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SOLITARY MUSINGS.
CONCLUDED.
We are passing ituunj ! We live in
n world of life, motion, and progres
sion. On its surface dwell multiplied
millions of animated bein, from man,
the highest order of intelligence, down
to the lowest grade of bcir.fr. Inter-
spersed in every direction are lii.iir.an
beings of different intellects, different
habits, different pursuits, uitiereut in
degrees of civilization and enlighten
ment, from the lowest order of savage
life to the most enlightened and intel
ligent circles in the land of Christen
dom. " All, even from those who have
for ages groped in grossest darknevs,
who had onlv the faintest scintilla-
tions of the lights of nature to direct
them, to those wno for centuries have
had the learning of the. most, renown
ed and classical nation) of antiquity
handed down to them, with all the im
provement and advantages of civil
ized life, and above all, with the great
wurcr. and fountain of nil light the
Jiibl$ whatever their religion, what
ever the object or objects of their wcr
hip, whether i'agan. Jewish or Chris
tian in their belief, have cherhsued the
conviction that there is an hereafter.
-a future destination.
i n:cupi an
Ages and among all nations it .has pre
vailed a.id it is " a truth that has
lived in the hopes g:jU iloatea ti.rou
the language, of all the to;
o"'-r" -"'
fa "if f MM fiW.r.:r,J ';m.'
tribes of our kind". It sprang not
from the speculations of philosophy,
or the refinements cf science, but from
a deeper and stronger root the ra
tional powers of the human soul.
The poor untutored Indian or savage,
whether he roams the f. arsis and
wilds of America,
"From P&tionia'KFno'v-invp.-trd isle?,
To Daricn, where cunstant verdure tiiuks'';
or whether his habitation and hunting
grounds be amid the fastnesses and
gorgesof the Rocky Mountains; or his
home in the bleak and .sterile regions
of New Britain's "lakes and bays; or
whether he bo found in the polar re
gions of the Oid World; among the
Scandinavians; in the ice-clad huts of
iS'ova-Zemb!
hi a: in the golden Indiasjl , , , ,
'. T1 i , . ' disappointments. Then wo are ob
)cean:c Isles, loo&s into tnc ,. , . .fnw n:ip , ...
or in the O
future, however faint his perception,
for a better state cf things. He sees
God in the clouds; hears Him in the
roaring winds, and worships Ilim in
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, , , . . . i . i
land", and consoles himself in the
belief that all the dear and loved ones
that have departed and gone before to
some place unknown, will meet him
'itr, as before,
' "Some Summer morning",
r.
in some better home,
'Some infer world, in dcp'.li of wood embrac
ed! r
Some happier island in the watery waste"';
, ,1 th -'and
yet -
'Hi oul, proud sclenco never taught to
trsy : "
fit th iolar walk, o milky way".
j -None who survive tho age of child
hood but 'must, at som time or other,
feel the pangs of sorrow or sadness in
vlevrof the'.'ilis of .lifeiyat obtruded
even At times when thereV,a5 much
o please and afford a degreV cf hap
piness.'. .A ft retreat from taV evils
v1 And miseries Attendant on ourjth,
phichJ.corUAPP'so lYAvidly beforf
as we lobfc back on? oar past life'.W
vt intuitively look forward tor re-
the rising ana seung sun; an- 1:1 .sjIov,irl. w.or,j sorapw,Hrt, j,, t)C dis
dress. Thus il: is in savage or civil
I iff. To no other tribunal can we
look with certainty.
No man who lias parsed ilia middle,
point of life, can sit clown to feast upon
the pleasures of youth without having
the banquet embittered by the cup of
sorrow. lie may revive the memory
of many pleasing extravagancies, or
lucky accidents; many days of harm
less frolic may occur, and many nights
of honest festivity, but sadness will
steal over the heart from the reflection
that; they can. never again he realized on
earth, and can only live as oases in
lnnnuiiy's waste. It is a melancholy
reflection that any object that once
p:ave us delight should depart forever.
