Squatter sovereign., 1856-03-25
MGisfellalleous.
SHORT PATENT SERMONS.
ON B EAUTY.
B Y D W, JR.
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Nousht under heaven so strong doth allure
The sense of man, and all his mind posscssc,
| As beauties lovely bate, that doth procure
Great warriors oft their vigors to represse,
And mighty hands forget their manlinesse
Drawn with the power of an heart-robbing eye
And wrapped in fetters of golden tresse,
| That can with melting pleasuance molifye,
Their heardened hearts enured to blood ard
/ cruelty.
My HEARERs-I suppose that all of YOU
have often felt the despotic power of Beau
ty, and have had your obdurate, adaman-
tine, calcined hearts softened down by It's
omnipotency to the yielding substance Of
pancake. That which appertains to the
flesh, is most arbitrary and seul-fretting ia
ITS influence; but that which belongs to
Nature alone-such as fills the whole uni
verse with allurements-is calculated rath-
er te inspire, and raise the thoughts up to
that concentrated essence of Beauty which
sparkles with loyeliness from the beginning
to the end of the end. | shall dwell first
auctioneer, can't dwell long, for my dis
course must be condensed into one column
of the Sunday Mercury. beyond which
limit | am seldom allowed to trespass.
My dear friends-it matters not upon
whatsoever side we turn our eyes. we be-
hold such beauty in its primative naked
ness as cannot fail to captivate the heart OF
every true wofshipper Of the God of Ma
ture, and make him feel as though ten
thousand pismires were crawling up and
down the ossified railway on his back
Look at yonder myriads of stars that gilt
ter and sparkle from the dome Of heavens S
high cencave Say, is there not beauty
in theses Aye, there is beauty, magnif-
icent in these little celestial trinkets that
stud the ebon brow Of Night-shining, as
they do, like so many cats eyes in the win
dowless garret. Observe the siivery moon
pale-faoed Cynthia, wandering Luna. or
whatever, you choose to cali her-see how
gracefully she promenades the self-sarne
path which, was laid oyt for her at .hs be-
ginning of the world, and deyiates not a
particle from it, although she has been ma
liciously termed the strumpet Of the plan
cts. Look at the resplerdent sun. See
how it is maintained its unsullied bright
ness through the rust-gathering ages oil
time. Not a single thread has been lost
from IFS golden fringe, and not even fly
speck has marred itsspIendor; but is to-
day, the same beautiful, lovely object that
it was when it first burst upon Paradise
and rolled back the darkness of chaos into
: the unknown regions of nowhere. There
is beauty at sunset. Who can look at the
glories of an autunnaI twilight and MOI
have the furZe upon his hands rise up ID
L rapture! o., is, by all odds, the gran
dest and sublimest picture in the grea
: academy of Nature! At the festoon-
ed gates Of the West, angels OF peace
> and loneliness have furled their pur
Iple wings and are sweetly sleeping witt
r their heads upon pillows OF amber, over
i canopied with curtains of damask an
crimson, tempting, poor mortals Ike US t
1t climb up the ladder of imagination ant
d steal kisses by the bushel! When th'
morning. too, as my friend Hndibras Oh
1t serves, like boiled lobster begins to tur
to from brown to red, there is beauty of III
talIest order Yes, when Aurora hang
h out her red under-garment from her cham
Der window, prepares her perfume toilets
y and sweeps out the last speck of darsr'es
from the oriental parlor, there is such blush
! ing beauty resting upon eastern hill-tops a
cannot fail to be appreciated by any on
whose heart-strings are not composed {
catgut and horse hair.
rs NV friends-1 speak Of the beauties
nature because they are unadorned, an
j. consequently are the most beautiful Yo
II. might hang a necklace of dimonds aroun
the sun, and cxtra-jewel the stars-bl
would they appear more lovelya Not
bit of it. You Gothaini,es by dvEeNin
upon these may receive good, and has
y your ferocious temper completely subdue.
3 bu, l don't want TO have anything to Z
y with your down-eas. Yankees. have VI
derstood that their hearts are 30 incline
to wooden nutmegs and singing psalm
that they have no idea at all Of the suhliIr
and beautiful. They won't believe wha.
U tell them, because of their stiff-neckednes
do think that if an angel We're to. con
e. down from heaven and swear upon a wai
oa-lcad OF comic aimanacs that wlias