The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-01-16
short Patent sermon.
NEW sERIEs-BY DOW, IA.
These are the words that compose my text;

NEW sERIEs-BY DOW, JR.
These are the words that compose my text:
Sing Oh sing, ye sons Of sorrOw
You're made 10 sing as well as sigh.
Nv HCarers:-The heart onght to be always
in tune--constntly filled with songs Of glad
ness-as overflowing att mill. dam in March,
Man soul is music, and his bosom Is harp,
and if he allows neither the fingers OF Fancy
nor Of Nature to weep harmOniousiy over ITS
strings, he is unworthy even ol the paltI. sRHee
he occupies among his fellow beings. The world
is a grand aud beautiful song written by the
Creator If all things to be sung BY everything
here below TO all manner OF tunes from 'Old
Hundred, OF DAYS Of Absence" up 10 Fish
er's Hornpipe, or Dandy Jim from Caroline
My friends-mau was made to sing, instead
Of being made to mourn, as has been asserted oy
one who died singing like swan. You should
sing to tighten your big burdens OF sorrow to
euhce memory away FROM mourning for the sad
relics OF the past 10 make the leaden winged
hours Of the present speed switer aud Lighter;
and to prevent iancilul fear from strayiDg atter
samples Of mis- ry in the dark and distant tu-
| ture.
You should sing ever and anon, like a juve-
nile daughter of delight while engaged in dress
! ing her doll. All nature sings, and why not
youi The summer birds-these little deml-ter-
restrial children Of beauty and admiration-are
constantly filling the woods and groves with
vocal melody, The lark, as she rises from her
dew .spangIed nest to meet the rising sun, seems
10 exhale her whole soul in the sweetness OF
soug, as though she could no more help it than
salt pork can prevent sissing while undergoing
the process of frying. The busy bee huns a
merry tune while industriously gathering honey
/ for the hive-the grasshopper sOOthes itself with
solo in the shade, when the scorchinE sun has
withered the green grass, aud cut short Its al
lOwance-the cricket sings its nocturnal song to
while away the Gull evening hours, ana every
insect is as fully inflated with music as an ac-
eordeOu in the hands of proficient.
Ny dear hearers-not only the animate but
the inauimate portion OF the Almighty's works
sing hymns of praise and songs Of gladuess.-
The sparkling rills and blossom bordered brooks
20 dancing down from their mountain homes TO
the flowery wales, with tuneful tongues. The
cascade sings in a wild but sweet strain as it
drops ila siiVery sheet from rock to rock; and
the mighty cataract is for ever sounding, in
deep sublime awful and yet musical tones, the
praises of the Most High. Old Ocean sings
bass as well as bull frog; every ripple that
plays upon its bosom is quaver, and each wave
that breaks and dies upon the shore is semi
breve With my friend Barry Cornwall, l
love to wander by the ocean SIDE marking the
sunlight at the evening hour, aud listen to the
music its waters make; for they sing of "Eter-
nifty, and Power" The winds are wandering
2 al 5rLA to in, 1
sylvan retreats With Unseen fingers they
touch their golden harps in every woodland,
grove and bower. or chaunJ requiem for the
dead among the willows Of the Charnel yard
| Aye my friends, there is silent music in the
heavens. Ever since the morning stars sang
/ together, TO tbe tune OF 20, it's my delight of a
| shiny night" the planets ard sans belonging to
each system, have kept up the chorus Of 1t will
never do &c give it up 50, Mr. Brown Perhaps
/ | might more properly say, my hearers, that
each Of these stars sing sole 0 Low (as my
respected friend John Gossin would say that
you can't hear It. Yet il you would but &c
out from the noisy haunts Of men, Of a calu
clear nigbt-when the pale moon beams shec
midnGss upon the features Of sleeping nature
and when it is so still that echo itself seems T.
listen, there is no doubt but son would imagin
that you heard the music of the spheres, an'
faucied that you caught the enchanting note
Of angels
My worthy friends--there is no nse in sigh
ing, sobbing aud sorrowiug when matters don
20 exactly in accordance with your Wishes TO
without disappointment trouble and affliCtioD
you could never know the worth Of true happi
ness and pleasure. When your souls are sad
and weighed down by fifty skies of grief AM
disquietude, you should make an effort to sing
and thereby not only mitigate your own misery
but render comfort and quietness to all Moun
you Yon were placed upon this mundan
sphere to enjoy yourself in the best possibl
manner; and if you are determined to go whin
ing to your graves the fault is entirely you
own; no blame can be imputed to my preaching
nor to the God that made you Let your deed
and your actions be governed by wisdom, an
your hearts will be filled with gladening glees
and melodious music will as naturally melt /
your throats as lump Of butter in a hot Fird
pie Rejoice, O, ye sons and daughters c
earth 10 the worst of your calamities and tn
time will surely come when your burdens vii
be light and your yokes made easy The cloud
that obscure your bright skies Of happiness t
day, will in all probability, pass away to-mor
row; and peace aud quetness will attend yo
in the autumn of life, when the flowers Of yont
have faded. and paleness is spread over III
once cheering Landscape Of existence. So mot
it be!