As we pass on through the journey of
life, how often do we recall scenes
which are past, scenes that are never
to ret urn, but scenes on which re
membrance will ever dwell with ex-
Luisito fondness, because they bring
J to reco'lrctiou our juvenile associates,
j.ir.;r vorcis, their thoughts, and the
; manv tln i'lir.': seasons of pleasure we
i
enjoyed in their company. How of
ten, too, are we reminded of the niot
pure, genuine and disinterested ties of
affection which have been severed by
tim:i and distance!
Il is seldom in nge that we are per
mitted to enjoy the society of those
who were
the
of our
i youthful day?, to whom we were at
taehed by all the congeniality of feel
ing and sentiment. When we have
but just arlivedto the age of matu
rity, in vain c;o we loo!
t round us for
the young associates of our childhood,
for those blithesome young beings
who participated in our innocent
.'port'', and miatrled in tho rounds of
i our childish gioe. Hut now!
ere they I They are either sca'.tered
j i.i countries distant and unknown to
!". uv, cr, more likely, have been ar-
!,,.,..,! :,v th,. ,.,.;, ,,., f death ! Ah!
!'. by the cold hand of death !
w.nere are those to whom we were
once bound by every tender feeling
''jlhe.i, can link "harmonious souls" to-
l ., n m, , , . .
nemcn l nev nave nassea rom ear ti
never to be heard from more. How
melancholy ! how much to be regret
ed ! but how true the reflection 1 and
how wise the dispensation 1 Where,
then, is our consolation to come from 1
To what source are we to look for re
conciliation? In what direction shall
we. repose our confidence for a contin
uity of enjoyments unsullied by depri
vations, unobstructed by difficulties, or
uniuterupted by any of the many evils
"to which flesh is heir" ?
It is not on any locality of earth that
freeness fro.n the ills and thousand in
firmities that have ever attended on
the journey of mortality can be found;
nay, it cannot be found in tho midst of
imnerfeetian. Konviwo rliut i..;.l.j
on earth, from the time to come.
Such is the instability and imperfec-
" t o.l ot :i human linnnmno il.of
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fondest hopes.
By some it may not be thought wise
to call up the vague recollections of
childhood.-lhe pleasurable scenes of
youth, and many charms of earlier life,
because, say they, "there is no good
sense in brooding over scenes that
have been swept away in the advance
of time" : but they are sadly mistaken,
for it is improving to look back occa
sionally on past joys, to retrospect
our past liveV-lo scan the deeds of
the past, and if they lm-e been vir
tuous and good they, wiTf afford us
sweet dreams of joy, and give us con-!
solation m the decline of life. But if
wo have, on the other hand, strayed in
any degree from the paths of recti
tude, or been ensnared by the illusive
attraction of worldly corruption, or
(he witchery of plausible vices, Ve
may correct our waywardness for the
lime to come, and atcce for past folly
hy diffusing in every, direction All th
good we can, and giving to the world
examples worthy of praise and imita
lion.
Indeed, ns we move on, toiling
through the journey of life, we, have
often to look back on the past, that we
may the better judge of our safety for
the. future. It is in this way that W(
are to avoid the many oscillations that
we are destined to witness in steering
our course over the billowy tide of
time. The path of rectitude is a nar
row one, often with temptations on ei
ther side to lead us astray, but having
by retrospection improved our judg
ment, and strengthened our fortitude,
we are better enabled to avoid the
dangers that lurk on our way, though
an occasional obstacle may impede
our progress, for few indeed are those
gifted ones whose aberrations are but
short and seldom. As we pass away
from the theatre of earth the step is
more clastic and the road more- pleas
atsf, if wt; but carry along with us the
consoling reflection that though infest
ed by many snares we had been con
stantly taking lessons in the school of
experience, and continuing to square
our lives by the golden compasses of
right. Life, at best, is but a dream,
an atom of duration, a state of tri
al, a mere introduction to man's in
terminable career. It is a brief space
al'oted to man to prepare for a nobler
and far more glorious scene of action,
a blissful arid unceasing futurity, a
state of endless progression, with a
capacity that will be. forever increas
ing " and forever filling with ail the
fullness of God'', while the sou!
