Weekly Trinity journal., 1858-05-15
Tho c:rcn, IEcnr, Of the Dclving Multitude,

Our friend of the Marysville .Ntcs is pleased
TO say that we are the exponent of mountain
life, aud we'll know how and where to touch tue
great heart of the delving multitude We will
tell him when and how we found out where that
great rcioieng sorrowiug, sinking, swelling, pal
pitating thing lies, and through what avenues it
may be approached.
We were born to labor the tender muscles of
boyhood were educated in the labor fields which
are the uuremunerative Inheritance of the poor,
We learned to swing the axe and fail when the
blows fell Geebly aud ill-direced, and at many
day-ending the boy-plowman has homcward
wended his weary way and gladly sought the
deep sleep which Mileth upon men The trees
which we deadened are still standing, lmboss
and lcaGess, by the Juniota, their long white
trunks swaying slowly about, as the gust comes
down from the cold deGlcs of the Aueghany 1t
was our axe that killed those desoate old trees.
The patchcd-up gate which our hoyish ingenuity
constructed is still swinging on its worn out
hinges, and the dog-house which we built in lu.
dcrous imitation of Gothic architecture is still
old Mingo The world cares nothing for his life
or death, but he was or friend, and one time
pulled us out of Il deep pond and then when we
got bigger we built Mingo palace a wonderful
" magnificent house was Mingo's, yet he, poor
fellow, found that with dogs, as well as with men,
pale Death beats with equal foot at the cottages
of the poof and the palaces of the rich Mingo
never read it in Horace, but the instruction came
with the dcoreptude of age And many one
who reads !his bad dog like Mngo, for whose
good name he would fight today.
And then they said TO the West to the West
and following the trail Of adventurous explorers,
We came to a place where sinews OF steel and
hearts of iron were wrestling with misfortune
among the trees, and spanglcs of gold, glistening
among the sands, seemed to say to the despond
ing sluggard, why stand ye here idle all the
day 2 There, in mountain a6litudcs, through
ways untrayersed before, by the rivers side,
whose pure waters betrayed the presence Of no
earlier adyenturer, we pursued the recedng gold
en- phantom that was like cloud by day and a
pillar of fire by night. There we shared the dis
appointments which came with the gathering
night shades on the great heart of the delving
multitude and with them have translated every
voice of the night, and in its lonesome watches
have counted the stars that appeared through
openings among the trees. Oh, what dismal
prophecies have we read in that horoscope ; it
seemed as though the arm Of Destiny had swept
away every night-lamp whose beams could reveal
the trembling index on the compass Of Hope but
with the GIst huralds Of TIE morning came that
blessed messenger who coming out from the
Throne, and lcaping from the parapets of llcay-
On, down among the despairing children OF men,
moves like re.creatng spirit on the turbid wa
TOYS of 81 of doath--that spirit which impels
the broken-wiuged bird in her strife to reach the
starving place Of her young-that which ami
mates the sinking swimmer who would float upon
a straw ; that which wells up in the mother S
heart when she breathes into the nostrls of her
dying child and sees in its ilmy eyes the respond
ing gaze of love that which eats its way through
the seamless walls of the prisoners dungeon
that which plumes its wing in martyr fires aud
climbs the golden ladders that lean against the
morning twilight walls Of gray Blessed,
Heaven sent, indestructble Hope, ever dying
but never dead, lingering about the resting
places Of labor, and falling down, like the dews
Of Iermon, on the great hearts Of the delying
multitude