Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1855-05-10
For the State Sentinel.
The Power of One Heart, Strong in
the Right.

surround US IN lie, anti this world Is lulI ol
meaning-deep eloquent and beautiful
Though we could not, without slight tinge
of that " blackness of darkness" the gloom of
superstition, adhere to the Anticipated belief
that we are entirely under the control of good
and evil gsnii that these spirits preserve us
from evil, and lead us into inevitable danger,
can we not throw aside its absurdities, and
preserve its beauties, thus modifying it into
the cherished belief, that the most minute of
Gods creation has It's bearing on our minds,
and its influence on our lives q? Aye, cold,
tame and selfish indeed, must be the heart
insensible of this truth
What are these influences Innumerable
as the stars of Heaven, and full as bright and
glorious; and as those distant orbs twinkle
upon the ebon brow Of night, and shed a halo
on our shaded hours, pale, but beautiful by
distance, so do these mighty influences, which
oftimes, by their very remoteness of connec-
ton, lose much of their lustre, tighten the
gloomy and darkened hour of the souls night.
Nature ever delights US, though its lessons
are oftimes sad and warning in their character.
The fall Of the autumn leaf whispers in the
ear, and writes upon the heart, the mortality
Of man, but the freshness and verdure of
Spring tell us of hope and beauty.
Music is both soul-elevating and soul-sub-
DUNG in its influence, and leads MS from the
grovelling tastes of earthly existence, to the
desires of Heaven, till the tuneful hand and
touching tone of mortal, is transformed into
the angels Tyre, or seraph's voice.
Poetry is Heaven-bom and purifying, and
the inspired hpa halcyon in life's stormy way
Art also has strange influence on the mind
and heart, for the loneliness Of Nature is
transported, as if by magic wand, or fairy
fingers, on the canvas. The grown ruin,
and the ivy-clad fame, renew the scenes of
antiquity, and beauty leaves her native tenn
pies, the woods and hills, and like spirit
dwells, as in her pristine loneliness, in those
temples Of art The mountain brown, the
ocean blue the sun-lit earth, and the azure
sky, the tinted flower and starry gem, the
sparkling, moon-lit wave, and the sun-tinted
cloud, live and glow, as fresh and life-like as
if first from the hand of the Creator. Yet
towering in majestic beauty above all these,
is Ndn--the master piece Of creation; not
only combining in his being the mysteries Of
nature, but having implanted in his bosom the
spirit of poetry, Iningling in the chords of his
heart the harmonies of music, written on his
soul images of beauty, and the mystic power
TO transport and perpetuate them by art; and
above all, bearing upon his brow the impress:
Of divinity. Yes; the beauties of nature
music, poetry, and art, each have their infu.
ence, yet what are these when combined with
that of mind upon mind, and heart upon
heart /? They are all subseryient TO the will
and conducive to the pleasure of man; but h,
holds the talisman of power-the magic spell,
thattamest the widest heart-the golden secret
of uncontrolled influence
Then how shall he cherish, guard, and keeI
so sacred gift ? yet, when he gazes upon
the mighty accomplishments, the wondrou'
works of the mass, and watches with eager
eye their rapid, progressive movements, how
prone is he to forget how wide the range o.
individual influence, how stupendous the
power of one heart,-strong in the right!
We dwell in raptured awe upon the vas
"world of waters" till feeding on its bound
less beauty, we are lost in infnity yet, cal
we not trace the rolling pillows of the track
less sea to the deep, broad river the sweet
murmuring rivulet, the quiet chrystal spring
aye: even the little drop trickling in almos
inaudible music from some hidden rock p
Yes 'the mountain is made up of atoms,
the mighty globe of the most minute parti
cles, and the world of individuals.
We are all endowed and accountable be
ings, and as such, capable of exerting, anC
responsible for, our influence. Even l0oDaan
frail, delicate, and dependent as she is, ha
her own sphere of influence, and this is eve
s0idening and deepening, until its bounds be
come incalculable, and its depths unfathoma
bic. Nor is it necessary, according to tn,
philosophy of modern refomers,) to doff he
wonted dedicate attire, and adopt the cos
tune of Miss Weber, nor 10 sit in conven
ton with Lucretia Mott hang in ecstacy OF
the eloquence of a Fred Douglass, and othe
images Of God cut in ebony" and asser
and maintain her right to legislate for he
people, fight the battles of her country, and
above all, change places with her husband
become his protector and maintainer, leavin.
him in the shades of retiracy, and the seclu
sion of home and its duties. No when sh,
can more gracefully WELD the sword than tn,
zen when the promptings of her sympathe
tic nature would lead her to the mouth of tn
cannon, rather than the chamber of suffering
or the bed of the dying; when the dim o
martial music hannonizes more with her wo
mans nature, than the melody of mother
voice, the tender sweetness Of sisters tones
or the innocent prattle of an angle-child, sh,
can feel that, as the presiding genius o
Sweet Home" she is wasting her sweet
ness on the desert air." and sit in the halls o
Legislature, or even if she pleased aspire I,
the Presidential Chair But when woman
ceases to command respect as rOoman, then
and not till then, need she mantle her blush
ing beauty in the male attire, and become
man. Nor do ! think, in Shakspeare's sense
that woman and frailty are synonymous. Tn,
delicate mechanism Of the little watch, is i
less complicated, less beautiful, less hamoni
Gus, or Of less practical utility than the huges
machines aud has man, by the strength
Of his material nature, enabling him to from
the steamer duties of life) more infuenc,
than woman? No hers is none the less
but of far different character Her power