throughout the eternity of her exist
ence will " be continually expanding
her views, strengthening her energies,
and drinking deeper and deeper of the
river of pleasures that Hows at the
right hand of the Most lluai." Here
then is a perpetual tendency in the i
mind of man never to be at. rest, a I
sire r.fifr something beyond his pres-
cut reach, a want of satisfaction
from the attainment of his present de
sires, his mortal capacity ever seeking
yet forever refusing to be filled from
earthly sources. There, must be a
place somewhere "in the immensity of
being", in the unknown vastness of
space, for the more complete develop
ment of the moral and intellectual
powers, and the more full comprehen
sion of the mysteries, the wisdom and
goodness of Providence. It should be
an abiding stimulus to us as we pass
on through life's storms and tempes!s,
that there it a futurity in which our
desires, though boundless, can be fill
ed, an immortality that transcends
the utmost stretch of mortal eoncep- j
tiou in point of enjoynx nls--enjoy-
ments that can never be realized in goat; and in the same, locality the.
the splendors of earth, nor in the most j wis . and the foolish were crowded to
thrilling fascinations within the envi-'gether.
rons of earthly ambition. Here, the . So it is when we sink in dea'h; we
objects of our wishes are magnified in! arc all deposited in the same cold,
proportion to the distance in which we j dark earth 'to repose alike and molder
view them. On approaching them, Jin our original clay. The good and
the ch irm is broken, the illusion vaii-;tH. f,;u ,e s;je )y . tJl0 richf tIl(.
ishes. "They prove to be but bubbles, 'poo,-, ( !.. Jeanied", and the ignorant;
which as soon as touched dissolve in the fairest and most lovely with the
airy smoke." Not so with those that j most reckless and abandoned, all are
are infinite ; they are worthy our hea- there placed on an rmnhiv. I,i the
iiir) viioi. "imuy uurpursim wmeri
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rutl 0,1 ""-ouijn me nnnau ol i
Lternity. Here, at every successive
disappointment, we put forth new de-
sires and exert new efforts for the at
tainment of something still more re
mote. The most unbounded success
does not even satisfy us. " We weep
for more worlds to conquer." Not so
when we awake in the likeness of
God. All we can' desire, all our na
ture can receive, and more than the
utmost, powers of comprehension can
reach will be ours, and our ever-in-
creasing capacities will always be till
ing in perfect fruition.
Sad indeed to the intelligent and j
enquiring mind is the thought of being j by man, too, are gradually giving way.
trammeled forever in a state that sets -Ifwe look back to the days of our
bounds to the powers of compreben- anctors, to thpjpien as. well as the
sion, narrows-down the immortal dwelBogs of former times, they be
mind, and prevents it from the joys come immediately associated in our
and sublime investigations for which
the divinity of his origin has fitted
him. It is well this earth is not our
abiding place. It is well wo, were
born for a higher and holier residence.
Wl in can be contented with merely
gazing on some beautiful and magnifi
cent object, which he has good reason
to believe, would afford him inexpress
ible happiness could he be near enough
to behold the glories that it would im
part, and the exalted beauties it would
display before his ravished vision,
when he is not permitted to approach
it, but must forever keep off at an im
mense distance '(
Oh ! it is absurd to supppose for a
moment that man fashioned after the
likeness of his God, endowed with a
powerful intellect, and capable, of
such vast progression in knowledge,
and such sublime ranges of thought,
.diouhl be doomed to the circumscrib
ed sphere of this, with only the glim
merings of the collosal dimensions of
intellectual enjoyment. a::d tin
linuous flood ol rich ciUcovi ry." iThe
dim vision we have here will never be
brightened till we shall have passed
away, to appear as denizens in a ciime
whose inhabitants are expatiating in
boundless fields of knowledge, and
witnessing the unfoldings of trans
cendent glories.
