Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-05-22

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countless unknown causes, each With It's
weight its bearing, isspoWer. ID.
As chemical preparations are often marred
by too much acid or alkali, becoming an ir-
regular mixture, fitted for no purpose in art
or science, so human natures are ruined by
disproportioned combination Of mental and
moral Ingredients. r1i H
This ~tbeoIy-and it is truth-explnins
many psychAl phenomena that were other
wise eternal enigmhs and proves that Ma
tur0 blunders fearfully at times in perform.
ing her highest work. g.lN
From these d~isproportioned combinations
arise the peculiar minds, the strange beings,
the mysterious spirits that no one fully I'M
derstands, and no previous knowledge can
explain. ti o'
One side Of such natures is ever toward
the light but the other is in the shadow W,
which no ray of perception illumines. l,I
Life is Sphynx-like to them they seem
to have unravsled it; but there is always an
impenetrable mystery behind.
A mistake appears to have been made in
their creation. rU f0
They nave fine qualities, beautiful traits,
glorious gifts, it may be; but they lack com
pleteness, harmony, and the serpent of sor-
row is ever coiled about their heart.
There is no unity in them. They are dual
10 dissimilarity.
The wrong body seems to invest the soul,
or the wrong soul to animate the body.
One is at variance with the other, and
hence a constant internal struggle that wears
and wounds until existence ends.
No rest for them, no peace, no resigna-
toni
The inward is armed against the outward;
the mind against the soul; sense against
sentiments the affections against the judg-
ment. E
9 Ceaselessly the war goes on-bitter and
devastating self opposed to self; a subtle
Nemesis pursuing every aspiration and ex-
pectation, and destroying them in their
fullest bloom.
Few detect the endless battle.
The surface is so smooth, no one suspects
the rushing current below.
How often placidity conceals the tendency
to despair, as snow covers the mountain
where hidden fires rage
Judge not by surfaces, If We would be
wise. 49,
Life is a masque.
Humanity laughs that it may not curse,
and affects indifference when the dearest
dream of the soul is fading fast and forever.
Self discipline, severe and long, has en-
abled the discordant creature to appear as a
wave of harmony: as if no circumstance
had strength to break the course of its grace
ful fluctuations.
Content should be born of such possess
sions, and would, did not one negative the
other; did not each with its cup of pleasure
bring two draughts of pain.
. The law of Nature is violated in the unfor-
tunate mortal.
By some inexplicable agency, opposing
elements have been coDjoined, or the ingre-
dients of the composition are too fine and
fiery for endurable coexistenee.
Separate, the elements are beautiful, and
numerous enough to form a dozen creatures
of far loftier mold than tread the ordinary
round Of this dull planet.
But it is fitness, not ~ineness, that makes
! the desired whole, and iDfinitessimal defects
cause ages of misery.
The drop too much of acid alters the entire
hue of the liquid the over grain of salt rem
ders the wished for combination impossible.
This mistake of Natures chemistry is daily
| seen, but recognized most rarely. 1t is the
key to the unbalanced and woe worn mind,
-'ttoO curiously wrought,
That preys upon itself and is destroyed by thought
Hence, great desire and small perform
snce; large hope and little energy l~oftiness
of purpose, with poverty of execution long
ing for love, with the incapacity to feel it;
alteration of beauty and no realization of the
gift; high aspiration and meager deed
poetic prediction and poverty of circum-
stance; royal mind and the sordid form ;
passion for gloryand contempt of possession
heroic spirit and weakness of the flesh de-
termination to be true and faulty of will
mightiness of thought and feesleness OF
hand.
Out of these incongruities:,what chaos and
misery are born, none, save the translator
of souls can imagine.
Poets-eVer greater than philosophers
have beheld these sad disharmonies and from
them have woven the creations DER which
the world of s~ensibility hangs in tender
sorrow. r. ~.
Brave, good and true, Nature wronged
them at their birth, and their inner life, how.
ever beautiful it may seem, is a ceaselesG
failure to the possessor.
Do what they may; self, opinion outruns
performance, and the Ideal rebukes the emp.
tiness of effort.
Nothing encourages; nothing consoles
nothing satisfies. GAIL vain" declares the
retreating angel, the ambitious hand would
grasp. crack not thy brain with thought
waste not thy form with labor"
III am above thee as the stars are, and nc
more than their cold glimmer will be thine
Learn wisdom, presGmptuous mortal
thou seekest Tempe in Tophet-Aiden in
Arabias waste p BIB
What Fortune gave thee thou despisest
and in thy madness thou would'st entwine
thy fingers in Berenice's celestial hair"
"Ths proud blood of Clymene's SON is in
thy veins and for thy lineage andh ii offense
his punishment be thine.n
Birth is the first and only misfortune ia
all; bat to the Human Enigmss, it lisa cease,
less calamity-a daily death.
Better for them had they still rested IN.
conscious in the rocks, the forests and the
wales of the Universe, and no voice of Des.
tiny called them into being. - fJSot
They are tortured by q Past they can but
dimly remember, and haunted by a Future
they can not foresee.1 EIGEEWu3
Constantly increasing in knowledge, they
rrnR more Knefnl with their wisdom. and