The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1839-05-23
HUMAN HAPPINESS.

This life is fevered unsalisfying state
OF existence, and man is a restless crea-
tnre. Be his rank, or situation. or cir.
eumstances what they nav, il matters
not; here remains ever an obise, unat-
tanned. on which his eye rests. and for
which his heart yearns with unsuitable
craving. So long as the object is un-
possessed he is an unhappy being: and
when obtained. how often is il flung aside
as the useless toy Of a child! Splendor
and sifinence may sprinkle his pathway
with rose leaves-gralifed ambition may
fling its golden halo around his brow
pleasure may envelope him in herelysium
ofseduciions; every department. Of nature
and Of art may be ransaeked for the
elements Of happiness. and then from all
OF them he may turn away. fsintiny,
weary, sick ., soul with unsaiis6ed
aspirations. ~
Who has M, ia the beautiful laylreams
pfexciled faney-when he has cast loose
the reins Of Imagination. and. for brief
season. has permitted his thoughts and
his feelings unrestrsined to reveI in the
fairy realms Of the ideal of the world
who al suth an hour, has not traced out
upon bis minds tablet the outlines Of a
scheme Of happiness which be may
never enjoy. and. in conception. summon
ed up a paradise Of bliss, OF which this
earth knows not! Who in fancy has
not spread out TO bis vision greener fields
Than ever. even in bnyhood's hour. he has
frolicked on: ba,hed his fevered lip in
fresher fountains than ever gusbed from
the rock, and traced above him bluer
skies and richer sunlight Than ever
csnoped earth!
All. could We see The tlIougnis Of the
hearts Of The varied multitude, which, in
the busting scenes Of ordinary existence,
ihrong around us-rould We trace out the
untold emotions which sgilaie the unseen
secreeles Of their bosoms, how many
wild and bitter thing should we there End
ranking. which the besny eye, and
flushed cheek. and sunny lip had never |
revealed. What unspeaksble longing,
wha, intense soliiudel what feyerish !
aspiration. what fearful foreboding! VIVA.
renorse.ess meditation! what wild homes |
and wishes should we not there behold
And thus il is; AID. as the features OF |
The human face are The same in every |
eoUntensbce. SO are the features of The |
human heart in every breast. Thus il |
las ever been; nor in the nature Of mo-
raj. mental, or spiritual existence. can il
ever IN this unsancii6ed world, be oIher-
"Ise' The objects around Us are destined |
10 crafty the mere demands Of our |
physical organization. In the wide
reaching circle Of crossings things. there
Is nonghi 10 quench the feyerish craving
81 TIE soul. The phanioms OF hope
"e unreal mockery Of anticipated friuriiy
an. nov they agitaie the unsaiisiied
p"soin. "hen contrasied with The empii-
pess oi reality! There il within ne a
name which the many waters Of this life
cannon assnagt! There is an aspiration
oi The spirit for which the things Of earth
are TOO mean'-a longing for immortality
which this earth can never crafty .rJ
me desire Of an existence beyond The
Pourne OF the present, which il we would.
we cannot away with.
And must It be ever TINS, Are the
agltaled pillows Of disque,ed feeling Ms.
yer TO De caimeds Are the wild aspira.
IONS OF me hesn never 10 be satisfied!
in the touching and beautiful Ianguace
OF the German poet, We replv--" There
Is reality. which shall emboLy and sx-
coed aud ssiisfy all tia, is here ilsal."
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CHEERFUL NESS n, ",