It is true here amid earth's scenes
and relations, we see and appreciate
much that is beautiful and lovely, and
to a certain extent have clear views
of much that is worthy of our pursuit,
but tho lovely and beautiful are first
to fade from the view first to pass off
forever. Amidst the fluctuations, sor
rows and ilis that assail us here, there
are pleasant and joyful seasons times
whrn all we look upon wears a smil
ing and inviting aspect. ics, the
beautiful is in all things, if we were
only prepared to appreciate it with the
exercise of proper judgment. "There
is the beautiful in physical nature, the
beautiful in morals, the beautiful in
polities, the beautiful in poetry, the
beautiful in art, the beautiful in fancy,
the beautiful in person, face, and even
in manners there is the beautiful."
But in the broad range and locali
ties of earth's beautiful things, abhor
rent spectacles and deformities arc al
so to be seen.
The blushing rose, and the delicate
sweet-scented flower are tended on by
thorns and thistles; in the midst of the
wheat the tares spring up; in the same
channel the gold and the gravel roll on
together; the just and the unjust in the
relations of life are side by side; "the
gooil and the evil trench upon the same
line of difference and contrast;" in the
same fold are found tho sheen and the
jrraV(. to xvhieh we all
ranniiv
hastening, and into winch
.mil iinu wiiivii generation
upon generation, fur six thousand
years, have been falling, no distinction
has ever been known. From the very
nature and arrangemcr t of all we see
about us what else can we expect but
to wear away too in the general wreck
of matter f In the world through
winch we are passing we receive such
repeated and forcible intimations of
decay, decline, change, and loss, fol
lowing in such rapid succession "that
we can almost catch the sound of uni
versal wasting, and hear the work of
desolation going on busily around us."
The most substantial edifices erected
imaginations, and only make tho' feel
ings of Instability stronger and deeper
than before. The halls which were
once crowded with all that taste,. and
science, and labor could procure;
which resounded with melody, and
were lighted up with beauty, are bu
ried by their own ruins, mocked by
their own desolation." Their courts
arc deserted ; the voice of. hilarity
and wailing, and the steps of the busy
and the idle have alike ceased. In
the magnificent and spacious domes
that once held our fathers the lean
lizard crawls, the serpent hisses, and
tho wild bird screams. All, all are
fast passing away and melting like
mist before the meridian sun. So it
is with men and things.
Why is it the rainbow with its va
riegated and dazzling beauties, and
clouds enkindling with radiant glow,
come over us,, and then pass off so
suddenly and leave us to muse upon
thin faded loveliness? "Why is it
j that the stars who hold their festivals
around the midnight throne, are set
above our limited faculties, forever
mocking us with their unapproacha
ble glory " ? Why is it that the beau
tiful forms of human mold presented to
our view, are taken from us, and leave
the many streams of affection and sin
cere attachment "to plow back in Al
pine torrents upon the heart"? It is
because we were born for a, brighter
world than earth, and destined soon to
leave it with all it has that is bright
and lovely, its dearest, and kindest
friends; yes, and its sorrows audits
pains false friends and deceivers
Janus faces and Judases.
No sooner do days, months, and
years appear with their productions
on the calendar of time than they
have passed away never to return.
Having passed from earth, perhaps to
rest for a while in oblivious silence,
we shall all be summoned before the
great Supreme Court of the Universe,
to be. tried " for the deeds done in the
body" ; and if acquitted by the All
wise Kuler of Worlds, our abode will
be in "a realm where rainbows never
fade, where the stars will be out be
fore us like islets that slumber on the
Ocean, and wdierc the beings that pass
before us like shadows will stay in our
presence forever", and new scenes of
glory be bursting upon us throughout
Eternity.
UUMILIS.
Franklin Couxtv, Nov. 2-1.
SONG.
BY THOMA9 M00RK.
"Who comes so gracefully
Gliding alon,
While the blue rivulet
Sleeps to her song;
Song, richly vying
With the faint sighing
Which swans, in dying,
Sweetly prolong?"
So sung the t-hepherJ-boy
By the stream's id.le,
Watching that fairy-boat
Down the flood glide,
Like a bird winging.
Through the waves bringing
The Syren, singing
To tho hush'd tide.
"Stay," said the shepherd-boy,
"Fairy'boat, stay,
Linger sweet niiustrelsy,
Linger, a day."
But vain his pleading,
Past him, unheoding.
Son? and boat, speeding,
GliJed oway.
