The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1859-06-30
Mi5Gfllany.
The Human Mind.

A strange, but beautiful work is the
human mind, a mysterious, incomprehen-
sible volume, which you may always read,
| but never finish. The greater the exer-
tion to exhaust, the more full and replete
it becomes. A musical instrument Civ
ing forth variety Of sounds. Touch its
chords tenderly, and deliclously sweet is
the response. Strike it roughly, and it
yields not melody, but harsh and discord-
ant notes.
1t is like beautiful palace knock gent
ly at the aoor, and it will be opened,
Tread softly through its wonderful aisles,
and gaze upon the wonderful mechanism
displayed in its creation. Enter its ban
quct-hall and feast Fear not to eat, for
you are but increasing the stores of your
entertainer. Examine its apartments.
They but increase in numbras you count
them. Look at the diamonds fear not
to handle them, for they will sparkle at
your touch Look at the jewels: they
viii shine more brightly by contact wear
them, for you cannoS l3se shem if you
would Steal them you may, but return
them you must.
1t is like murmuring stream, gliding
quietly, gurglng sweetly in its harmoni-
Gus nature. Fall, evening dews, on its
polished surface, yo will not disturb its
placidity Descend, gentle showers, it
will tremble with delight at YoHr sweet
kisses. Come pot, yc torrents, children
of the tornado, for it will rail at your ap-
proach; come not in your anger, for tur-
bulence is not its nature
Like mountain, from whose towering
heights genius has scattered its gems and
intellect herled the thunder-bolts Of its
power; from whose summit have flowed
streams of moral power, to cleanse and
purify a diseased world.
Like quiet valley, wharR in security
we may rcpose Where intellect may IN
duigc in its sicsta and arm itself for new
achievements and greater triumphs.
Truly, the human mind is all, all these,
Incomprchensible, yet ever inviting in
Yestigation. An inexhaustible reservoir,
from which a world may drink and but
add to its contents. \ mystery to itself,
yet never satisfied with its own interior
workings, and constantly seeking to elu-
Qidate It's own intricacies. \ tangled
skein, from which the thread runs smooth
ly, yet ever in snarl; mysterious ball,
ever unwinding, yet never unwound al
ways speaking, yet never understood; ];
ever familiar, yet new to itself; giving
forth, but ever retaining; casting abroad,
yet ever collecting.
Win a future world reveal its wonder
full mechanism 1t never will I'M
mortal in its nature, it must never be un-
derstood. a complete analysis of its ma
terial elements would destroy its lmmor-
tality. Most perfect in its parts, yet can
never ATTN perfection.
Go en-, then, thou immortal creation
! know thee not, and yet know thee l
cannot comprehend, yet deeply have l
studied thee. Farewell to thee; but in
vain do | speak the word Thou wilt not
go? Then stay but let menot think of
thee Thou wilt not Then assist me,
but let beauty, harmony and goodness be
the results Of thy secret working; pour
forth melody from thy sweetest chords
work on, move on, for Immortality is thy
name. Here must [ cease to dwell upon
thy wonderful mechanism, thy secret
workings, thy mysterious pover.-M H.
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