The daily republic. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1853-1853, 1853-07-13
THE REPU BLIC..
SUMNER SKETCHES-No. 3.
BY MARY j. WINDLE.

SnANNoNpALE SrRMGs, July H., 1853
Our predictions are verified Cupid is futter-
ing his wings in the transparent atmosphere. The
gentlemen spoil their cravats in their nervous ef-
forts to tic them exquisitely; while our bellies
sweet innocent creatures-st cool in white mus
Inns, with their hair pulled in placid bandeaus,
looking as serene as if they had no victims at pre-
sent under torture Is
Groups Of two's stroll on the portico morning
and evening. During the forenoon they sit in the
parlor, gossiping that gossip which is evanescent
as foam upon champagne, and odorous and
piercng for the moment it lasts. In the evening
they sing those desperate love songs which young
people always sing when they are most sentiment
tai. The old gentlemen who smoke cigars in the
easy chairs under the trees watch the course Of
events through the slowcurling clouds of tobacco,
and think it 'rery natural"
Some sigh their souls away in the sumptuous
emphasis Of music. Some compose serenades as
a Persian poet his bouquet; each melody flower,
and a flower of impassoned speech. Others
/ s'declare" in opposite lines from the 'Bride Of
.abydos.
With some few (but pery few it is more
than mere summer fancy-it is permanent re-
atty. IT'S catching the present and claiming it
down, and giving to it an immortal existence,
which else would soon be lost in the shadows of
oblivion.
| In other words, some few are really SIN lore. "
There are six crooked marks, which we call let
ters We have put them there as signs of a GER
tain fact. Dear reader, you will receive through
your eye a notice of those signs; but do you know
whit we mean by them? As to the general mean
ing, perhaps we understand each other; but until
you know what that feeling is which call love,
you never can know what we mean, and you can
only know what that feeling is through the signs,
whose very significance is the matter to be discov-
cred The language which we use, we use in our
o,c,j sense, and you hear it in your sense. The
light which leaves us has to pass through the at
mosphere of our mind, which gives to it it's own
color, and to reach you it has to pass through the
atmosphere of your mind, which still further mod
ifies it. 1t is as if you looked with green spec
taces upon a bird in blue glass cage,
| How can you determine the color of the bird?
! But there is one confectionery one looks
through his own spectacles, and can change them
| to suit himself, and, moreover, some people wear
magnifying glasses, very much to the improve
mcnt of poor human nature.
| Dear reader, if you wish to translate that hard
sentence of six characters above, do, as you must
needs do, 90 down into the holy chambers of your
own heart and in the echo Of your own ten thou
sand glowing thoughts, discover the meaning OF
Sin love" there.
SIN lore," What a crooked body for beau
| tiful soul is that same sentence, with its incar-
mated mcanng It's exterior semblance bellies its
souls immensely. It is perverse, uncouth, dark
browed dungeon Of an angelic thought! 1t is an
oyster-shell enclosing gem! 1t is dark shadow
of bright beauty!
! What shall we say of it! By the Almighty in
fusing energy of soul there is brcathed into these
crooked marks the breath of a glorious life
Through every crack and crevicc ofthose unsightly
letters beams the brightest of concealed beauty
They are the temple of a divinity!
"I, louc!' Here is brightness under blackncss,
and beauty undor dcformity. Around those UNI
slightly hieroglyphics cluster the sweetest memo
ries and dearest hopes of the heart. On every
crook and nook of their deformity arc suspended
visions of ioy and dreams of delight. Even as
the eve clothes the naked earth in loneliness,
spreading thousand beauteous colors on land
and sea, and as the soul pours out on the world
the brightness of it's own being, and adorns for
herself the abode which has been assigned her
SO does the human heart build up and adorn
temple for it's abode out of those crooked letters
ssIe lore!' 1t is to walk in this world as in bleak
and sunless DESERT but to be forever canopied over
with one bright and boundless thought, wherein
are set mmutable and numberless the starlike
hopes of our eternity.
It is to live in world dark and cold, full only
of black shadows and the wailing of mournful
Iwinds-but to have serene sky overhang us, re-
plete with brightness and glory, teeming with
radiant stars which are the type of the glorious
homes that cluster for us in one human heart.
i And in this world-this tumultuous, agonizing
world-whcrc a sea of human hearts beat up upon
Tho stony shores of a life against which they arc
forever broken and shattered, those brief words
pass through the midst of it all SOFT pure ligt'
sbcdd;no warmth and brightness even on the
dreariest scenes, causing men TO forsct al pam
and nr;vation and misery--a light to which the
saddest eyes turn with joyous greeting, ana on
which the gaze of the crying hnger mournfully,
iii the coHin-d forever shuts it out from their
fond longing.
ssH,mon lone It is the one blessed thing
which can overcome the strong fierce evils OF life
the one sole, unfailing joy of our merely mortar
existence. .l.
/ The comnany here, which consists of about ~
, persons. oppear to be full of enjoyment; all IS
gayety, and the pulse of life seems running WIN
electric swiftncss. The sole aim OF each seems
health and amusement and the VISITORS appear 70
act from one common impulse, and to nave one
common interest Thus far we can compare
Shannondale to nothing less delightful than poet
nv nut into motion. The exquisite scenery-'he
musical Shenandoall-thc graceful and pictu-
rescue groups-all conspire to produce TINS I'M
prcss;on. A fine band adds to the attractions,
and the "frst ball" of the season is to come OH
tomorrow evening,
We would say to the stranger and Invalid VS.
GA ,,,ora