The Constitutional. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1860-1861, 1860-08-04
Hill Forbid.

Il W. AbAhNi.'E ibbfh 'H' f''
Taylor, explains mystery If "the craft
which sadly puzzled us in our youthful
days What IT. meant We could not com
prchcn', and We imagn' that there are
thousands of the unintiatcd who know Just
~ little of liz meaning. but Mr.. Taylor
cxpiains it fully. And not only ST.; he
makcs il a text OH which he thus eloqucutly
eSpatinies:
Sometimes the reader Of newspapers viii
notice bringing up the rear Of nh advertise
| ment the lct.rs "tf" Probably they never
trouble him much; hc might have regarded
them M n sort Of cabalistc lirratur" p"cu-
lar 10 the press. and certainly not TIT
| theme for song or sermon.
However this may be-, that pair otlctters
has a significance beyond the range oftyPes,
and ON into the shadows, and out into the
sunshine of that mosaic work We call life.
To the untiated il is only ,,f;' to
the printers eye it expands into "'til forbid
reminder tat the advertisement it marks
is 70 be- continued from day to day, from
| week TO week. until ordered out by him
who furnished il 10 the paper for publication.
The story of how many springs that
have brought the blue bird and the violet,
has been told in that 1T" Wroughtin the
green tracery of leaves that rise and fall on
the bosom of the air, painted on clouds at
anchor in the summer scnS carved on the
thresholds of ever going floods, silvcrcd on
the moons medallion graved on the round
ruby of the morning sun, in the scroll Of
storm il If woven, on the breath Of sdDg II
il embroidered. and It'll tprbid"--is the
story Of the world.
IT f. il written alike on the drop Of
dcw-and on the great world that dances
in the breath and brightcns in the smile of
God
~ f. rounds the summer of Human hopes
il is delicatcly traced on hcauty's brow;
YOU will find il in the roses blushing bud;
son may see it in the shining star
Nature has no stcrcotypcs; all her nd
vcrtisemcnts are published with 81 f." md
the types TINT express lovclincss are silently
distributed" md the graves are filed with
the eloquence of yesterday.
And even there, cnanrlrd in the little
pillows of the turf that break up carth's
green sward, like sea, there is It'll forbid"
mud 80 the silent swell IF the sod subsiir-
where graves have been, and back 10 the
air, md up to the clouds. and away glad
ness goes TO the dust to be fashioned into
new expressions of truth and beauty.
~ f. is woven into the scarlet robe of
Wrong, md the purple robe of Power.
Congucsts glowing wheels nrc locked
with "t f." aud the wcaricst bonds that
ever bound humanity bear these letters
stamped on every link.
The young mother, bending with looks
Of love over the iairrot copy her eyes
have ever seen, forgcts that in that little
face, hid III the dimplc Ola cheek or shaded
by n trcss of golden hair, two words arr
traced in fc', blue autograph that, crcloug
obcycd, may leave her gazmgupto heaven.
and .ighing that some breath of air has
waited away for ever and ever the sweet
est copy in all the world
But the singer Of the little song that goes
into all the lpnds wherever II * spring,
reads no at f. upon its pinion. knows
| that il will carol on TO other times, and
win WELDON; that it will be- sung when
he is dead; that the olive leaf it bears
will never withcr; that by and by II win
dow will open in heaven, and hand viii
be- put forth, and singing still, that iunciul
bird of his will be- touched the ~ htc IA
dance" of immortal morning.
And the thinker who cntruSts his living
thought to time, hia thought instinct with
beauty, feels that not f. viii prove "thc
end Of all its mission; that lea, ing the red
threshold Of his hear, it begins nindcpcn-
dent being, and will stand sublimcly there,
in the broken colu'ns OF ihc proof of time.
This il not to die; this is the true trans
migration of soul; clinging to no frail ten
urc offill forbid" it, types shall never fall
to dust; nor a y liable of all tsuttcrancc be
lost.
There is n dignity in such work TO
bridge the narrow breadth of gravcs--to
keep repaired the crrmbling ashes Of time
This has no emblem in the drop Of rain
that builds the bow upon the cloud and
glitters down the chnngcful ray that gilds
a stormy world.
This il to fass like some armed warrior
unchullenged down the ages AZ they stand,
and hear his foot unialicring press the
threshold of tomorrow. pom it's gates
ION golden hinges turning no :'till forbid"
was ever traced; and to all truth and ear
nest thought, bright hands are bcckoning,
and the line moves on.
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