The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1849-02-09

necessary Boston Republican.
HUMAN HAPPINESS. There Is beautiful
passage in the German of Jean Paul Richter, on
which we have often dWelt with melancholy sat :
isfaction:-
sob God Thou canst end ,c.It giue us here
after REALITY, tchich shall embody, and en-.
coed. and satisfy, all that is here IDEAL"
This life is tevered, unsatis6ying state of ex-
lstence, and man is restless creature. Be his
rank, or his station, or his circumstances what
they may-it matters not; there remains ever an
object unattained, on which his eye rests, and
for which his heart yearns with insatiate craving
So long as that object is unpossessed he is an un-
happy being; yet when gained, how often is it
hung aside as the useless toy of a child. SpIen-
dor and aftiUence may sprinkle his pathwaywlth
rose leaves rafihed ambition may fling its COL
den halo about his brow ,-pleasure NAV envelope
him in her elysium OF seductions, depart.
ment ot..nature and of art may be ransacked for
the elements OF happiness; and then, from them
all, he may turn away, taintng, weary. sick at
soul with unsatiifed aspration
Who has not in the beautiful day.dreams OF
excited fancy,-when he has cast loose the reins
OF imagination, and, for brief season. has permit.
ted his thoughts and his feelings unrestrained to
revel in the realms OF the ideal WORLDWIDE at
such an hour, has not traced out upon his minds
tablet the outlines of scheme ofhappiness, w hch
he may never enjoy; and, in conception, summed
up paradise of bliss, of which this earth knows
not! Who in fancy, has not spread out to his Wis
ion greener fields than ever, even in boyhood's
hour, he frolicked on,-bathed his hot lip in
tresher fountains than ever gushed from the
rock, and traced above him buer skies and rich
er sunlight, than ever canopied earth
All, could we scan the thoughts of the hearts
OF the varied multitude, which, in the busting
scenes OF ordinary existence, throng around u.s.
could we trace out the emotions which agitate the
unseen secrecies of their bosoms,- how many
wild and bitter thing should we there find rank
ling, which the beamy eye, and the flushed
cheek, and the sunny lip, had never revealed !
What unspeakable longing!- intense solici-
tude!-what feverish aspiration what melan-
choly retrospection what fearful foreboding
what remorseless meditation what wild hopes
and wilder wishes, should we not there behold
And thus it is; and, as the features of the hu-
man face are the same in every countenance, so
are the features of the human heart the same in
every breast. Thus has it ever been; nor in the
nature OF moral or mental or spiritual existence,
can it ever, in this unsatsfed world, be other
wise. The objects around US are designed to
crafty the mere demands of our physical organ.
izaton. In the wide reaching circle of created
things, there is naught to quench the ceaseless
craving ofthe soul The phantaslnas of hope
the unreal mockery of anticipated futurHy-how
tney agoniZe the unsaushed bosom, when con.
trasted with the emptiness Of reality! There is
within US flame, which the many waters of this
life cannot assuage. There is an aspiration ofthe
spirit, tor which the things of earth are too
mean!-a longing for immortality, which this life
can never crafty; desire OF existence beyond
the bourne of the present, which if we would.
we cannot away with.
And must it ever be thus? Are the agitated
pillows of disquieted feeling never to be Gained?
Are the wild aspirations of the heart never to be
hushed! Are the limitless desires never to be
satisfied? In the touching and beautiful LAM
guage OF the German poet, we reply :-"There
is a reality, which shall embody, and exceed.
and satisfy, all that is here ideal.'
SLAUGHrERiNG Hoes, &c. Hogs should be
killed when the weather is sufficiently cold TO
ensure that when they are hung up, after having
been cleaned, they shall not only become quite
cold to the touch, but feel hard ana stiff. Thew
should be killed on one day, and cut up and salt.
ed on the next. When the weather is very cold
they should be hung in cellar, or somewhere
where they are not likely to become frozen: bnt
if there is danger OF this let them hang in the
open air.
It's fact worthy of notice that the brine IN
which pork or bacon has been picked is poison.
Gus to pigs. Several cases on record in which
these animals have died in consequence Of ANAL
quantity OF brine having been mingled with their
wash, under The mistaken idea that it would ans
wer the same purpose and be equally as bene-
hcial as in the admixture of small quantity Of
salt Youatt on the Pig.