Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1860-03-08

Mills! ] Wbht want 10 10 De let alone by
all flesh. But how dare she speak 10 pres
ence Of the company herel and talk of mt
sic, too, SO near my orchestra! within hear
ing and touch of the melodious agonies Of
Byron, and Milton's Gregorian chant; where
Lopgfellow's songs only want a touch to
set the m ringing, and BhVwnings stand ready
to cast thsir nude clarion thoughts into your
startled soul! You and Mr. Lynde may sing
your songs; but for me, ..-rs
"l pant for the music which is divine, r
My heart in its thirst is dying flower;
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine! "a
Loosen the notes in golden shower!"
Nay, not Dante! can't have the trouble
to bow myself before him now. Tennyson,
lull me into E,ysium with your lotos song!
Lying upon the veranda that night with my
eyes blind TO all the earth, aud conscious
only of the skies whose purple distance
sucked my soul away into 1t presently;'
searching that vast river whose vastness is
only rendered greater by the golden sands
over which il rolls; lying thuu, awed, OPP
pressed, lost, was conscious how dear the
earth is, and could feel the throb Of Colum-
bus's heart when he fell upon his face and
kissed the tender, upholding, home-Iike
earth that dawned upon his strained eyes
after the ocean and sky eternity were past.
A little child was with me, such child as
I can love--not one Of your selfish, nest.
ling, kissing things, but shy little one
whose eyes are not mirrors but inhabited
worlds, and whose soul is astir. be fore its
time ,troublin her with mysterious thoughts
and fances in, the early twilight. took
er'small face between my hands and turned
it upward aa 4 .r,aiIf. ..V VeI.s.7 ....
'Wbat ia il, Pansiep .. ..ir...... ....
is God thsre! she asked. -r.-..... 81.
Yes uf l......u. ........-s ... ...
'Wherep 4f.rs ,Eft. ...t...-u
.Oh, every where. What We see isn't
the whole Of God, but only a sweep OF his
garments. Perhaps the Milky Way there
across might be glidIe, the solar system
jeweled breast.plate, or only a rose upon
His BOSOM ay' is...uaHf ..4-. "a ..t,t
Are we on Gods bosom, Maran!' .t,
Yea, dear, OF. in it. 1t throbs and sends
the worlds spinning through his veins. Do
you suppose any little speck or globule Of
blood in this wee hand OF yours knows or
can understand your o.. , .....,, i., ........
, Are we in Gods veins, Marian!' .,.
Yes, little one; in an artery, | think
Dou't you feel the throb! dou't you feel
near the hearth .rt... .-l,,. ,.s ,....
lis that what shakes me SO sometimesr
asked the child in o whisper. g M. .....,.
adtYes, love; don't fear, it's1 Gods heart
beatiBg.' nsl,f - :s,i.i bns .t,,s.-, ... ....
-.al .wuntsio go To sleep p, Marian; don't ypur
Yes, Pansie, ] want,to go to sleep s
But there was no sleep for US, but c,lIers;
so the bell said, whose imperious ring be.
trayed my Uncle Thoma,'s hand. which
presently cla,ped mine. And there were
Aunt Anne, and Bertha, and stranger be-
hind. .,.- .. .......is. ......
'Mr. Lynje, Marian.' .........
Looking up in the dim light of the hall,
saw a dark face with clear eyes, and mas
Ses of care less black hair thrown back from
wide, strong iurehead which had not prey
ed upon u puny frame, but was royalty up
borne. He greeted INT with grave kindness
and when we Eerei under the chandelier
gave me look that made me feel as though
my soul were in a glass case of uncommon
clearness, but became comm ,n-place, and
proper, and pplite Immediately, reassuriug
me of opacity by his questions, and greatly
deligbliag my Uncle Thomas, whose delight
is in lions aad whose lions often turn out
to be only Saug he joiner. .t .....
If, us philosophers say, all bodies attract
in proportion to their quantity of matter,
then were my Uncle Thomas Mills, a very
attractive person; as it is, my body and soul
recoil from him, though dare say he is a
very good sort OF man.. He considers him.
self philosopher indedd, not one of your
gassy Platonsts, but genuine Baconian;
to the truth of which estimate the dinner
table gives ample testimony, positively, and
his own person Punningly. As to my Aunt
Anne, any oneawilh eyes could read. her at
glance sitting there in an economical
gray dress, with a. procession of daisies
marching precisely through the middle OF
her white cap.rihbOn.. suggestive of Sunday
school pcnics, an1lher features arranged in
proper order for the evening" from which
order not an earthquake could move them.
4 She is good woman by the yard stick,
4 geometricslly holy, as conscientious as a
rectang d-triang leIand as three-corneted
too. Il don't believe she ever did a wicked
thing in all her life, and don't doubt that
-whepI run sgaiust her opinions in any way,
aud comm, something that is an enormity
on her retina, she forgives me, as the Bibe
tells her 10 do and prays for my conversion.
Neverthc less my Aunt Anne Goes, not OF.
tract me to religion eula % ao.,as,as- '
otSeeing no light here. we thought you
might have gone to bed said my uncle; bul
| was determined to rout you out ay
Marian was star.gazing, were you not
dearl' asked Bertha, sweetly sitting down
upon .abouret beside me, with her arm
across my lap, making very pretty ta5lear
for Mr. Lynde oppo'i,e. I.slh f'mafa p.
/, in'Star-gazing!' repeated my uncle. con
tembtuously. on ~ iYamo1 sui s8rIq q
the sky is unusually fine e,o-ni2ht,'inter
, posed Mr.. Ly nde. l'You we're gazing, Miss
q Marian, and dreaming, operhap psi and hi
eyes smiled rather thal his lips.r ..irni ed
| II was wnn,srinU. Sir if God diln't stil