Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-12-10


Love fills, verbally, the hour, the day, the
age, the world. It is on every body's lip
and in no ones heart; the theme of poesy,
but an abstraction to the prose of Life;
beautiful planet, whose faint. ray we some
times catch from Heaven, but whose nature
and whose law we can not and care not to
comprehend.
Where Love is not pure ideal it is a
myth Of beauty society agrees to treat as
though it were reality. All talk of Love;
yet who believes in its permanent existence2
Love proves to some disappointment
and woe, but it is jest and by-word to the
many. Loves danger is from inability to
think. The mind aroused; the passion is at
rest.
Love- or the cant of it, has been the fash
ion since time began: it has never gone out
Of date. All seasons are its own; all people,
all regions.
1t is the rosy badge every one wears some
| time on his breast to show he is doing his
| part in the pretty farce.
Some play the character better than others;
| some longer and more earnestly; but they all
| laugh when the droll drama is over, aud they
| have cast down the crimson ribboE for new
| and signing simpletons to pick up and
| sparkle in.
| Somewhat Of wisdom perchance is gath
| cred by men in the disillusion of love; for
| what is experience but the clearing. away of
mists that hide the inaccessible mountain of
| truth2
They who have dsproved the passion are
| no more to be fretted and cajoled they know
| themselves better. The glorious planet,
burning in the blue temple of the evening, is
| shown to be common rush-light in the
| easement of a cobbler.
| Terribly prosaic, but superlatively real
| We may seek to mix Heaven and Earth;
but like oil and water, love and marriage,
| fire and gunpowder, they will not COM
mingle. Their natures are too opposite.
They remain themselves, or one destroys the
other.
Love is not, however, complete alb
! straction, an actual myth. 1t sufficiently re-
| veals itself to appear possible; to give hope
| at some era, of realization, when every thing
| is changed, and we are our own antipodes.
Indeed, love actually GENES to us, not
seldom, either, like bird out of Heaven,
| with the music of the spheres i'll its breast.
And it sings with celestial note till the re-
volving earth and its brother planets seem
hushed to hear.
Every thing is changed before that rarest
music, which works more wonders than
Orpheus's Tyre. Rainbows of hope are on all
sides; and each blade of grass becomes an
Eden: every rising syllable a song of praise.
| II the divine bird would drink only out of
our heart, he should not thirst-so essential
is he to our felicity, even to our repose.
But in the midst of his all-pervadng mel
| ody, a fact groans or circumstance screams,
and the warbler takes wing, and in a mo-
ment is bright speck upon the distance, and
memory in our life.
If we could keep Love- the rule of this
Earth would not. The laws of our planet
are opposed to its being; it never can be
naturalized here, and the vast race of prac
tisalists,. who people and oppress the world
regard the bright-eyed Eros as foe. He
might interfere with their selfshness: he
might make them forget themselves. Hence,
| if he knock at the door of their heart or tap
at the window of their spirit, they drive him
away, out into the midnight, the dreariness,
the storm.
No Love for u.s. say they. Sly rogue, he
steals not our heart. We are safe there but
he will purloin our purses, and here we are
in danger.
Again and again to the millionth time,
Love may descend, as the deties in the epic
page; but human nature, delighted to re-
ceive, can not hold him. 1t and cireum-
stance expel Love from the bosom he is
transforming into goodness and beauty, and
ruin and desolation reign after in the de-
serted domain,
For love, natures must be equal, though
dissimilar alike advanced, though different
|. | seeing with the same eyes and feeling with
the same soul; worshipping the same beauty
and subject, more than all, to the same spir'
itual laws.
Mortals are often thus at period of theil
| life; but they can not so remain; and wheI
one passes beyond the other, the silver-chor(
. of Love, which is brief and fragile, breaks
and the little Paradise is closed forever.
When Materialism- dies and PRACTICABLE,
expires; when Time and its exactions end
when the million miseries the wretcheC
world engenders of necessity, are gone, Low
may be companion unto man; may wal
| - 4 of tha Eyn anI
: be his own souls soul through all Eternity
But, until then, exclaims the Signing Romeo
fond love, FAREWELL
In distant ages we may meet, perhap
when death has come thousand times.
Thou art so beautiful, it is the deepest wo
!; to tear thee from the heart Thine eye
D looked meier so lovely as through the mois
tureyof thy falling tears.
One kiss in memory of thee and thinC
. and go in silence-break not the heart wit
: utterance of syllable Ito thy native skies
J, Now Love is gone and hopel Philosoph
stand in their stead Farewell dreams c
poets and the siren songs of hope Th
episode is over; the toll and torture re-begiI
Revolve, wheel of lxion; the unloved an
unloving breast can bear more stoically tn
agonizing wounds. JUNlUS.
ACCIDENT ON THE STAGE Caroline Riel
iays NarrolOly Escapes a HOrrid Death
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