The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1858-12-15

clock at Strasburg is very simple thing.
When we used to stride through 'no-maa
MAJ -put-off the-law-of-God, with all the
grace ola pair Of dividers, opened At
twenty two and half, over sheet Of
paper, VIC learned that tongue. teeth. lips
aud larnyx constituted the organs Of
speech, and so arrived at conclusica
quite rardonable in tn SO years Of inno-
ccnce and ignorancs, that eloquent utter
ance is something like cherry hardly
q lnouthful.
Since that time, we have wondered az
many people for dying without discover
ing their mistake.
Eloquencc is tho art Of letting the soul
out, and many are the lips that when
parted, give exit to no such article, aud
for the most melancholy reason in the
world: there is no soul to be let out The
clothing Of thought in English wardrobe,
is grandcr than the painters art; anil next
in dignity and beauty to this expression
Of thought, is the rendering thereof in
the vocal uttorance; the rocking of the
charmed air into articulate pillows, that
shall break in the sweetest of cadenccs at
Ms feet Of the Daughters of music, and
murlnur over the threshold into sthe pa
lace of the SOUL Nothing lends such
force to true thought or such beauty to-
poetic uttcrance, and nothing brings the
soul SO fully into sight, like risen star.
To stand where the Author stood; to
feel as the Author felt; to take the dead
words from the white sheet wherein the
printer has laid them; to lift them into
life; warm them with ones own breath;
inform them with ones own soul; bright
en- them like clouds at dawn, with the
morning of the eye; float them thus from
heart to heart In lnusic--such is the Read
er's work. Does he read Ewes lament in
Paradisei For the moment he could
write what Milton wrote. Written words,
like dead languages, are neutral ground
whereon all mon may meet, but few are
they Who have the power to summon
those words to that resurrection Of the
living voice we call reading.
To see the lips Of youth AMI beauty
open only to play cennilal to thought; to
fuse expression into nuggets; to disloca.s
the rhythm and ring the bells Of rhyme,
makes lis feel that the good Polynesinns
who count upon roasted missionaries are
Grahamtes to tho husk.
And to think that same youth and
beauty's fingers may have teetered over
the unstable floor of piano keys in quest
of tune. long enough to have taught
her lips to part in music like Mcmnon'a
Mt touch Of morning sun, makes one mar-
vel that hands SO fair should have robbed
her Of the richest OF her graces--a soft,
sweet, clear uttcrance, that IN st excel
lent thing in woman
And all those people that nrc forever
reading and speaking before folks do
you suppose some of them know what ,
terrific work they are making! There is
the spasmodic reader, whose words bolt
into the audible world Ike shot from q
repeating musket; and there is one that
signs like furnace and another who
puts down his utterances like heavy feet,
that he does not intend to take up till
next week, to-day being Monday in the
morning.
And how some very good people read
hymns, that have been reading hymns
since this old church was new. What
work they make with tho sweetest II
praise. How they go
From Grcenlands icy MOI ntsins.
To Indias coral strand.
very much
AS you've sometimes seen in little ring.
That hangs in his cage. Canary bird swing.
And how some Of them pull the sweet
words as if they were masking molasses
candy-they will excuse US for the ex-
preston, as we have them for the reading.
But Of all uncomfortable readers, he is chief
that speaks just above his breath, arpa-
rently afraid to let go Of his words, lest
he should never get them again. Who
whispered first, we do not pretend to know
but if we may be allowed an opinion it
was found convenient about the time of
that unfortunate affair in Paradise. Then
how dreadfully 3 great many people read
Shakespeare; the very people too, that
persist In reading it upon every possible
occasion, but neither in the Decalogue.
nor yet in the Common Law, do we End
any such words as, thou shalt not read
Shadspear so there Is no help for it ex-
cept an adderish deafness. We hare
heard folks read the part of Ophslia, when
We thought il almost pity, .se poor g'ra