The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1853-03-29
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From brutes ute | What men from men What % snts know
Or who could suffer beng here below"
Essay on INan.
The love of knowledge, like superstition, forms
a part of those elements which make up the Gu
rious compound being. man. The first grand
and fatal crime Of the first created man, was to
take forbidden fruit from the tempting tree of
knowledge. and we all know and feel the result.
Fortunately for the living, the dead is, bv law
of nature, soon put into a condition IN which it
must he buried out Of our sirlIt-and the graves
are silent. The decree has gone forth, dust
thou art, and unto dust thou shalt rcturn."-
This is the law of equality between the king and
the bcggar But of all thir gs upon earth, the
soul of man is the tnobles, the breath of God
made man an immortal being, and the soul nev
er dies. Where is it when the BODY, its earthly
tenement, is cold in death: when the flesh is
dust, and the bones are drv? In one dav and
in one moment. to which each passing hour leads
us forward, each immortal spirit shall return to
earth, and these dead bodies shall puton immor-
tality. But where are the spirits of the dead
DO those loved ones, who have thus, as it were,
fallen asleep and gone, before us, to the place of
departed spirits, vet lincer around our homes
are they sent back to be our guardian angels
uDOn c9ftll, or is tlleE passed through the uaTk
valley of the shadow of death. have thev gone to
dwell in world of eternal light, where the wick
ed cease from troubling and the weary are at
r,st? If they are ever near us, are they the
blessed and happy messengers of God, or do they
come back voluntarily at the call of man, to hold
the most familiar chit chat, not only with nca"
and dear relations, or intimate and beloved
friends, but with any idle stranger? Is there
any communication between the souls of dead
and those OF livin" bodies? ANY number ofsuch
questions might be made and argued; but we
are not To be too lonr or beyond our depth, and
therefore must come at once to the subject be-
fore us. Reason is the noble prerogative of man,
and passion belongs to his animal nature vet,
the latter often strikes down and blinds the for
mer Let US, therefore, be calm, and let the
mind think while the heart feels. "Ratio, quasi
qundam lux, lumenGuc vitG. Gle. Reason is as
it were, the light and the ornament of life"-
And yet the lofty pride of intellect is. alas how
often subdued and humbled in the dust, when
the storm of ungoyernable passion disturbs the
inmost soul and drives :hc mind to madness
Hence, we shall write more in sorrow than in
rude and insulting ridicue of those, who, rashly,
or even wildly, seek communion with the mourn
ed, the loved, the lost. word from the spirit
world, the boundlcss region Of in6nitv and i'm
mortality-a word coming to the ear of friend
ship and Of love! What gentle, vet powerful,
and almost irresistible anpca to the strongest.
purest. and best affections Of the heart! But
let us for one moment think. is the sound which
we hear true or falSe-is this fact, dream, a
vision, or only the idle and fleeing fiction of a
fevered brain! Is it sanity or madness to believe
all which We sec and hear. We are not dispos-
ed to cast off with the cry Of 'humbug," any Of
the mystery or doubt il which the grave sui Ljcct
of our contamination is necessarily involved: that
is the course most commonly pursued by the