Smyrna times., 1855-01-10

that waves over the dead, " Thoughts that
breathe and words that burn" will breathe with
a still higher degree of vitality and burn with
a more brilliant fire. The site of Troy, her
brazen gates md her sacred fanes have perished |
from the knowledge of men! The Acropolis, |
whose summit the Parthenon once crowned
noble in grandeur and gorgeous in magnifcence
adorned with the richest products of ancient
sculpture, and decorated with the highest efforts
of architectural genius, now nothing but
bleak hill strewed with broken statuary and
crumbling columns, has become the home of
hooting owls and sightless bats, and the palace
of the Caesars where Rome's kings lavished the
accumulated wealth of sacked cities and plum
dered empires, Lord Byron tells US, is now a
ow-stable. Yet Socrates, Demosthenes and
Cicero still live-their glory untarnished, and
their renown still brilliant-and will forever
live. They have survived all the destructive
elements of ages and have come down the
stream of time, not transient bubbles floating
upon the surface nor empty froth and foam, but
noble barks all venerable with antiquity, brav-
Jag every tempest and outriding every storm,
| freightGd with the impershable treasures of In
tellect. That bold Monk of Erfurth wrought
out the reformation, and changed the character
of the civilized world. But was it with all
the pomp and circumstance of glorious war =
Did marshalsd thousands stand at his back
painting for the stern excitement of the battle
teld,and ready to urge all the cogent arguments
of bright swords and glitterng spears and
booming cannon! No: his Intellect flashed
brighter than the brightest sword and far out.
shone the sheen Of years and the omnipotent
power of Truth, welded by that eloquent mai
of genius, went forth in magic tones that ta
out-rang the cannon's peal.
But the coaquests of lntellect-where anC
what are they Not the caShing of hostile
, arms, not the shock of contending squadrons
f not the roar Of blazing artillery, nor the dee
groans and qulvering limbs, and blood-drenche,
e plains, that remain as monuments Of huma
t guilt. But they speed on elective wires, the
e thunder in the railway, they skim the ocean i
floating palaces, and draw down the terribl
t lightning from the cloud and tame il to an cage
j. Mercury, subservlent to the will of man. In
# tellect but touches the bonds of human slavery
and they disappear like the gossamer threads
e the morning. She but turns a passing glanC
o upon the night OF Ignorance, and 10! day-ligl
: streams. She speaks to the dry-bones of ma
lr tyred patriots, and sacred forms throng eveI
ID battle-ground! She touches the cold body
lie PROSTATE Liberty, and it springs Upon its fee
to Nature unocks its hidden phenomena at h
th imperlous bidding, and dark proiounds becon
IN radiant with living light. Mind, immortal
ne its Creator, boundless as the universe, a
brighter far than the stars that tremble eternal
in the depths of night, is a theme well wort
m of the profoundest talent:
This shall resist the empire of decay
,r- When time is o 'er and worG' have passed va
Cold in the tomb the perIshed form may lie,
But that which warmed 1t once shall never die