Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-11-20

Say something say anything fhthef tnne
il there with closed lips, 30 statue like, that
vo involuntarily straightcn ourselves, and
yasp for breath. You have q brain and
,ongue-use them. They wero not given
you 10 bo "hidden under bushel,7 or TO
rust away in idlcness. You wero not made,
10 live for self alone, thcro is sphere boz,
yond-the good, the happiness.
A human being without speech is an au-
lomaton, cypher. He may havo mind
but we do not sec it; hoart, but We do not
feel il; for any but himself he might rs
well have been unborn.
A stupid man is the most ineuferable Of
all things He gets up, and lies down fills
given space on this mundane sphere,
makes tho very air sitting with his presence;
taxes tho ingenuity Of his acquainteuces,
with the continual effort TO set him going.
If successful in drawing out few words,
It's relief unuttcrable but let him alone,
and the animal soon rclapses into this thing
in black, this block, doing in the chimney
corner, or if nominally awake, chewing tho
cud of his own unrevcaled fancies. Con-
dcmncd TO side-and-side existence with
such an one should have the brain ache,
the heart ache and betake myself 10 eating
ten. penny nails or fly off to tho moon, or
something equally despcrate, TO sec If leould
make him speak.
| once had the misfortune to know fam
ily whose conversational powers were en-
tircly monosvllabic. Itrcmble oven now, rs
l recall their Rosinante vending his SLOW
, and solemn way to our door at one O'Clock
on a midsummer day, for an afternoon sit
down. With what gravity were unrolled
tho nice white knitting, and the more bulky
articles of needle-work for the interminable
I campaignl Our expedients TO sustain con-
Y versation were comical enough, though ey-
$ cry bone ached with tho effort tc stave off
a silence; and We were rewarded only by
r Miss Sophia's simper, and Miss Betty's yes
# and no, when she couldn't help it--mcan-
: while, the needles were piled with uncoas-
d ing diligence, and the results Of that after
;, Moons labor summed up proftably in the
n weeks category. After supper the capa-
4 cious work basket was repacked, solemn
r adieus were spoken, and we could thank
Q fully breathe again.
q know an old lady whose favcrite max-
t i'm is not to talk before strangers, and in
t their presence adorn the corner, with mouth
It and nose drawn down, and eyes rebukingly
If cast on those who have loss stringent ideas
Is of propriety than herself; of course her en-
o trance acts like a paralytc stroke on tongue
d and nerve. ili
lr There is no charm in that domestic circle,
c where silence prevails, where pin-fall may
e, be heard upon the soft carpet, where the
1t father sits statute-like, gazing in mid air,
e the mother building baseless castles over
e, her work, the little ones repressing their in
10 FAINT glee from sympathy.
is There is no pleasure in the social circle,
'r where tho long and awful pause is frequent
P ly felt, where tho "lords of creation" form a
r. tangible, dismal line of black upon one side
er of tho apartment, glancing ever and anon
y at the mute visions of beauty in parallel
b. range no one venturing to lift his voice amid
III the deathlike stiffness, or to break the bound
IN ary Of the charmed ring. w
6, Brothers and sisters, why don't you talk
,r. A thousand daily incidents afford pleasant
X themes for social chat; diversity Of opinion
ne gives zest to life, different points of obser
is vation vary the self same scene.
cd Do you walk abroad with your eyes open
cd and yet see nothing worthy of mention
rs can you gaze on a fine landscape, the starr,
ch heavens, the wonders of nature and art, an6
ng yet never feel an uncomfortable desire t,
lis exclaim beautiful charming Do agreeable
ut and disagreeable strike you alike, or ncye
ar strike you at alls Has the ovorburdenet
be heart no joys or sorrows to pour into th'
ear Of sympathyi Havo you no brigh
he thoughts it would do others good to heal
'as no knowledge that would increase theirs, n
of Ipleasantrics with which to cheer some droor
nd ing spirtf Is thy mind waste, thy spir
Vi, it dead within thee? Not9 Then talk
Of talk!
he Is it timdity that holds your tongue i
ne, durancc? You can talk we'll if you try, an
vas be not too proud to reveal yourself as 70
ed, are. Is it contempt for othersl Como U
ted then to the stand of comparison, and leal
mo that you are not infinitely superior as "
i'm. imagine. Have you nothing to sayG "
ats, have, if you will say it; talk lcarnedl
= ncnsensically, discuss the weather, or al
to other topic but your neighbors--spare thel
! in The sight Of some people always max
- us feel better; in gloom or dcspondens
phi we turn to them for light and hope, and /
who burden is lifted up, and we como away !
frcshed and enlivcncd There are sor
and whose conversation is elevating, soul-insp
the ing-whose thoughts arc as raro pear
on who seem to have at command all kno,
At edge, and by intercourse with such, 0
old minds are expanded, and our hearts purifi
rop but my tongue-tied friend, It's not you
our mean! In the dark hour, we would ave
you as the plague---it wants tho stro
iced nerve, the unclouded spirit to resist yc
He leaden influence.
on Silent one, who will be tho better, I
Iiest wiser for your prescncci Are you satisf
Wild to be but "dot on creations page9" II
we'd talk talk lay not your all Of thought a
he beauty on tho altar Of self.---Saturd
ent- Post. MATILDA ScRoeas.
ver, -----.,---
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