The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1855-11-07

tence. IL makes the saddened heart
bouyant with joy inspires the dcspondent
mind; 1t vomes to the warrior a welcome
messenger upon the field of battle; be-
slows that filial blessing around the fami-
ly hearth, which love alone can yield, and
watches with a devotion that alleyiates
pain and suffering. at the bed Of affection.
See, upon the dismal and expanseless bos-
om of the mighty deep, when the wreck
is but just making its last and final plunge,
see how kindred flock to kindred; see las
if the scope Of existence was to die togeth-
cry how they clasp their hands and make
their last embrace; and with eyes uplifted
heavenward, their last wailing moan des-
cends in tones of the resignation and love
OF christians, and myriads of Angels are
marshalled in mercy to bear them home.
What is love- God is love; greater
than his, is not. He so loved the world
that he gave his only begotten Son, to
die for the redemption of the world
from misery and sin. When our Saviour
was suspended on the Cross, Hssxelaim-
ed; "Father forgive them, for they Know
not what they do" Nogreater love than
his, who gives his life for friend; but in
this instance Of our Saviour, how far does
it transcend hnman example; He gave his
life for his enemies. This is the founda-
tion of all true love, and on this only, can
such love be based. Is there the friend,
who, at the combat, will rush forward, and
to shield the blow, or avoid the fatal stroke
OF the antagonist, will bare his breast, and
in it receive the thrusted poinardi Where
he is, the spirit Of love moves him. Look
upon bereaved mother; in her features
see the unerring traces OF affection; see
how sorrow rests upon her placid brow;
see how grief emits its mournful light, from
those once sparkling eyes. All, love! thou
art neither fcl med or obliterated in day;
thy majesty reigns with solemn and hal
lowed dominion; and thine, oh, Love, is
the organ Of harmony that lends enchant-
ment to the heart. Love ofcountry, man.
ifested by the sol,lier in the conflict of bat
tie, he spies and describes through the aw-
ful density Of death, the threatened posi-.
ton OF the Banner Of his nation; it is ma
king its last folds over the scene, patriot
smimpels him recklessly onward, unmind
full o. danger, and dead to all human SEN
sibiliity, he presses on; he reaches the
ground, and with the muscles Of Hercules
he grasps the staff, and rather than the
standard Of his country be borne off in
triumph as the spoil Of his victors, he
fights, bleeds, and dies, making it his last
winding sheet. Love is the purest Of all
sensations; it is virtue, which to inherit
is as to be mounted on wings of the heav
eniy Seraphims and be inhaling the sthe.
real incense Of holy favor and purity
The Maid, who to one, aud only solita-
ry one, unfolds her heart; and from her
very soul pleads the friendship of an
Angel; and reclining upon the bosom and
faithfulness Of her betrothed, cannot resist
the charms Of Cupid, who's arrows of
searching reverence pierce the very centre
Of affection, that whispers the strains OF
the celestial chorsters with serenity that
instils into every imaginable channel OF
Love, the softness Of love. Faith may
cease, charity may end, hope may vanish,
the world may change from old to new
from new to old again, yet Love and
Heaven are forever true. Love! o, Love!
What sacred precinct is thine; the
threshhoid of thy holy sanctuary will new
or be darkened With the shadow of pollu-
ton.
The chariot of Cupid is Love;
Loves the erranl Of Orpheus;
The mother Of Cupid is Love,
Venus dreams are with Morpheus.