Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1854-05-13
The immortal Soul.
'"The sun is but a spark Of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky,
The soul, immortal as its sire,
Shall never die-D

transient meteor in the sky,
The soul immortal as its sire,
Shall never die"
Thus Watts sweetly sings. Yes, the mind
is immortal. Infinite wisdom had otherwise
never implanted longings which all OF earth
leaves dissatisfied, or gifted us with capacity
capable of indefinite improvement.
The brute is born, attains maturity, and
hastens to depart. Its powers eliminate and
then sink into decay ominous of extinction
whilst mans longest life closes upon an intel
lect yet in rapid developments The body, as
it runs quickly through its cycle from youth
to age, proves ottentimes, it is true, weari-
ness and clog to the prisoner within; but their
union severed like bird age-freed, the dis
enthralled spirit viii soar away on pinions
imperishable.
Distinct as it is, in its nature, from the ma
terial, all analogy forbids that we should an
ticipate the minds humiliation when that
home where it briefly tabernacled has gone
back into dust. Death involves disintegra-
ton Of parts; but in the immaterial we can
conceive Of no such separation, and hence can
predict no decay As the insect hutters from
out its chrysalis in green and gold, to sport
amid flowers and sunshine, SO shall the pur-
fled spirit forsake its chrysalis, to dwell for
ever amid the beauties and brightness of heay-
en-. There, in the fruition OF its fondest hopes,
will it find ample amends for all sorrow and
every sadness, and participate in pleasures
which those who deny future--because they
dread its awards-can never enjoy.
Then cheer up, travelworn and Christian
pilgrim. With thankful heart partake of such
as thy present affords, and trust un waveringly
in God, assured that whatever betide, here
after thy voice shall be attuned to angel har-
monies, and thy home be in that city whose
walls are jasper, and whose gates are pearl
along whose streets murmurs the crystal river.
and IN whose midst blooms the tree of life
Presbyterian.
ELEGANT ExTRAcT.-The grandeur of mans
nature turns to insigni6cance all outward
distinctions. His powers of intellect Of con-
science, of love, of knowing God, OF perceiv-
ing the beautiful, of acting on his on mind,
on outward nature and on his fellow creatures
these are glorious prerogatives. Trough the
vulgar error Of understanding what Is COM
mon, we are apt, indeed, to pass these by as
Of little worth. But as in the outward crea-
ton, so in the soul, the common is the most
precious. Science and art may invent SPLEEN
did modes of Illuminating the apartments of
the opulent; but these are poor and worthless
compared with the common light which the
sun sends into our windows, which he pours
freely, impartially over hill and valley, which
kindles daily the eastern and western sky: and
love, are of more worth and dignity than the
rare. endowments which give celebrity to q
few. w. E. CHARMING.
THE REAL WoRLp.--This which psople call
the real world is not real to me ; all its sights
seem to me as shadows, all its sound echoes.
live at service in it, and sweep dead leaves
out of paths, and do errands as / am bid but
glad am |, when work is done. to 90 Aoms to
rest. Then do / enter golden palace, with
light let in only from above; and all forms of
beauty are on the walls, from the seraph be-
fore Gods throne to the rose tinted shell on
the sea-shore.