Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1859-11-24

unsuspecting wel!spring of our being
Fearful it is, because SO often the vine must
uprooted, and all;its ibres wrenched away;
but til! the hour of discovery comes, how is
it transigured by new and beautiful life!
There is nothing in lille more beautiful than
that trance-iike, quiet dawn which precedes
the rising of love in the soul. When the
whole Oeing is pervaded imperceptibiy and
tranquiIly by another being, and we are
happy, We know not and ask not why, the
soul is then receiving all and asking moth
ing.r At later day, she becomes self: CON-
scious. and then come craving exactions.
endless questions-the whole world Of The
material comes in with its hard counsels
aud consultations, and the beautiful trunce
fades forever.
si B----a RoMAsce.
Let us look up in lear and reverence and
say, "God is the great maker Of romance.
taA-ezan whose hand came man and wo-
man-He, who strung the great harp of Ex-
istence, with all its wild, and wonderful land
manifold chords, and attuned them to one
another-He is the great Post of life
Every impulse of beauty, of heroism, and
every craving for purer love ,faire- perfection
nobler type and style of being than that
which closes like prison house around US
in the dim daily walk of life, is Gods breath,
Gods impulse, Gods reminder to the soal
that there is something higher, sweeter,
purer yet to be attained.
J. snu-- THE scoFFER.
Therefore, man or woman, when thy ideal
is shattered-as shattered thous d times
1t must be-when the vision fades, the rap
ture burns out, turn not away in skepticism
and bitterness, saying, "There is nothing
better for a man than that he should ear and
drink" but rather cherish the revelations of
those hours as prophecies and foreshadoy
ings of something real and possible yet to
be attained in the manhood of immortality.
The scofing spirit that laughs at romance
is an apple of the Devils own handling,
from the bitter tree of knowledge-it opens
the eyes only to see eternal knowledge.
THE USES OF DISAPPOINTMENT.
IF ever you have had a romantic, uncaicu-
lating frendship-a boundless worship and
belief in some hero of our soul-if ever
YOU have SO loved, thai all cold prudence ,all
selfish, worldly considerations have gone
down Ike driil-wood before river flooded
with new rain from heaven, so that you even
forgot yourself, and were ready to cast your
Whole being into bthe chasm of existence,
as an offering before the feet OF another,and
all for nuthing-if you awoke bitterly be-
trayed and deceived-still give thanks to
Gud that you have had one glimpse OF heaven.
The door now shut, will open again. Re-
joice that the noblest capabliiv of your
esernal Inheritance has been made known
to you; treasure it as the highest honor u
your being, that ever you could SO feel-tnat
so divine guest ever possessed your soul.
THE OBJECT OF LOVE.
In a refined and exalted natuIe, ii is very
seldom that the feeling OF love, when once
thoroughly aroused, has any sort os relation
10 the reality o. the object. 1t is Common
" an enkinding OF the whole power of the
soni's love for whatever she considers
highest and iairest; it is, in fact, the love
of something divine and unearthly, which,
by sort of illusion. connects itself wi th d
personality. Properly speaking. there is
but one true, eternal object of all that the
mind conceives in this trance of its exalta-
ton. Disenchantment must come,of course;
and in love which terminates in happy
marriage, there is a tende: and gracious
process, by which, without shock or violence
the ideal is gradually sunk in the rea (which
though found faulty and earthly, is still ever
tenderly remembered as it seemed under the
morning light of that enchantmenf.
THE FAITH OF WOMAN.
The fact is, " omen are burdened with
fealty, faith, reverence, more than they
know what TO do with; they stand like a
hedge of sweet peas, throwing out fluttering
tendrils everywhere for something high and
strong to climb by; and when they find it,
be it ever SO rough in the bark, they catch
upon it. And instances are not wanting, oil
those who have turned away from the fat
terry OF admirers, to PROSTATE themselves at
the. feet 0: genuine hero, who never wooed
them, except by heroic deeds and the rhetor-
ic of a noble lile.-Mrs. III. b. Stowe.