Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1845-11-08
A CARLYSLE SERMON.

Dost thou see that mansion with the
marble columns, and the lighted windows :!
They are festive there Tonight. Listen
how the swelling music breaks forth from
within Yes. they are mir,hful; and
whatever Of fashion and wealth is in this
gay city, may be seen there in those sa-
looms, where the sofas and silk covered
| down yield softly to their fair burdens.
and the mirrors flash back the blaze Of
astral lamps, and bright eyes look back
to eyes the light Of love and Joy. And
see, also, that weary looking artizan, who
has aSused moment to gaze on the splen-
dor,SIs arrests his sight, and think of the
hur die his children. All. now he pass
es 4 SOFT is no sight for him He nerves
up s~.<soul bravely. and passes on to join
ane ~ the grea. battle that the heroic
ers of Want and Oppression, on IN these
plains Of Time.
Gallant warriors ye are despoiled but
not br,auered and the eye of Him who
restd,t on the seuenih day from the ,cork
| Vhich he had made, is upon you, and up
on your foes.
And yet see that young man who has
just emerged from that mean looking dwell.
ling on our right. He is one of the chill.
dren Of genius. born in poverty. He has
come forth from his weary vigils to cool
his levered temples in the breath of heav.
en-. Now he pauses and is looking on
the '.house of mirh." What are his mus
ings? Would he like to chase away the
heaviness of his spirit in the spell of that
music, and join hands with the beautiful
that are there, and tread with them one
measure in that maze of g!adness The
desire of nature is strong within him-he
feels his weakness-he is sad He has
poetry in his soul, and love in his heart!
He could tell tale Of devotion and ten
derness to a dark-eyed one that is there,
but she has suitors that are gliuering with
jewels, and clad in garments Of fineness
and she would not know him there none
of them would recognize him as kindred
clay-as the workmanship of God Bot
see. now he has braced up his soul again.
He turns away, and looking on the stars
above us, he sees that there is something
bright in this God>nade universe besides
the glare of an astral lamp, or the glittering
Of few Jewels. He feels his own nobil..
ity ;,kain, and is revived and he goes a.
gain to his struggle, to cast the bread of
youth, and energy, and health upon the
waters. and hopes to find it again after
many days. God help and reward him
In the mystical priesthood of honor, he is
a noble brother! Those stars that he
looked upon-shining there on their su-
pernal throne, like the disembodied souls
Of the perfect just-,hose stars for ages
long past, have beheld all that ever was
noble. heroic, or beautiful, in the world.
They have seen the throne of the Monte
| zumas. and the riches of the Caliphs Of
Bagdad the beauty of Solomon's Temple,
the spIendor of Belshazzars Feast, and
the untold glories of the enchanted palace
of Chill Menar- they have seen the soul
| Of Guatemozin unconquered on his ''bed
of roses" of fire and death-they have
seen Saul die in Gilboa, Cato at Utica,
and Leondas at Thermopola. All these
things have they seen and they have be-
held, in the prime Of earthly glory,
the thousand heroes of the antique world,
whose dim forms and shadowy plumes
floa, like spectres in the twilight Of distant
years; but they have looked upon no more
heroic scene, nothing more glorious or
beautiful, than the soul of,hat young man.
striving, with undying courage. to dig out
| from the dark mines Of toll, disease and
suffering, the gold for himself and others.
My brother, nothing great can be done
! in this world, without great courage and