Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1852-01-07

the fond dreams of childhood, along with
the earliest n,imaiions Of immortality! As,
| in the freshness Of newborn vIgor and hope,
youth looks abroad on the clear and vast
heavens studded with sparkling stars, II is
then that new images Of purer world, q
spiri,ua: life, and angelic beings spring up
unbidden. They live ever after in the soul,
though unseen, awaiting the future sanction
Of the revelation, and those ''vaIie,ies OF un-
tried being, the new scenes and changes we
must pass.'' In such an hour, amid ''the
sweet influences Of the Peiades," how al
most unconsciously, in Fancy's listening
ear, is heard the sublime music of The spheres,
Of which the great poe. Of nature has sung
in the immortal lines
"Sit, Jessica look how the vault of heaven
Is thick inlayed with paths of bright gold.
There's not the smallest orb that thou behold st
But in its motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young eyed cherubim
| Such harmony is in immortal souls.
But with this muddy vesture Of decay
Does grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
Again, when the landscape is slrewed with
the graceful livery of spring, and birds are
singing sweellv amidst the boughs of min
| gled verdure and blossoms, the soft hum Of
bees is heard, and all nature teens with new
and varied life, ill evening slowly spreads
her silvery veil over the magic scene--h is
then, while contemplating the obscure ming
ling Of ligh. and shades, lha! spri.es, and
merry elves, and
s'Twlight fairies haunt the sacred scene;
By Fancy charmed, the woods and valleys smile,
And Spring, difusive, decks the enchanted isle. -
I Or when the scene is changed to the great
er splendors Of summer, the sun sails ma
ieslicalIy onward like sea Of fire, his fer
vid beams falling upon the rich and gorgeous
foliage; the streams have a lovelier flow :;
and the west wind brealhes in softer mur-
murs. Sill, all nature is pervaded hv viv-
id life and vigor which nourishes and lives
within, over which the verdure Of the fields
seem 10 be drawn as veil even
ssThe air
| Is living with its spirit, and the waves
! Dance to the music of its melodies,
| And sparkle in its brig ghtness.
ssEarth is yelled
And mantled with its beauty and the walls
That close the universe with crystal in,
Are ele CANT with voices that proclaim
The hidden gories of immensity;
And speak to man in one eternal hymn,
Unfading beauty, aud unyielding power"
Similar. though seemingly diverse were
the emotions of FIederika Bremen on be-
holding the storms and fros,s Of the Swedish
winter. sThe air was dimmed as by hea-
w fall Of snow, darkness increased, and il
became night. And, IN the depth of thai
endless winter night, she heard lamen,ine
voices from the east and from the west. !;
from plan, and animal from dying nature
and despairing humanity and she saw life
with all its beauty and love, its .hrobbing
heart, buried alive beneath chill covering
Of ice. Heaven seemed dark and void
there seemed to her no eyes, as there was
no heart. All was dead, or rather all was
dying. excepting pain" 81 believe thai
something similar takes place in every hn-
man being that is born to deeper life"
What but the like dulcel sounds of fan
tasv have transmitted the name Of Csmpa-
neIla, the imprisoned philosopher Of Spain !?
All things in nature, he says, feel: else
would The world be a chaos; neither would
fires tend upward, nor stones downward.
nor waters to the sea &; but everything would
remain where it was. Heat therefore has
power, and sense, and desire Of its own be-
ing; so have all other things, seeking To be
elerneI like God, and in God they are e.er-
nal, for nothing dies before him, but is only
changed. God said, le, all things feel, some
more, some less. The sky and stars, too,
ale endowed with the keenes, sensbility !;
nor is i, unreasonable to suppose that they
signify their mutual thoughts to each other
by the ,ransferrence Of light, and that their
sensibii,y is full Of pleasure. The blessed
spirits that inform such living and bright
mansions behold all things in nature, and in
the divine ideas; they have also more glo-
rious light than their own, through which
they are elevated to a supernatural beatiic
vision. The world is full of living spirits :;
and, when the soul shall be delivered from
this dark cavern, we shall behold their living
forms. But now we cannot discern the i'm
ages Of the air, and of the winds, as they
rush by US; still less the angels and spirits,
of which the world is full. See how the
light is dffused over the earth, penetrating
every par, with endless variety Of operation,
! "hlCu VIC Hus' oeIe'e u uoeS no! perform
without! exquisite pleasure.
The fine genius of the author Of this re-
markabIe passage was doubtless rendered
extremely sensitive by long confinement, in
Spanish prison. But the contrast Of mat
ter and spirit still suggests The thought, ,ha,
there may be many different forms of being
and sensibllilies entirely unknown to US,
and unimagined. Yet the mos. ssgacious
intelecls have searched in vain into this
shadowy realm. We cannot bridge the
chssm, nor unlock the gates which close
the confines of the spiritual world from our
mortal vision. But sill illusions to the
spiritual aud invisible, like those already
quoted, seem to strike kindred chord which
vbra,es in every heart. These are the