Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-09-22
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We all love beauty, and demand it, and
it may he whatever mars il is the print Of
some discordant combination Of the elements
or want Of fnish in the great design. Yet
never came nut Of the Heart of Nature any
form that had not some faint CLEAN Of the
! l.beautiful, some inger-'races Of the Prime
Artifcpr. disrernable even TO us. Whatev-
er God has seen some cause for making. may
we not also find some cause for liking !
That loathed, despised, and ugly creature
there. so stoned of boys in cruel wantonness,
so trodden under foot Of every beast, so
shrunk from. as in horror. by kid-slippered
Misses-is he not a God's-work too. a living,
conscious thing. TO suffer and enjoy Aye,
and not in vain has he a being, even 10 your
calculating penny-wise Untilitarian. A
humble worker he, lowly indeed, but yet a
worker far az in him lies-think of that soft
fingered Idler-a renovater too, not useless
in yonr gardens. Chosen by native aptitude
To offices Of Trust, never betraying it-think
of that, all Texas-and ye Texas worthy
S~wartwouters, and We hopeful yet to be-
A volunteer. nnsalraied servant-Beags5q-
tector and Squash-warden, names not m Song,
titles unsonorous, a very homelv service, but
a very good one ; and yet he has no cove'-
ing of beans or squashes (Which | take to he
lit HfutNu IlInSt u iOdNtN INV ISi'o"J ~
think Of that, ambitious one. o think. think.
think all Ur,stendom, thou and thy %[cater-l
pillars! His very destrnctiveness is but to
spoil the spoiler, TO lay vast them that
lay waste the good, showing that Nature
even in her more unpleasant features keepsa
kind Of balance, loss and gain account a sort
Of q" descenSsntal" harmony, which on a
downward scale answers TO that which rules
high up among the stars. But there is not
this only in him. that poor hated one, there
is some image Of the upper harmony, some
gIimmer Of the truest beauty, even in that
hump Of wrinkles and grey warts
-" The toad, ugly and venemous,
Wears yet a precious jewell in his head"
Aye, and a pair of them, those diamond
eyes, that glitter like the stars and the dew
drops. No Pearl-diver gave his life for
them to feed weak vanity, no human heart
beat was smothered in dark mines in hunt
ing for them they are native there, part of
his own vitality. Daughter of man, crown
ing thy unbought radiance, with CLEANS
from the deep caves, he whom thou shudder-
est to behold, hath gems as bright as thine
He also stands among things made. a thing
in one way Tivaling thee and all Golconda.
Fable has said he siUdp'd eyes with the
NIBh'IhSuiC' "HO mas, dS ItpItSenttu, very
dull ones. But how she sings, and makes
the poets sing. They thought, do doubt,
with such sweet notes there should be eyes
to match and could not dream where that
poor toad could find those twinkling beau
ties, il there was no exchange. But there
was no such thing, the Fable is not true d;
those eyes are his, and twas no poet like
the Nightingale that would nave ever claim
ed them for her. He should have known
. that Nature never gave her beauties all TO
: one. There is not found in all her works,
that spirit of huge monopoly which makes
: the artificial world groan so in horrible dis
{ cord. She gives some boon TO all, and all
to none. The flowers that bear the brightest
hues, have yet no plea SAINT odor, while little
Lilly-bells down in the grass all hidden,
make the whole air around them drunken
with their sweets /; the birds of gorgeous
plumage have no song, but those Winged
melodies which drive the hear. into home
sickness for lis dreamed-of Paradise, come
to us in dull black and dingy brown.
Those starry eyes in that bruised reptiles
{ head, are set there as the mark Of God thai
u he should not be scorned. laugh, perhaps,
good naturedly, to see the rough ridge of his
: humpy back-(mountains that lodge his
{ gems under their brows)-and smile at the
grave JUNCTION of his look, or dignity of port,
q so like our W officials, but never without
o reverence for that within him, which reveals
> his great paternity. Sedate old fellow, hop
a along in dewy moonlight, making The night,
u walk not all lonely ; and when morning
comes, go hide from heat and danger nndeI
e some generous dock-eaf. There sit and veil
. thy eyes under closed lids, as the high heav.
c ems veil theirs. Let others use thee as they
o will, lrreverent ones. that heed only whaI
g bards have canonized, l hail thee as one III.
tor in the great Life-sehool, and will moi