Squatter sovereign., 1856-08-12
SHORT PATENT SER RMoNS.
ON DfSCORD.
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B Y DOW JR.

1hoSe aire aDodes where fiynen once has been.
MY HEAREas-there is no sweet with
out It's bitter--no pleasure wiihou, its pain
and, morally speaking, no harmony
without its disco.d. In the midst of the
world S most harmonious music, the harsh
tones Of discord CRATE upon the ear, and
make one feel about as uncomforta bic as
does the sound of fire-shovel when rub
bed over the gritty surface Of stone
hearth. It is true there are few liabita-
ticns on this crustaceous ciohe where the
children OF Harmony reside. and from
whence we are greeted with dulcet strains.
as smooth and as oily as the silvery notes
of an angels lutte; but these, combined
with the wretchsd janglings OF the world
at large, make music as hideous as Fra
Diavolo played upon TN whistle, and ac-
companied with string Of sleigh-bells.-
Many who pretend to be sLarpsighted
enough TO see through brckbat in a
cloudy night. cannot discover bu, that an
unison of feeling and of motive bind a
man to his brother man in all civilized and
enlightened communities; but l tell you,
my friends, that selfshress, ambition and
avarice have rusted many of the brightest
links in the social chain, and deadened the
harmony of its rererberations.
My dear frlends-apart from the gen.
eral conflict that asitates the human family,
there is domestic discord more disagree
able and more to be dreaded than any other.
1t haunts the deserted castles of love,
where Hymen once sang the songs Of
gladness and Joy. 1t jars the happiness Of
multitudes who are fastened firmly in the
matrimonial cage, and renders lifeto them
q series of perplexities and wo. When
see two congeniel hearts welded together
in feeling, sympathy and love-two souls
blended in one, like the calm meeting Of
two peaceful streams in a 1owery valet
does really appear as though they would
never be disturbed by any of the conflicting
storms that sweep over the world and beat
in upon the domestic peace Of human fam
lilies. All with them is Joy and rapture.
Not cloud mars the heaven of their en-
ioyment-the atmosphere that surrounds
them is scented with kisses and cologne
every passing breeze whispers OF connu-
bal loye-and where one flower fades
upon the lush of indulgence, two more are
expanding in the dews Of reciprocal afiec-
ton, and promise gay blossoms for the
morrow. But. oh, my friends how soon
are these delightful eAtravagances BAN
ished from the sight! What change
too frequently comes over the scene. even
before the last horn of the honeymoon has
| iisa ppeared i--and such a change, as
Byron might remark-O night and dark
ness, devour it up for ever! What was
before all light and loveliness. is suddenly
changed to gloom and sorrow-that which
was harmony has become discord-and the
downy pillow of peace is crammed full OF
the thorns of discomfort. Earrings, bicker-
ings, frettings. seedlings and upbraidings
make a bedlam of the bower of love, and
frighten pleasure far beyond the pale OF its
precincts. With the unhappy couple it is
now you will and now you wont-you
shall and you shan't-and you'll catch it
if you don't: whereas, bu: little while he
fore, the one would have been willing to
wade through a sea Of soap-fat to comply
| with the wishes of the other. know how
the matter lies. my friends. When a
young fellow and girl love zach other sim
cerely and truly. all they want is satisfac-
tion. as the duelists say. Well, after they
have been married month or two they
get sa,isfaction--and yet for all this they
are more dissatisfied than erer. Instead
of holding on to each others hands while
travelling down life's slippery road. they
sometimes separate, and one falls into one
ditch, and the other into the other, where
they lie unnoticed by the world, and hardly
recognized by the hogs. Thus Diseord
dweils in the habitation Of Hymen, aud
slackens every eoncordant string of the
human heart.
My hearers-if you whould like to be
more particularly informed of the original
name OF Discord. can only say that this
she-monster's native place is said 70 be far
on the frontiers Of the Internal Regions.
near that dark and gloomy shore upon
which the waves Of Chaos dash their sui
phuric brine. Here, high upon eraggy
cliff that received mighty thunders upon
its front. and never lodged a. lightning.
was the 6end originally bound by an enor-
nous brazen chain. She used to some