Squatter sovereign. [volume] (Atchison, Kan. Terr.) 1855-1858, 1856-07-29
SHORT PATENT SERMONS.
LOVE PREFERRED To FAME
BT d ow JR.

TENT.
Give me the boon of Lowell
Fame's trumpet strains depart
Bat loves sweet lutte breaths melody
That fingers in the heart;
| And the scroll of fame will burn
When sea and earth consume,
Bat the rose of love ina happier sphere,
Will live in deathless bloom
nv HEARERs-pure love, without licen-
,iousness or sensuality, is manufactured by
the angels ID hsaven expressly for this ter
Eestial market. 1t is glorious thing for
us that friendly intercourse IS still main
tanned in relation 10 this Indispensable
commodity; for, without love. we should be
as morose and miserable as an old maid
without tea. 1t keeFs the heart moist
with the genial dews of afIection-renders
soft and pliable the putty of pily-and calls
up spirits Of compassion from 4he vasty
deep of human sclfishness. / know there
are some who prefer fame to love-who
had rather plange headlong into perdition
with the worlds applause. than rush for
paradise alone and unnoticed. But, my
friends, why should they make fever in
the brain and set their blood boiling for
the sake Of gaining wreath whose green
leaves shall but decorate withered brow.
and wave above bosom barren in peace
and comfort? Give me the boon Of love
had much rather 'lay off, and bask in
the warm sunshine Of affection. than be led
by crazy ambition to the top OF the noun
tain, where cold winds rave and everlast-
ing SHOWS encompass. Oh, had rather
lean upon breast that beats responsive to
mine, and feast upon kisses, than sit pa
villioned upon kingly throne, and be
pricked by the pins of care, an object OF
fear and favor, but not Of love-
My friends-renown is but hollow
sound that echos through the silent halls
of death, where it dies away, and is heard
no more. The path of fame is dreary
and dangerous one-now leading through
a gloomy vale of disappointment, and now
bordering upon precipices and dangerous
chasms, down which one may tumble ere
he is aware of it, and break himself into SO
many pieces that while one eye was hunt
ing after Lis nose the other could go to
sleep for an hour and wake up in time to
see it properly adjusted. One single wild
flower plueked from The path of love-no
matter how lowly CT humble it may be
looks prettier and smells sweeter than the
brightest blossom that ambition ever culled
from the hot-house of fame. There is as
much difference between the two as there
is between a toadstool and the handsomesi
hollyhocks that grow spontaneously upon
the outskirts of heaven. o, then give me
the boon of love! The will-o-wisp Of fame
shines at a distance with a cold. phospho.
resent glow amid the fogs of doubt and
uncertainty; but the light Of love is neal
and cheering. 1t gradually warns per.
son all over, from one extremity TO The
other-thaws cut feelings Of tenderness:
that have lain congealed in a lolg wintel
of misanthropy-and, every now and then
drops new spark upon the tinder Of hi:
affections. One tender glance from ths
bright eye of beauty, in a cold day. vii
brow caioric enough into the soul to kee]
the body warm for week; and our ther
mometers Of JOY and pleasure will stan'
upon an average at fever heat. Bu. tn
flame Of glory. my friends, burns fitfail
and scorchingly for few moments upoI
the funeral pyre Of mans happiness, an
then leaves him surrounded BY the mid
night darkness of the tomb.
4 My dear friends-give me bet the boo
of love, and will ask no other. There
no more music in the wild, harsh trurnpe
strains of fame than there is IN woma Ii
whistliug. They resound for awhile ov,
, mountain and plain, rousing toads, lizard
> and loafers to peep from their holes
wonder and astonishment-and then tht
4 depart for ever: but the soft, sweet lutte
love breathes heaven-born melody, tb
Fingers in the bosom when bere.t Cf {
o other enjoyment, and causes the hear
strings to yibrate with Joy even tthe do
= of the tomb. When the snows of a.
:, shall settle upon Us, and life's landsca
e looks sad and dreary-when the songs
mirth and iolity have ceased to please.
the recollection of loves early music W
awaken such pleasing echoes In our b
SONS as shall oft cause us to forget that
are old and are not able to properly app
;, ciaie what we so lavishiy admire. Thou
the winter Of our existence shall have .
3 in uponsus and the trees OF our youth SD
.. have been stripped of their reFduse. 1
tleayes OF love will staIs forth anew in