Democratic standard. [volume] (Georgetown, Brown County, Ohio) 1837-1850, 1841-10-26

0 VINO so base as would not be l0Vedg
0 The prisoner, shut by his stupendou
; crimes from his fellow wmen, in Chillon'
! dungeon, thousand feet below the lax
that idly chafes the rock of which hi
impenetrable fortress is made-if pei
chance in his darkness, TO which lon!
J years have accustomed his eye, h,
) should see the timd mouse come from
his retreat, and wait TO be fed by thr
hand that earth had thrown from lis fcl
lowship in disgust, what a gush of af
lection would thrill the bosom of the her
NIT of the cell! How would he feel tina
he was yet linked to being; held by one
tie to creation; had one living thing yet
TO look upon him without horror and
without lOathing!
More than half the battles of earth
have been fought for love. Ambition
and power have been its slaves, poetry
and eloquence its worshippers, and vir-
tue and piety the most ardent expectanis
its rewards. LoSe is the rsl gion of
the Bible.
MASONRY Is LOVE.
With these preliminary remarks, grasp
the great subject before me-Masonry in
its two'fold form, Physical and Moral.
The sea of eternity was ebbing and
flowing with the pulsations OF Eternal
Benevolence. Deity was a broodng
cloud of love, embracing being and brea-
thing blessedness ON the muhiform Or
ders fmnd that dwelt in the heaven of
heavens. As yet, no dial had measured
tiIne-no pendulum paced its seconds
no Clock re corded its hours. AS it was
in the beginning so it was ever. The
enunciated NOU covered its boundless
expanse of beng-enjoyment-actiou.
Heaven was everywhere save in the far
off chaos, where matter warred with op-
posite and dscordant principles, making
jargon that might have been waited by
strong winds on the ear Of heaven in
some pause of song. The spirit world
had. long been created; it had no chron-
ology. No era had stood at its dawn-no
event ran parallel with its decoration
Time had never swung his scythe over
its yales-Dearh's spectral chariot had
neVdr been seen on its sun.brght hills.
It was world of strange and nconceiva.
BILE being, on which the centuries of
earth, after thev shall have passed away,
will measure no space, nor leave a foot
print.
God-the Jehovah, whose incompre-
hensible and incOmmunicable name is
expressed in one of the heroglyphies of
HebreaU Masonry, looked upon the ruin
Gus space, planted his compass at the foot
of the throne and swept its unmeasured
circle farther than thought had power 10
travel. The periphery lay like a faint
line of light on the wasteful sea Of mat
ter. Here was laid the plan Of the ma
teral world
Ihave no language 10 speak anew the
light-creating word. Masonry wells ii in
her hieroglyPhics, and speaks it in anoth-
er tonge.
Are there Art ami design in the un-
bounded fields Of the illmitable sky, and
among the OrbS of creation? Ask the as
tronomer who will tell you that there are
orbS thousand times larger than our
earth, with all its oceans, continents, and |
mountains: and as they thunder through |
space on wings that almost defy The speed |
of thought, can be calculated in their
course with far more precision than the
wheels of a watch. They have, since
ere cation, kept on their unseen celestial
railways, never clashing against each 9th
er, 10 darken half the heavens with the
fragments of their ruin! Even the com,
ct, the mail carrier from one system to
another, as he drives by torch light across
the abyss of space profound, coming up
10 each goal with a curve, bends The
necks OF his fiery coursers in graceful,
elongated sphere,-may be calculated in
his stages, and his returns precisely fore
told.
Is there room for the,play Of this i'm
mense machineH Ask the planets that
walk their far-sweeping rounds on one
plane, but at awful distances from each
other, making their own years as they
accomplish the mighty circle round the
sun!
Is there proportion in creation? Ask
Jupiter with his moons, or Saturn with
his far-off cloudy skies aad his broad CIR
die of light, if tie great central urn of
fire be not large enough to warm their
hemspheres, TOO, as they turn towards
the unWinkinu eve of daV
leone down to the Masonry Of our
own planet, and read The fitness of Al
mighty design inscribed to every moun
tain, and imbedded in. every vale. The
central core of Gre is wrapped, thousands
of miles deep, in successive layers of
sratifed rocks, up through which some
times The molten lava burns its way, and
congeals in metallic pillars, that seem TO
chain the surface Of the inner crust,
agains, which lash the surges of the per-
pe,ual nYe. The strata Of the rocks are
covered with the layers Of earths and
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