The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1857-08-20

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that waved over his thatched cottag
would but add anguish to the alrcad,,
aching heart. He might walk in tn
groves Of his lonely island, and listen T.
the music of the birds, as they sported il
the woods, and transient flame OF 10,
might burn in his bosom, and light VI
his countenance; yet when he recollectet
that there were none in whose eyes h'
might mark kindred glow Of delight, an
guish and woe would follow like darkness
in the train of lightening's flash, and th'
songs of the forests, as he returned to hi:
lonely cabin, would wake the widest feel
ings Of pain, and all the fountains OF bliss
would be impregnated with woe. as his
ear caughtthe last note, which like the
death-bell, told him of joys that had been
but should be no more. Should he stand
on the beach and gaze over the "dark
blue wave," delighted with the extended
and sublime prospect of oceans immensity
electric thought would transport him 10
his own boyhood's home, and he could
but drop tear of recreant hope, as he
despaired of ever again beholding his ma
tive land, and his distant friends. And
in philosophy's spite, in spite Of every eff
fort Of stoicsm. in spite Of every Joy OF
his blessed loneliness, he would sigh for
one to whom he might impart his woes,
and to whom he might say "solitude is
sweet It would, indeed, be wonder
Gus sort of philosophy that could support
a man in such a situation; for nature has
decreed that man should be social being;
and has given such eloquence to the eye
of gratitude, friendship and love, that in
them consists the highest and most refined
bliss. The very thought that no eye Of
affection beams for US, that there is none
who regards, none who esteems, none
who honors, none who loves us, is the
most piercing and poignant that can effect
our minds: there is nothing which we are
SO slow to believe, and nothing which
comes with such dreadful, such deathlike
influence upon the soul. Man could not
live in such situation. He could not
endure to be deprived of the enjoy
ments Of society. No, if he were
deprived of the friendship of yirtu-
Gus and honorable men, if he were driven
as an outcast from every habitation of en-
| llightened and civilized humanity; yetifhe
could find one clan of rude and untamed
savages, he might then End some repose
in the sympathy Of natures sons: and il
still driven and expelled from this retreat
he would seek the haunts of some fearless,
lawless bandits and participate in their
half human society Of his fellow men. In
every breast there is a kindred spirit of
loAe and affection. The robber who like
the savage tiger, prowls in the path OF
the defenceless traveller, and without re-
morse plunges the dagger into the bosom
of his fellow being, who acknowledges no
good but in plunder. who worships no
god but security when he has returned
from his fendish purposes, can drop the
tear ofloye and friendship, and hear the
depened sigh of sorrow and woe as he ga
zes on the sweet smiles of his innocent off
spring and the Arab, whose glory and
prowess is in murder, and whose alpha
bet is written in letters of blood, has been
prompted by the strange feeling of human
nature, to stay his uplifted scimitar, and
save thevictim he had been taught to de-
test. The laurelled hero. who has sub
dued nations, overthrown armies and
kingdoms, whose power overcame space,
and whose spirit spurned opposition, turns
from these cold unhapifying objects, from
the pageantry of pampered greatness.
and seeks repose in friendship and calms
the tempest of his afflicted soul by the in
spring influence of gratitude and socia,
bility. Few are SO depraved and sunk
below the common feelings of men, that
they spurn the delights of affection; fol
this spark of natures fire, though it may
be smothered for while, yet it will come
forth, and none are SO refined that they
rise above this universal allotment of man
For angels and superior intellisences and
charmed by its ravishing sublmity /; and
from heaven is said to have sprung this
ethereal fame ofpurest bliss, not stolen,
like Promethean five, from the summit o.
Olympus, but the gift of heaven,to warm
the cherished soul of song, to charm the
dark bosom of affection, and light the pill
grim in his way to glory. Yes. it is the
gift of heaven, and adds new delight and
beauty to every object around us.e There
is not 10Y which it does not enhance, no
laurrelled wreath of greatness. and re
nown, which it does not make more desl
by its charms, not gift of fortune which
is not rendered doubly delightful by it
selestial influence. not beauty which /
mot tinted with more livid splendor, by it
magic touch. The allurements of pleas