Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1859-03-30

"I lang hae thought, my faithful friend,
A something to hae sent you,
| Tho it should serve no other end
Than just kind mementoc;
But how the subject theme may gang,
Let time and chance determine,
Perhaps it may turn out u sang-
Perhaps turn out q sermon"
Ay, verify, mon cher, cAer ami, such have
been'the intentions of your little friend for
some time, so various, and so pleasant to be
talked Of, are the things which constantly
occur in this world which we inhabit at
present. 1t always seems strange to me that
Editors should ever find dearth Of subject
themes for newspaper paragraphs. The cause
must lie, in great measure, in the fact of
their scorn for all little things. The flowers
bloom not in all their paradisaical freshness
about them, nor does the hundred-tongued
bird sing so wantonly for them. Around and
about them fall no tiny rays of sunlight and
moonlight and above them is not that lovely
canopy Of ETHEREAL blue lighted "with sun
by day and with stars by night" which only
children and poets see. No! not for them
these things; their paths and their thoughts
follow close behind whirlwinds, and earth
quakes, and matters Of State and moment.
But is it not among little things, and in
the remembrance Of little things, that We
pass half, or at least the sweetest and most
beautiful part of our lives7 Arc We not
children, and do We not spend with little
children the better and most innocent portion
of our lires2 Where are to bo found, in all
the books of State and worldly wisdom,
thoughts over which we have fingered with
purer delight, than those to he found in Burns
simple lines upon the Mountain Daisy, the
"wec, modest crimson-tipped fow'r," an
g the wee, sleckit, cowrin, tin'rous beastie," "
and those too in his touching little love songs!
When and where did any one Of the whole
Lake School of Poets sing so beautifully, or
half so touchingly and truthfuly, as did
Wordsworth, the philosophical bard, in his
Little Lacy." Never, since we were tiny
cLild and u,ed to repeat this simple poem on
Friday evenings at the old field school, have
we ever heard the name Uf LtcY without re-
calling at once, and repeating to ourselves the
whole Of this exquisite poem and we will
10 SO now, and perhaps another child may
there y learn to love it as we DO:
She dwelt among the untrollcn ways
Busilc the Springs of Dove,
A mail whom there were mono praise
Aad very few to love.
A violet by mossy stone
| Half hidden from tho eye
| Fair rs a STAR when only one
Is shining i. the sky.
| She lived unknown. nnl few could know
When Lucy ceased to he;
But she j. in her grave, and oh
The difrrcuce is to HE :"
Alb, did God scorn all lesser things half so
much as men do, there would be only great
men, and great women, AMI great trees, and
| great every thing, in this world. y tiny
mortal, such as ], would never have been
born; there would be no flowers in tie
Spring time, nor in Summer, nor in Autumn
no jasmines, no roses, no sweet blooming
violets along the garden walks there would
be no green-embowered hamlets by the way
side and no lowly white cottages here and
there over the land with their beTies of
laughing children,-no wee and sweetly mur.
muring brooklets through every leafy grove,
and no "cool gushing fountains" in desert
places. There would be no little birds to
sing pleasantly about country doorways, and
in the Forest wide for country folk, and
there would be no little maidcns to love these
things.
o, what a desolate world this would lie
without little things!
Its great and thrilling age in which we
live, and it is delightful privilege to live in
it. for perhaps, since the time of CHnIsT's
ministry on earth, none has been hulf so
startling or interesting. But pelf, pelf, pelf!
still holds sway, and materiality chokes us in
Oh every hand, with its chalry debris, and per-
,nits not the sou-current to flow with sutfi-
cient freedom and power to beautify our
lives. 1t would he well, in consideration oil
this, for Us to encourage our love for Spiritu'
atty. 4 dear and very gifted friend, in wri
ting me uucs, said, In speaking of this same
subject
HTherelore, my dear little girl, 10 atteta
true haImoIy of mind, ctttiit.Ae Sptrttaasify.
Set yourself in relation with all things, and
recusnize all being. as created in the image
| Of God, and love all men Us beings OF the salne
substance wi,h Yourself. Let flow into your
soul the goo that is found in every body
that part Of their being which you Will IND
congenial to your higher conceptions of Truth,
or Kindness, or Beauty-and enrich yourself,
and ennpble your ideal thereby; and by
pouring out this universal kindness you VIII
uot be- impoverished, for it will determine
streams Of love towards you, und the Con-
sciousnesl OF being loved will make you nap
py Do not reject the love of any one, ior
love is a!l one IN kind. The love Of the low
le,t is as balmy and refreshing to the harlno-
ujzrd mind, as tue love oil the most intellec-
tual and refined: honey is honey If it come
out of golden or an earthen vessel.
81 do not mean 10 say that we must love
all men alike-lhere is more OF the God-hcad
in some than in others. Have your ideals
and cherish them, but take always care not
to mix the person with your ideal, and con-
tinually dcvelope aud improve the latter by
impressions received from the great human
miud."
Yes, this is an interesting age in which we
live, and there are many, very many thoughts
which pass through simple maiden's mind
that c. uld tell you, which might, and yet
again might not, interest your many readers.
As the days are passing very pleasantly
with us here in the Country, perhaps there
would be no harm in stealing an evening from
our immediate tireside for your view, mas
much as it was spent in common with the
whvle world, in the Remembrance of ons
u. III -.,.l:0l Lose o,,l ha,or