Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1859-04-21

ne cIoSing passage OF Prot. Mitch
elPs lecture Tuesday at N. Y, was de.
livered with thrilling effect. After speak
ing Of the unfathomable distances which
no telescope can penetrate, lying far be-
You'd the system in which the earth re-
wolves, and yet filled with independent
systems Of worlds OF infinite numbers.
he said:
Light traverse space at the rate of
Million mites a minute, yet the light
from the nearest star requires ten wears
to reach the earth, and Herschel's tele-
scope revealed stars two thousand three
hundred times further distant. The
great telescope of Lord Ross pursued
these creations of God still deeper into
space, and having resolved the nepuln
OF the Milky Way into stars, discovered
other systems of stars-beautiful dia-
mond points glittering through the black
darkness beyond. When he beheld this
amazing abyss-when he saw these svs-
TENS scattered protusely throughout
Space-When he reflected upon the inn
mense distance, their enormous NAOMI
tude, and the countless millions of
worlds that belonged to them, it seemed
to him as though the wild dream ofthe
German poet was more than realized.
tod called man I'D dreams into the
vestlbuIe OF heaven, saying, come ND
hither and | will show thee the glory Of
my house And to his angels who stood
about his throne, he said, take him,
strip him OF his robes of flesh; cleanse
his affections; put new breath into his
noStrlIs; but touch not his human heart
the heart that fears and hopes and
trembles. A moment more and the man
stood ready for his unknown VOYAGE.
Under the guidance of mighty angel
with sounds OF flying pinions, they sped
away from the battlements of heaven.
Some tlmes,on the mighty angels wings
Cacy'tled through Saharas of darkness.
"ndernesses of death. AT length, from
a distance not counted save in the ar
ithmeuc of Heaven, light beamed upon
them-a sleepy flame as seen through
a heavy cloud.-They sped on in their
terrible speed to meet the light; the light
With lesser speed came TO meet them.
In moment the blazing of suns around
them-a moment the wheeling of plan
cts; then-came long eternities of twi-
light; then again on the right hand
and the left appeared more consultations
At last the man sank down, crying, An
gels, | can go no further, let me lie down
in the grave and hide myself from the
| infinitude of the universe, for end there
Is none End there is none p demand
ed the angel. And from the glittering
stars that shone around there came a
shout, End there is none ? End there
is none? demanded the angel again;
and is it this that awes thy soul -? an
swer, end there is none to the universe
OF God! Lo, also, there is no beginning.
W EBsTER's RESIDENCE AT WASHING
ToN.-From letter by n p. Willis, in
the Home Journal, we take the follow
ing, suggested by recent visit of the
writer to Washington:
The house, made famous by having
been once the dwelling Of Webster, a
small brick tenement Of two stories. near
the Capitol, is particularly interesting
to those who knew the charm of the
great Daniel in familiar life for his
thoughts were not always "shoes for
giants in world ofpigmies."
In the small dining room in the base
ment Of that house, and with the simp-
lest OF dinners upon the table, were
teasts of wit and humor, at which he
shone, (say those who were intimate
with him. eyen more than in the Senate
Chamber, near by. Here rose the "God
like man." an hour before sunrise, every
morning of the winter season, and first
made all the fires in the house, kitchen,
bedroom and parlor-(for it was
thing he had knack at" and he loved
thus to air his drudge, abilities before
getting upon his pedestals for the day.
Then he took his basket, and walked
down to the market, to have chat with
the butcher, and himself to choose the
JOINT and the vegetables for the days
larder- home again before his great
eyes were looked for by the curious
And it is of this earthly Webster, let me
say, the noblest of plain merry fellows
in whose mortal body the great inhaol-
ting intellect was guest he was often
weary of, that we want picture drawn
i by some friend who remembers MIN
wB. GRArz Brown has retired
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