The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1852-06-23
THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGH
MUSIC.

The above difficult subject, is thus hans
ly treated by Master Charles S. d. Jnns
of the Hon. Geo W. Jones. The ariic
peared in the columns of sThc Cadet,
is published at the "Western Nj M.litary ms
Ky, of which young Jones is a student.
There is a secret pleasure in dwelling
the poetic page and reveling in the pl
emotions which it inspires There is a {
in contemplation of the faithful and pa
where nrt has seemingly blended in harm
union, the real with the ideal-where nat
all her luvlIness seems transferred tp
and Genius to have stolen Fancy hues
bellsh and beauty her production. But
what joy ineHable is there in listening
rich strains of Music as they steal uPo
soul like angel whispers. It's a hnppin'
words can descr be. Too exstaic t. the
are its sweet brcathngs,-too powerful
language for utterdnc".
Whether in the sanctuary. where the mn
tones of the voice and organ lit the sp
thoughts Of Heaven, or in the drawing
where the thrilling notes of some syren
awaken into life the tenderest passions an
finest sensibihiies of our nature. the sam"
erful, irresistible influence is felt. Nor
only appreciated in the enlightened cI
whosa refinement exats the art, but the RI
and most uacivil.ze own is p 'tency, and
lent submiss on acknowledge its captlvatln!
lurements. No obscurity, nor ignorance,
make the heart insensible to It's touching pa.
or produce an indifference to fascinating p'
which it welds The Icelandrr in his ST
bound hut, cannot resist the melody of s.
sounds, no more than the child OF itaiv
cease to love the music of h $ home. L
is no cline that does not rejoice i'll its POT
sion no spot bot is best by it's magic j.
ence.
To the culprit, around whom long, DR.
Imprisonment has cast the gloom of ren
and sadness-to whom the brightest, sunr
day, is as dreadful night comfortless unc
rible, the spirit tones of the harp bring
oblivion, however transient it may be, an
transports bear his troubled spirit to ely
realms His senses drowned in the II,
ny and recnlections of his fearful destiny
from his memory like the sceptres Of dr.,
To the invalid, the lnte' magic melody is
cooling draught administered to his pare
and burning lips. He feels his frame nvio
ted, and one ray of hope illunines the ted
of disease, and sna'chrs for an instant,
ofreturDing health and buoyancv. And if
sic allays the agonies of final dissolution,
a tenderness aad conStancy, it watts the
upon the gentle zephyr, hnrthrnad with its $
and on fairy wings conducts it 10 the cont:n
eternity.
Music soo.hes the violence of our fe
passions, while it rcitnrs and ennbies the II
1t calls back TO memory the pleasures "f
past, and its gushing tenderness wo US tn
get the sorrows Of the present, and the .,
tensions of the future, whilst deep feeling,
an overwhelming intensity, steal to the in
depths of our souls, and force. us TO lndnl!
that dreamy bliss that seems t. be toretas
Heaven.
Who would not yield to its persuasive
! quence-its ravishng harmony? Could n
| have been more acceptable from Heaven
| this inestimable gift, or could anything IL
more pure and exalted emotions The b,
that bears its winning melody, loves the bu
and TIE very echoes envy its suet less,
strive tn imitat. its pleasing Inton Ii ms.