Winter.
Winter has come, the saddest season of all
the year. Its sunsets and its forests, how
gloomy and lonely they seem.
There is a pensive beauty in Winter's
days. Nature is now clothed in her dullest
drapery, the forest leaves arc dry and crisp,
for she has put on her frigid aspect, for the
sighing of the breeze and the falling leaf, are
Nature's knell for her fallen glories ; now
all the beautiful things have lost their beauty,
and all bright things their brightness. These
changeful sceneries, lend a touching interest
to Winter's days. Go into the thick deep
wood ; listen to the hushed, deep mur
mur of the evening breeze, as it undulates
the sacred foliage ; look away into yonder
vault of Heaven, in this sunset hour ; how
the hews of topaz, and amethyst, and gold,
beautifully blend with each other, and stream
in living light across the ether sky. It is the
verge gate of Heaven and that lone star
seems to be a beacoh light, hung out from
His golden portals to guide ns, erring wan-
these ? Hamburg S. C. Journal.
How eloquent is nature! who is not
pure;' and better when he listens to her
voice ? How impressively does God speak
to us, at this sweet, sad season ! How he
be ea.lv wove tlie!,rl? g'"nes aiiu ms g.ory pass ueioro
II... I .:. 1 L- l L.f
us : ne maK.es an nature ueauu:ui,ana gives
us faculties to enjoy its beauties. Sweet
flowers, ye too, in your ever varying hues
and delicious odors, whisper the name of
your Creator. Ye wear the richest dyes,
and send forth the sweetest fragrance, as
you are about to fade and die. Apt emblems
of life !
The autumn of our days is coming, but if
we ire ready like the glorious lorests and
! ut"l Howers,we may wrap our garments
' about ns. and wait in liolv neaee. till we are
' f"lll,il tlx lilj-if In 4fchitit.f immArtn!" In fttA
luuuru 10 iiioomi in
j gardens of God. lk
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uuiivi. I'm Ill Ulll IIIIIIIVI IUI ... W1W
Hints for the Month.
Winter is now upon us and the farmer
must be vigilant to secure what he has gain
ed by the labor of summer. Flocks nnd.
herds need close attention, or they will soon.
!ose much that has been gained by half a
Animals thrive rapidly in warm weather
this thriving may be continued through.
j winter, by creating artificially the advanta-
: S" of -'"mnier; for irstance,
The green and suc.-ulent food of summer
! w miitateJ 1-y feeding nw copiously;
The comfort of summer may in some de
gree be conferred by having good stables and
And other things may add materially to
these, as the frequent salting of food: the
free use of good litter; and constant supply
of pure fresh water:
To feed an animal on dry food exclusively
would be like feeding a man on dry Indian
meal, which would be rather hard;
To deprive it of shelter, would be like
making a man sleep in the snow drift, whicht
would be rather cold;
And to deprive a man of drink and condf
mcnt, he would think was rather short allow
ance. All would have a tendency to tak
ofl" his flesh; and what would reduce the flesh?
of a man, would tend to reduce the flesh- of
an animal. A want of comfort is a waste of
Horses that have run to grass all the past
season, should not be kept on dry hay and
grain; the danger of disease, so common at
this season, would be greatly lessened, if they
had a liberal supply of roots. They soon
learn to eat all kinds.
Be careful not to waste fodder have good
racks and feeding troughs.
Chop up cornstalks finely for cattle; the
body of the stalks, usually Wasted, is the
richest part. If Wm. Webb of Delaware,
can make 1,000 lbs of sugar from an acre of
cornstalks, after the leaves are stripped ofli
such rich and sugary fodder should not to
thrown away. Salt it and meal it, and they
will soon eat it.
Straw, or coarse hay, sprinkled with brine,
is readily eaten by cattle, and the salt does
Thresh your grain Joon, before the rat
Repair broken tools, and procure new
ones, of the very best construction only.
Read the New Genesee Farmer for the
past and present year, make a memorandum
of eery thing worth practising, arrange these
memoranda for every w eek next season, and
put them into actual operation as each pro
per season arrives. Pursuing this course,
will make, in a few years, any man of de
cent common sense a first rate practical far
mer. Try, if you have any doubt, and if
you have not, try.
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