Squatter sovereign., 1856-09-30
SHORT PATENT SERMONS.
on THE BEAUTIES OF EVENING rwr-
LIGHT.
T E K L.
3 Z d ow IR-

methtnks it were no pain to die,
On such an eve, when such sky
o'ercanopies the west:
To gaze my fill on yon calm deep.
And, like, an infant, sink to sleep
On earth, my mothers breast
There's peace and welcome in Won ssa
Ofendless blue tranquiliity-
Those clouds are living things;
trace their wins of liquid gold,
zee them solemnly unfold
Their soft and deecy wings.
MY HEARERs-if you don't say that
my text is most magnifcen,iy beautiful,
then there is no poetry in your heads. nor
music in your souls I'm pretty COOL
Judge of hor,eflesh. but better Judge of
poetry; and | solemnly declare that You
can't find in the whole sweep Of the En-
ghsh language such beautiful simplicity,
and at the same time such easy-wineed
sublilnity as it contains. l feel as if 1t
were subject too sacred to be hacked up
by my buck-saw eloquence; but have
laid it on the altar of sacrifice, and mus.
do the deed
My dear friends-as to whether II is
actually a pain to die, is more than uan
tell, as l never have died in my life, a,ri
am therefore no. experienced Ia the busl-
uess; but when / Come to phiIosophize oi,
the matter, am pushed into the belief.
that always more or less pain is felt whei.
the soul and body are compelled TO dis
solAe partnership, and leave their accounts
TO be settled up by the Great Arbitrator OF
all human affairs. | know that nature
will struggle for bold upon existence
till the very last; and ii the spirit is 10th 10
or afraid TO depart. il makes If ten times
as bad. On the other hand, when the
soul has grown weary of the world. tired
OF lts shattered tenement. and longs
10 be away-then, my hearers, is the pam.
OF dissolution lesseued. When Hope und
Faitn-,hoSe twin-sisters of loye-desce,ld
from heaven to invite the mother Spirit 10
tea, Natures fretful babe falls gently
asleep in the cradle of the grave, and there
sweetly slulnbers till lifted out by the arms
OF Immortality.
My friends-a calm summers eyenip.
does considerable toward coaxing The spirit
| OF man from its earthly home. When
| twilight throws down its wilcbing smile,
the soul fiutters to be released from Its
coinfoslless ceii-to break the bondage OF
a sorrowing exile, and return to its owi
native realms. Oh. there is something
so fascinating III the FIRST blush Of even-
ing, just after the sun has shaken his last
golden feathers upon the hiil-lops. It's
enough ~ make a man strip off his jacket
of mortality, and swim the gulf Of death.
for the sake Of reaching the splendorife-
rous splendors that decorate the opposite
shore have seen some evening lwi-
lights, my friends. that take the shine of
OF everything below. and clap on few
extra touches Of their own. / have sat
and admired the western armament, when
it seemed as though ten thousand dye-pots
oil glory had been upset in the chanber OF
heaven, while their gorgeous contents
leaked through and stained the fieecy
clouds beneath with coiors not TO be mock
ed with the daubing pencil Of art Then
my imagination wsuId take wings and play
truant alolt, like a wayward child; but al
ways sure to return with sprig Of comfort,
plucked from the evergreen of idsaiity.-
Oh. there is inviting peace IN yon ocean of
blue tranquility. can't look upon il
without feeling my suspenders stretch
i'msur if they were 10 give way. Tsioul.i
go up like balloon, and leave nothing
but my breeches an- boots behind. Thos.
tclouds are living things. The lesser enes
! are gold fish, swimming about in tbs ee-
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