Columbus Democrat. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 18??-18??, 1839-01-12

FROM the LOUISVILLE Literary news Lelter
HUMAN Administrations is beautiful pas
Sage from the German OF jean Paul Richer, up
on which we have often dwelt with melancholy
satisaction--"Oh God Thou canst and wilt
give us hereafter REALITY, which shall embody
and exceed ard satisfy, all that is here ideal !"
This life is fevered, unsatsiying state of ex-
istence, and mar is restless creature. Be his
rank, or station, or circumstances what they may,
it matters not; there remains ever an object I'M
attained, on which his eye rests, and for which his
heart yearns with Unsuitable craving. So long as
that object is unpossessed, he is an unhappy being;
vet, when gained, how often is it flung aside as
the useless toy of chdl Splendor and aflu-
ence may sprinkle his pathway with rose-eaves
-gratihed ambition may fling its golden halo
around his brow--peasule may envelop him in
her elysium Of seductions--every department Of
nature and of art may be Tansacked for the ele
ments Of happiness, and then from all of them
he may turn away, lainting, weary, sick at soul
with unsatls6ed aspiration
Who has not in the beautiful day dreams Of ex,
cited fancy when he has cast loose the reins of
imagination, and Tor bricfseason. has permitted
his thoughts and his feelings unreslraned TO revel
in the fairy realms Of the ideal worEl--who at
such an hour, has not traced out uponhis minds
tablet the outlines Of scheme Of happiness,
which he may never enjoy; and, in concep
ton summoned up paradise Of bliss, Of which
this earth knows mott Who in fancy has not
spread out to his vision greener fields than ever
even in boyhood's hour, he has frolicked on-bath-
ed his ieyered lip in fresher fountains than ever
gushed from the rock, and transcend above him
bluer skies and richer sunlight, than ever cano-
pied earthl
All, could we scan the thoughts Of the hearts Of
the varied multitude, which in the busting scenes
Of ordinary existence, throng around us-coud
we trace out the untold emotions, which agae
the unseen secrecies of their bosoms, how many
Il wild and bitter thing should we there find rank
ling, which the beamy eye, and the flushed cheek
and the sunny lip, had never revealed! What I'm.
speakable longlng--what intense solicitude
what everlsh aspuation!-- what melancholy rctros-
pec,lon!--what fearful lorebodingI--what re.
morsetul meduatlon!--w wild hope and wilder
wishes should we not there behold
And thus it is: and, as the features of the hu-
man face are the same in every countenance, SO
are the features of the human heart in every
breast. Thus has II erer been; nor, nthe ma.
ture OF moral, mental or spiritual existence, can
II ever IN this unsanctfed world, be otherwise.
The objects around US are designed TO CRAFTY The
mere demands Of our physical organization. In
the wide reaching circle of created things there is
naught to Quench the ieversh craving Of the soul.
The phantasms Of hope--the unreal mockery of
anticipated fuurity-ah how the agitatey the unsat.
lsfed bosom, when contrasted with the emDtness
OF reality! There is within us a fame which the
many waters of this life cannot assuape
There is an aspiration the spirit, Tor which the
things OF earth are too mean!--a longing for i'm.
mortality which this life can never CRAFTY, and the
desire OF an existence beyond the present. which
If we would, we can not away with.
And must it be ever thusl Are the ouituted
pillows OF dlsquleted feeling never to be calmed
Are the Wild aspirations Of the hear, never 70 bo
hushed! Are the leyerish dlsires never 10 bo s,,.
ished! la the touching and beautiful Ianmoce
OF the herman poet we reply--"There s9Rp.
Atty, which shall embody, and exceed, and sat.
isiv al that is here IDEAL"