The Winchester weekly appeal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1856-1856, 1856-08-02

one, as it moves along, by an agreeable
delusion is helpod to the lattering junction
that by its erudite hand the mighty build
ing is completed-that that hand laid TIT
last stone upon the finished wall. These
deluded ones, passing away, wonder wha,
the next age will have to accomplish
And some being fully persuaded that the
topmost stone is placed set themselves
to work to relate how all the prophecies
have been fulfilled, literally fulfilled, uE
to the last great battle, which is just then
to be fought, and then shall the end be-
But 10! the next generation finds the edl
fee still remaining incomplete, and in
turn imagines that destiny has intrus,ed
the final finish to their hands. Thus it has
gone up ever since that image of God was
breathed into li(e-yca, gone up with ac'
celebrated velocity.
Let us measure this temple in our age.
Let us see where our literature stands
Six thousand years have accumulated
stores Of rich gems from the domains of
darkness, which lay buried deep in the
abyss Of mystery, or concea ed far back
in airy space. We analyze nature, that
stranger nature, that looked SO forbiding
to young mind, and learn the various
gases, liquids, metals, &c, Of which she
is formed. We descend into earth, di.
rected by science, to a layer of treasures
and bring thence the expected stone or
metal. We examine the great mass STRAIT
um by stratum. We see not on y gilt.
tering ornaments set to bedeck and vari-
gate the continuous aZure-we find worlds
in the heavens, and even presume to
place our earth there TO roll around with
other stars measure the relative distance
Of these bodies, weigh them, and
tell their bulk. We have not only ia
miIarzed material nature, but belonging
to this we view an expression, or feel an
expression, when beholding her sublimi.
ty or humble beauty. Our poets call it
a spirit. We feel its sweet influence,
and stand charmed and powerless under
its gentle wooings. In nature we see no
terror striking stranger, but an unchang-
ing friend, ever bockoning and pointing
upward.
In poery's airy domain, we are wing
ed to reyel amid imagination's glittering
world, or glide on the marble surface Of
soothing Lethe, forgetfu of care and toll.
Poetry is minds own world by creation,
There she has accumulated an indestruct
ibc inheritance. Riches which amater-
al universe could never yield. Omnipo-
trnccs an attribute Of the father Of mind.
She will not stop here when infnity lies
before her.
Imagine not that science is perfected
and completed because the library is full;
because the temple is high; because earth
is handled; earth, that miles measure; be.
cause number Of eighboring stars are
found and coursed in their revolvings.--
An infinite God made the universe, and
an Omnipotcnt Maker formed the mind.
As mind expands and goes up from great
to greater, this universe is her data, and
aoho may say that this is not Infinite so
far as we can extend an idea of infnity?
Thus, as she winds her way through i'm.
mensity, we lose her amid the shining
worlds.
Then, why conjecture her limits? What
will be science that shall satisfy this fell.
er OF all mystery--this winged conquer.
Or? 1t will be depths profoundest, heights
yet unimagined, widths that measure with
space. 1t will rest on rock flrmer than
Gibralter-its foundation will stand,
Strengthening throughout eternity. Her
Geology will have no unsettled question
to shake belief in the eternal truth Of the
Bible. Each fossil will have its period
Of formation, and yet not contradict the
sacred page. The mighty power will BAN
ISL darkness, and level the seeming insur
mountable obstacles to appear in the SIM
plicity ofnature's truth, No doubted ny.
pothess will blot her volumes Of verify.
She will not bring nature against natures
God.
Mathematical in6nity will be wings
upon which she may soar to breathe con-
genial air, and ascend towards God
through illimitable ages, and yet find
new fields just opening upward before
bar Aetrononov Of tho mind that yil