So to our youthful eyes
Joy and hope shone;
So, while wo gazej on them.
Fast they flew on-
Like flowers, declining
J'v'n in tho twining,
One moment shining,
And the next gone!
Daniel Webster, whilea young lav
ycr, was retained mi case for which
ho received n. fee of $19. Later in
life he was employed in a similar case
and received a fee of 85.000. though
Lo used tho same brief which h? had
prepared for the first case.
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Money proves to bo a friend, fre
quently, when men prov itr'ru.
MAN'S DUTY TO WOMAN".
Let him learn to be grateful to wo
man for this undoubtful achievement
of her spx, that it is she she far mow
than he, and she too often'in despite
of him who has kept ".Christianity
fronilapsing back into barbarism'; kept
mercy and truth from being .utterly
overborne by these two greedy ' mbn-,
sters money and war. . Let him' bo. '
grateful for this, "that .almost every"
great soul that has led forward or lift-,
ed up the race has been furnished for
each noble deed, and. inspired with
each patriotic and holy . .aspiration, by
the retiring fortitude of some Spartan
or more than Spartan some Christian
mother. Moses, the deliver of his peo
pie, drawn out of tho Mile by the king's
daughter, some one has hinted, is only :
a symbol of the - way that woman's
better instincts always outwit the ty"
ranical diplomacy of man. Let him'
cheerfully remember, that though the ;
sinewy sex achieves enterprise on pub
lic theatres; it is the nerve and sens;
bilityof the othrrjlhAt mn the mind
and enflame the's'oul in secret. A man '
diecoyered America, but a woman
equipped the voyage. So everywhere;
man executes the performance but
woman trains the man. Every effec
tual person, leaving his mark on' the.
world, is but another Columbus,' for .
whose furnishing some Isabella, in the.
form of his mother, lays down her jew-"
cdry, her vanities, and her comfort.
Above all, let not man practice up
on woman the perpetual and shame
less falsehood of pretending admira- .
lion and acting contempt. Let them .
not crucify her emotion, nor ridicule!
her frailty, nor crush her individuality, ,
nor insult her independence,' nor play
off mean jests upon her honor in con- '
vivial companies, nor bandy unclean-
doubts of her, as a wretched substitute
lor wit; nor whisper vulgar suspicions
of her purity, which, as compared with
their own, is - like the immaculate '
whiteness of angels. Let them remem- '
ber that, for the ghastly spectacle of "
her blasted character, they are an- '
swerable. Let them multiply her so
cial advantages, enhance her dignity,
minister to her intelligence, and by
manly gentleness, be the champions
for her genius, the friend of her for- ,
tunes, and the equals, if they can, of
her heart.
'INDIAN SUilMEB.
The following very beautiful reflec
tions are from the Hartford Conrant:
"Do our readers reflect that we aro
now in the enjoyment of our Indian '
Summer? The season is now the
loveliest of the year, though at the '
same time the saddest. Nature is dy- '
ing in beauty around us. As she fades
on earth, each hue is lovelier than the '
last, until the brown tinge of absolute
decay covers her brilliant charms. r
The smile on the'eheck of the expiring
season was never more beautiful
more winning. One would suppose
that its very loveliness would turn
aside the dart of death, or, if that
could not be, strip it of all its poison.
Beautiful as the season is, iV Is most .
melancholy. The varied hue's of the
bright leaves are too well "known to '
liuu vi uiuiu io urvuio aauDCSS
in thj beholder. The gay dress of the '
forest cannot compensate, for its. si
lence. We tread over the scattered
and falling leavea, and ask, as our
footfall strikes dead on the ear:
"Where aro the fore4 birds!
The answer i a iiJent one,
Mur eloquent than word!"
But let us enjoy the season while -we
may. Its vivid beauty will not last -
us long. It is fi3 evanescent as it is
gay. L.ct us then give our heart to its. ,
loveliness while it flashes around us. '
Winter and death will soon spread
their gloom around us without or
pining ourselves romantically xith
their anticipation. Nature it i!I 'not
be dead. She only sleeps to rise In
beauty for another year.
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