Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1861-04-09

BY HARRY GRAY.

BY HARRY GRAY.
turn my gaze once more unto the
ceiling. The rosy light still exists; but
here is a difference in its appearance. 1t
does not beam so steadily as before, but
seems to waver, as if uncertain whether to
remain or disappear-one moment it is
brighter than ever, and the next it fades
almost to shadow. The perfume of the
HOVER, though, has increased, for the flow
ering Jessamine is pouring forth its sweet
est odor. The night is very still, and the
stars look colby down from the clear
heavens. Beyond the eastern hills the
moon is slowly rising, and already in the
Instant mountains in the west are Sleeping
IN Its rays. Far off ON the ice bound river,
dimly see horses with sleighs. and swift
skaters gliding to and fro, but have no
desire to leave my quiet retreat, nor my
pleasant musings so, casting new cup
ply Of Goals upon the fire, nestle within
The wide arms Of my easy chair, and let
my revery 60 ons
FIRST LOVE.
Love, l say. like FIRE, unless replenish
ed with fresh fuel, will burn itself out. A
look from those we love. or line when
absent-little attentions to one another's
wishes, shown in some trifing act of kind
ness-are all needful to keep the fire of
love in life. Without tbem-small things
however they may be-love could not
exist; and here for time grow phi,oso-
phical, and while the fresh spread Goals
are igniting--fOr there's no bright light
upon the wall now, only faint and trem-
bling memory of what has been watched
soberly, through the isinglass door, the
blue blaze making its silent way, and my
thoughts grow grave and in keeping with
it.
Every soul, / say to myself may find
heaven i'll some other soul. In each one is
implanted feeling known as true love-
God is love. Nature gave to us love as a
fulflment of all our wants. Love is never
dormant; it always lives So long as the
heart beats, love exists in one form or an
other. When no love remains, the heart
perishes. A heart utterly without love is
an anomaly. At certain periods of our
lives, the love within our breasts concen.
trates itself upon some one person, who,
from that moment, becomes q being isola
ted far above all others; from that moment
we are worshiping an ideal, fictitious
being-a something which is moi, yet which
we believe to be reality-a spirit only of
our brain. In our eyes she is beautiful,
though others say she is plain they find
in her a resemblance to her kin, 4; but we
see only likeness to the beautiful things
around us-to the rainbows of heaven, the
clouds at sunset, the flowers of the garden,
or the tinted shells upon the sea-shoIe.-
She is a living melody. an angels wbis
per, a saints prayer. Whoever or what
ever is sanctitied by her presence becomes
dear to US. The mother who bore her.
the father who smiles upon her, the broth-
ers who seek advice of her, the sisters who
confide in her, even the old black nurse
who rocked her cradle, and the dog that
follows alter her-have all place in our
hearts. She has become to US something
holy, whom we worship, yet know Eot why.
We cannot approach her without. feeling
that swift stream separates us, which in
vain we essay to cross. There is an i'm
mense distance between us. We are
dumb, perhaps deaf, when she is by, but
never blind. When she looks upon us we
blush, when she takes our hands we trem-
BILE. The fall of her foot makes our hearts
beat, and the zones of her voice ring like
| music in our ears. We cannot pass a day
without seeing her; yet word, a smile, a
glance from her, so fill us with happiness
that it sufices until the sun next rises
We see beauty where we never saw il
before, and become half PAINTERS, hall
poets, and all lovers. We grow chi!dlike
and trustfuI, and become better and strong,
err in the right, before the light of her
superior simplicity and goodness.
This is the first love of the young heart
When the food has passed, we love more
nationally, though still an ideal. After
marriage, the soul, craving greater happi-
ness, detects incongruities and defects il
the other not perceived before This eau
ses astonishmeEt, unpleasant thoughts and
words follow, pain ensues. The husband
finds that his ideal has fled. Here b,
waivers his regard little by little quits tn,
shadow, and finally fixes itself upon th,
substance. His love has chaused-ha
become more subdued and quiet in it.
expression, and better fits him to encounte
the rude world without, and enjoy his owl
home within. As life gides en-, eacl
learns to know the others strength ant
weakness better, and yielding, both, some
what, they grow to be one mind,