The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-03-04
From The NtD York Sunday Mtrcury.
Short Patent Sermon.

My hearers---lhe sun is one of the
greatest and most beau lful inventions OF |
he Almighly-so near perfection itself |
that mortal man, with all his natural fault |
nnding propensilies. has never ventured |
10 sugges; an improvement. II is mag
nifcent lamp. hung in the centre of the
solar system which throws its rays with
such unwonled pow CT anG spcndor from
The centre all round to the vast circnm-
ference Of the universe, that an inhubianl
of Saturn, although distant million and
million of miles; can see 10 read poly
giott Bible in the midst of a thunder
storm. Talk about such terrestrial tapers
as gasburners, and improved Cam 7hine
lamps-why they are no more to be com
pared with that bright solar luninary. the
sun, than the latter extremity Of ii1hln-
ing bug can be likened to The grea, fire OF
London. 1t is a lamp that never needs
trimming nor replenisIling, and burns
with the same spIendor now as it did il
the beginning, when the Omnipolent ig-
nlted it by some chemical process which
1t Is by norneans necessary that we should
understand, Oh, the sun is of more con-
sequence to this dull sphere of ours than
would be all the shining gems Of heaven
we're they melted together into one, and
placed as nearly in the centre of The sky
as could be ascerlained without exact
measurement. Crowned with surprising
glory, it looks from its sole dominion
like the God of tins extensive world, al
whose sight all the stars hide their dimin-
lshed heads-knowlng, as they we'll do,
that they can't shlno;' and The fair round
moon casts off its sivery sheen, and looks
as dull and unlovely a, cold buck W heat
cake after break fast.
My frends--if q super-human being
were to inform us that there is altogether
too eXtrayagant an outlay in the heavens
tor such poverty stricken planet az ours,
and that portion of the celectial furni-
ture must be disposed of TO NICE, The cxl-
gencies Of The limes'-you would say
Brush all the stars from the armament
with the broom of ohlvIon-let them
scatter in the winds Of humiliation, aud
be borne forever away, like peach bios
SONS before the breeze: take away all The
neaultul consultations above us that
bloom like so manv boquets of light and
| oveiness: chase the Great Bear into the
unlracked wilds Of nonca,ity-kick the
Lutte Bear into the kingdom o: Chaos
but the Bull off the bridge of being INTO
The deep of elerni!y-and fasten the Ram
to a stake somewhere beyond the boun-
dares Of time; but lei, Oh, lei, the Sun
remain! Take that away, aud we mig
as well be dead and done up in ray, as
to stay here and dig in consolidated dark
ness. 1t would then seem as though God
himself were dead-as though The BEEN
ing eye Of the Almighty no longer
looked upon us-and as though the uni
verse had lost its soul, in the sad exchange
OF light and cheerfulness for never-ending
melancholy and gloom.
My hearers Man not alone rejoices in
the light e the sun. The whole earth
puts on smile Of gladness in its pres
ence: the hills, valleys and streams all
seem to lee its cheering influence; and the
sparkling waves sing merrily, as they
dance over the golden sands Of the bea ell;
but, when the sun hides its bright face in
the dark bosom of the tempest, the land
scape looks as lonely and downcast as n
| lackass in Il snow storm-the wandering
winds 60 bowling abroad,and the glad mu-
| sic of the waves is changed to melancholy
moanings. The vernsl sun inGuseses new
T., "a 81, Il
causes the buds of hope to extend II
round the cold sepucIre Of winter--cals
not only the bugs. bees. flies, quadrupeds
and reptiles from their hiding places, but
also man from his dreary domicle into the
garden of industry. to sow the seeds of
promise, plant the potato es Of plenty. and
build for himself bower of peace that
shall be covered with blossoms, when
the roses of love shall have perishet in
the blighting storms of time, and lilies Of
jov that he gathered in youth. shall bloom
only in the mis-coveled meadows of mem
ory-and even there they are surrounded
with the stencil Of rotten recrlleciions.
slaug htered resolutions, and dead terra
pms. The summer sun unfolds the love.
ly fiowers-weuve green mantle for
each grove, aud atlires fhe earth like
bride for the wedding. The autumn SUI,
sotlens down the fresh tlnts upou the can
vas of Nature sheds aowurm, mellow
light upon the whole picturr-and refu
SEES such calmness into the soul OF every
living object that the whole world seems
to be brooding under the golden pinions
of some stray angel from Paradise. The
winter sun, ton, lets down a cheerful ray
upon tina tomb Of the sister seasons, and
speaks Of milder and happier days OF
dawn upon II :, not only while sojonrning
here in this changing scene, but also il
another sphere, of which we know no
more afpresent than Satan does Of psalm
singing.
NV drar fricnds-jt ia a blessej SIGHT