The Yazoo City Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 183?-1840, 1839-08-16
MISCELLANEOUS.
LOVE.

There is a vivid love of God in the child
that lays its cheek against the cheek of its
mother, and clasps its arms about her neck.
God is thanked (perhaps unconsciously) for
the brightness of his earth, on summer even
ings, when a brother and sister, who have
long been parted, pour out their heart stores
to each other, and feel their course of tho't
brightning as it runs. When the aged parent
hears of the honors his children have won,
or looks round upon their innocent faces as
the glory of his decline, his mind reverts to
Him who in them prescribed the purpose of
his life, and bestowed his grace But religi-
Gus as the mood of every affection, none is
so devotional as that of love, especially so
called. The soul is then the very temple
of alteration, 'of faith, of holy purity, of hero
ism, of charity. At such a moment the
human creature shoots up into the angel;
there is nothinn on earth too defiIed for its
charity-nothing in hell too appalling for its
herOism-nothing in heaven too glorious for
its sympathy. Strengthened, sustained, vivi-
fed by that most mysterious power, union
with another spirit, it feels itself well set
forth on the way of victory over evil, set
out conquering and to conquer. Their is no
other such crisis in human life. The philo-
sopher may experience uncomfortable agita-
ton in verifying his balancing systems of
worlds, feeling, perhaps, as if he actually
saw the creative hand in the act of sending
the planets forth on their everlasting way;
but this philosopher, solitary seTaph as he
may be regarded amidst the myriad of men,
knows at such moment no emotions so
Il e Al
scious that it is beloVed-be it the peasant
girl in the meadow, or the daughter of the
sage, reposing in her fathers confidence, or
the artisan beside his loom, or the man of
letters musing by his Preside. The warrior,
about to strike the decisive blow forlthe liber-
ties of a nation, however impressed with
the solemnity of the hour, is not in state
of such lofty resolution as those who, by
joining hearts, are laying their joint hands
on the whole wide relm of futurity for their
own. The statesman who, in the moment
of success, feels that entire class of social
sins and woes is annihilated by his hand, is
not conscious Of so holy and so intimate
thankfulness as they who are aware that
their redemption is come in the presence of
new and sovereign affection. And there
are many-they are in all corners Of every
land. The statesman is the leader of the
nation--the warrior is the grace of an age
the philosopher is the birth Of thousand
years; but the loYer-where is he not?-
Wherever parents look round upon their
children, there he has been-wherever chill
dren are at play together, there he will soon
be-whereVer there are roofs under which
men dwell, wherever there is an atmosphere
vibrating with human voices; there IS the
lover. there is his lofty worship going on,
unspeakable, but revealed ii the Brightness
Of the eye, the majesty Of the presence, and
the high temper of the discourse. Men
have been ungrateful and perverse; they
have done what they could TO counteract,
to debase this most heavenly influence oil
their life; but the laws Of their Maker are
too strong, the benignity Of their Father IS
too patinet and feryent, for their opposition
TO withstand and The true love continues,
and viii continue, to send up its homage
amidst the medilations Of every eventide,l
and the busy hum Of noon, and the song Of
the morning stars. l7arriel lhartiacaa.