Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-11-05

The ancients made no law for paFricide, in
that they deemed it all impossible.
Philosophers have formed no theories for
dread Misautosy, because perchance, they
held no faith in its normality.
Msautosy is self opposed to self; the mind
at war with organism; the heart armed
affainst reason; the sense struggling with
spirit; reflection battling with action; the
soul of discord in a form of harmonious
seeming. ,-sr-' .-'a. -a
Wretched indeed the nature, dark the fu-
ture, hopeless the cause of him on whom
Misautosy, as heavy curse, has fallen
Fated is he for time and for eternity
No force can drive, no power can snatch
him from himself-his first and final, fixed
and foremost foe.
Most ills, it may be- of body and of mind,
some subtle drug or subtler sympathy may
reach, and in due season, cure.
Misautosy alone is irremediable; for the
disease, if such it be, results from some un-
natural nature, from violated law, whose
very entity depends on its infraction.
Pitable as Tantalus, yet proud as Prone
theus and scorning sympathy, the Misauto-
sist-the self-hater-stands with the deep
shadow on his spirit that falls from the set
ting of the final hope.
Unchangeable is he as the giant on whom
the mountains restedl
He can not lift himself from his slough of
dependency, nor breathe another atmo-
sphere than that which poisons him, if his
salvation hung upon the issue. q
Misfortunes mostly are from without; ca
lamities from circumstance; but the heav-'
lest and severest is of inward origiu-the
burning peak and boiling lava falling,
within through selfcreated fires, to burn and
boil anew, and blaze through ages unsylla-
bled in time.
Misautosy- is thus: the Misautosist doth
hate himself for love Of hating what he hates
4 TO love.
He is the Timon warning with Timon; the
sybarite of selfinhicted pain; the grim in
| quisitor that turns the wheel on which his
| limbs are broken. -.-..,..s-
And, is this nature?-is this creature mani
| Not nature, but destiny; not man, but be-
| ing-made, not of his will, but OF a Will he
comprehends not, though he hates.
Does not the self-hater, the self-torturer,
seek to rend the shackles that bind him to
his own malevolence2
Ay does he, as mighty Milo strove; but
The net of the Parce can not be broken,
though it seems to yield to his every mo
| ton.
The fated labors, struggles, suffers: tears,
groans and wounds mark out his course il
is circle. He ends where he begins.
The unbending sisters have decreed it, the
fatal distaff will not fall the shears still
cleaning will not close upon the sable
thread.
All hope is past. He sees the fruitlessness
of struggle, and beholds for the earliest time
the glow of Saturn above his aching head.
The waves of agony sweep across hl'
spirit until it sinks exhausted in the depths
: of the shoreless sea.
/ Alas, the spirit does not perish. The yoic'
of the Demon calls it back. The fury OF TN
pillows lulls-it is destiny still to live.
The future grows clear through the dark
ness. There is light in the night OF Mem
phis.
The pitchy blackness is skirted by a phos
phorescent cleaning which reveals that all
lost but the power to suffer, and worse, IN
incapacity to enjoy.
Woo him not, the Misautosist with music
invite him not with winel
, He seeks nothing, has nothing but th
/ ideal, which, as he may not reach, become
to him Despair.
i Tempt him not with beauty
: He sees the skeleton through It's loVel
ness
|; Clasp not his neck with arms of lily sof
) ness. Press not his pallid lip with rose-le
5 mouth of beauty.
a Useless all, and torture unto himl Throue
the kisses and the embrace he sees the deat
s worms crawling; feels the cold shroud ey'
= above the momentary Paradise OF the sWe
y 6pS eiit with the eqrse'wSs his Ahoth
" curse it proves-to see the future IN
d present-the form of time extendeo-in !
a. light of to-day, the shadow OF the MORO
d iLetlhlm linger; let him saiier-the Wol
n and happiness are not for hint 5 81. =.