Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1860-12-06
Written fer the Green Mountain Freeman.
Each One Has his Angel.

Through all the pages Of the poet, and the
romanco Of the novelist, there lurks,-s ONE
times go sly as to be scarcely dscoverable,
sometimes boldly SET up and claiming worship
and admiration, an angel of the creation Of
the mind Of the author doubt if q poet
were poet if he did not keep that angel in
1nint, as it were, to haunt him, and arouse him
20 pen MS me poetic visions The Ho7eii;sss
wouId be no longer..author did he lose sight of
an all-abSorbing something, the portraying Of
which he labored, and abored in vain, to pro-
duce.
There may be those who have no angel, but
Nature has kindly refused to give them mind or
soul or sense. To the greater portion there is
some blessed angel, whose faint footballs cheer
the SOUL and the futtcr of whose unseen wings
IL a continuous music to the wounded heart
Every one does not recognize this angel; every
heart or soul does not give place and audience
TO the blessed stranger. They are hardened,
Oloyed, and unsusceptible of the finer feelings
Those whose lives are passed in carelessness and
Nnthought, never hold converse with angels :;
never partake Of that pleasure which is in
store for them did they awake to its presence
Those who realize life, and are intent upon
its value and profit by its occasions, have each
one his angel, and distinctly is the light-winged
creature embodied in his coming in and going
out. No other mortal will see the fair features,
will Icar the melody of lite music, nor feel the
sot semblance Of real life that it has to its
possessor but, nevertheless, it has a continued
being, and maintains place and power in his
heart, and he is happy in the compelled worship
and ilolatry.
In the other and ideal world to which he
goes, in all phases of business, Of pleasure or
trouble, he meets this angel, and never think
ing to ask sympathy, never tells Of his sorrows
never thinking to share his pleasures, or dream.
ing that it thinks of his happiness, he talks in
truthful voice and earnest soul, and is satisfied
with but the speaking of It's silent presence, a.
plain as if 1t spoke with thunder. 1t keep
the art..alive, keeps 1t administering to tn,
freshness of his pennings, Perhaps no ont
ever pictured to himself-much more to tn,
world-the form and complexion Of this angel
or took note of its dimensions, age OF sex bu
80 better is brother known to brother, thar
this angel to its master lie is master--still h
as slave. lis exacting-Still It's proffered will
willing hand. Never, quite, is this image 0
the intellectual soul realized, outwardy, 70
never is it sought after. Never the idea of an
gel comes, until comes the wing bearing sem
Jlance itself, and the first welcome shuts GU
all expectancy, or thought to look for others
Sometimes faint resemblance to the unreal i
Sound IN the real, and "a life time, with one O
dormant intellect, seems to absorb or merge tn
two, 80 that no after years can divide them.
Politicians and fnanciers object to these an
gels and their visits, as the companions of en-
thusiasts and soft headed urchins But if tn
product of intellect has avail, is is indebted t
spirit which has chained the man all its lif
through and continually, by its pleasant i'm
press, awakens new ideas and fill the cup G
the mind to the brm, and COMPEL it to over
flow. These angels are sweet visions, and W