Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1861-08-17
wfndfalls OF Thought.
NATURE is GODS ILLUMINATED MIssAL.

love to sit on the ancient rocks, watch
ing the ea.weed sway with the swayiug
tide, and listening to the boom of the
great, rhite-capped waves, as they throb +;
OF cleaning pearls that sprinkle me, like
an oft-'epsated baptism from the fingers
Of Him who holdetk the sea in the hollow
of His Had!
The hearts of some people are nestled
so far within, that neither heat, nor cold,
nor rain, nor snow can trouble them !;
while their ianate warmth permeates all
the foldngs of their natures, and sets
their faces flow with cheerfulness With
such tie holiday season seems mover
ended ;hnd the time of fastings and pray
er givesway to feasting and praise.
l hae frequently seen men and women
Of superior culture and extraordinary in
tellecs eclipsed in conversation by one
whoe talk was made up of delightful
nothugs strung on the merest rareling 0 f
a Mosst!
Whm man is dead, he is no longer
ours y jeer at, or condemn. His soul is
Gods; his poor, frail body handful of
dust ilths great palm of Death. I.
Thee are some persons to whom it is
useiesfto protfer con ISOLATION. Nothing
that vi can say seems applicable to their
case d sufficient for their troubles. Tho
balm-trops we shower on their spirits they
will snake of, as birds scatter the rain
from their wings.
know man so penurious and fault.
finding, that l believe the horror of being
taken in " in more than one sense) will
be hlsgreatest concern on his death bed.
If we're obliged to bury him, l should
do 1t with the expectation that he would
rise in the midst of the performance, to
haggle about the funeral expenses.
-Ts<'aT7s- tna years Dut rersha5Ie
leaves, blown, one by one, from the ever.
opening rose of Time, by the same Breath
that first created them
Tho theoretical Christian is like clock
fully .ound up, but with motionless hands
and unswung pendulum who would say
to the Lord at his coming You see |
am not run down, as some of my brethren
are ! But whom the quick ear of Prince
of Darkness might never hear ticking
Chilahood's dreams are like white clouds
that float through summer sky. Bathed
IN the glory of Heaven they drift away,
leaving no trace of sadness behind.
We pity the beggar with his hunger.
stricken face and tattered robes, and do
not refuse him when he asks an alms. So
Goa compassionates him whose ignorance
and blindness have made him spiritual
pauper and with beneGcence, of which
mans noblest charity is but the faintest
reflection, He giveth literally to every one
tEat asketh.
We condemn the miser who denies him
self proper food and clothing while he
holds .he key to a casket of boarded gold
So Gb1tondemns the man who suffers
his soul to 60 unclothed and unfsd when
he possesses the Holy Word which is, in
deed, the key to all spiritual treasures.
Could souls be made visible, and bodies
invisible, many now deemed prosperous
and worthy would change places with
those whom we regard as miserable and
unfortunate. Think of one whom we are
wosf 10 zee in "goodly apparel" being
pointed at, and followed by the cry,
There goes a soul out at the elbo,cs i"
In childhood, we chase butterflies in
youth, fancies as gay and as ephemeral; in
manhood, golden schemes that tarnish
when obtained; and in age, phantoms
that ever lure US on and ever elude us, too.
Happy who so learneth here from the
nothingness of this life, and looketh
tbloapi ieo w ehO AooiltlCo
of the life which is to come!
l have heard persons of weak judg-
ment. condemn fairy tales as " fresh, un-
fit for children" No properly balanced
mind can subsist on bare facts they must
be varied by fancies as the landscape by
lights and shades. The rainbow span
ming cloud or cataract is not tangible !;
the frost pictures on The pane are unreal
aud evanescent; the world that trembles
in the dew drop does not erist therein !;
the hues Of the flowers, even-what are
they but the fantasies Of light2 These
are natures fairy tales /; yet in all her fic.
tiona she hides realities and from the
creations Of the Imagination truth $ exhale,
as perfumes from the lily and the rose