The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-08-18
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I.
Why does every beautiful spring evening.
each melting song. each OVERLOOKING Joy,
ask Of US, Where is the beloved soul To
which thou mayest communicate and I'M
part thy delight! Why gives music to the
storm-sgitated heart but greater waves in
stead OF repose, as the ringing OF bells
draws down the thunderstorm instead oil
removing il. And why is il that on
fine, clear, quiet day, when thou canst over |
look the entire painting Of landscape, the |
oceans Of flowers undulating upon it, the
downcast shadows Of clouds fitting from
hill to hill. and the mountains, arranging
themselves like shores and walls around
our Aower-circle, why is il that then voice
necessarily calls within thee-"Ah, behind
those swelling mountains, behind yon clouds
rsposing upon them, there dwells a happier
and fairer land: there dwells the soul thou
seekest, there the heaven lies nearer to the
EARTH" But behind those mountains, and
behind those masses Of clouds, an unknown
and mistaken heart Is likewise signing,
looking over towards thine horizon, and
thinks, "Ah, at yonder distance might,
perhaps, be happier"
There are men who regard heaven but as
the organ keys of earth-the soul as the
waiting officer OF the body; they wage wars,
not for the sake of the wreaths Of the oak,
but to win its acoIns and its soil as booty;
they prefer the prosperous to the mertori-
ous-the success to the purpose; theyresPect
poetry, philosophy, and religion, but only
as means to an end; they respect riches, he
statistical prosperity and health Of their
country, bu, as ends; they honor pure math-
ematics. but only in its impure (mixed)
applications 10 factories and armies; the
sublime science Of astronomy is only i'm
ponsnt in so far as it can convert guns into
pedometers and guide-posts for pepper
ASStS, and shA ss,hlinAsf ,.nas;sfsr lsgans is
to them but an inviting ale-house sign for
poor universities!
| know the Germans; like metaphysi-
clans, they wish to know everything from
the bottom, very accurately, in large octave,
with no excess Of conciseness and with a
few citations. They rig out an epigram
with preface, and love-madrigal with
table Of contents. They determine the
course Of the zephyr by sea-comPass, and
the heart Of girl by comic sections. Like
merchants they mark everything with CAPT.
tails, and prove everything like wrists. The
membranes Of their brains are living memo
randum-books, their legs are secret mete-
wands and Pedometers. They cut asunder
the veil Of the nine muses., and measure the
hearts OF these girls with compasses, and
their heads with gauge.
Nv.
o, the mountains, the woods behind
which lives a soul we love; the walls that
inclose it look at man with an enchanting
tenderness, and hang before him like beau
tiful wells OF the future and OF the past.
Take bit Of ice, bit Of heart, bit Of
wit, bit Of paper, little time, little in
cense, mix it and put it into two persons Of
rank, and you will get very good speci-
men Of French love, la Fontenelle.
When man has nothing more to love,
then he embraces the sepulchral monument
Of his love, and grief becomes the object
OF his affections.
The hands Of friendship are stretched out
towards each other, and seize each other,
and even in another life they will still cling
together without seeing corruption.
VIII.
Taciturnity is best learned among men
who have none, and loquacity among the
taciturn.
The heart only can see heart; thus the
great man only can see great men; as
mountains can only be seen on mountains.
The Britons, Gsuls, and Italians, are
men-the Germans are citizens. The lat
ter earn their life, the former ENJOY it. The
Dutch are a cheaper edition Of the Germans,
printed on ordinary paper, and without
plates
Oh rest, rest, thou evening Of the soul,
thou quiet Hesperus Of the weary heart,
that ever remaineth by the side Of the urn
OF virtue! If our Utmost heart is already
dissolved in tears at the very mention Of thy
name, oh, is this not sign that we seek
thee bot do not possess thee.
Not until he is at the verge OF the grave,
where he is about TO enter into the realm
OF u'lkn0sca beings, does man fully feel
how much he loves such as are already
known to him, who suffer like himself, who
die as hs does.
V;-.a~ herself can give no consolation
when thou hast IosI a fIiend, and chs. -A.nly
heart which friendship has pierced, will
not cease 10 bleed Of in deadly wound.
which all the balm Of lovs even cannot
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