Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-05-06

Lucrer, In the mytnlcat Btoryi iel pys MS
pride. Ia ara .lss r,a,g
Ifhe did so, his Pride wss his punishment.
Ifhe lost Heaven for It, through It he gained
Hell as do all who make sheir cynosure
the determined purpose Of an nnbending
soul.
Pride, like War, is glorious but deyastat-
ing; dazzling but painful; beautiful TO the
eye, but terrible 10 the spirit.
The fable Of Lucifer is the true history Of
every proud nature. His sufFerings are
those Of every heart that seeks freedom in
mental despair.
The highest angel Of the host, there was
yet being above him, and he challenged
Fortune TO perform its best, or Fate to do
its wsrst.
He set all upon cast, and he lost; lost
with a magnificent fury and the consolation
of despair.
Luciter, type of all spirits struggling to
be strong, yet destined to be weak, our
bosom bleeds for thee; since beneath thy
pallid gaze and thy show of earnest viii,
we see the good, the love, the tenderness
that might have made thee beautiful to a
universe of spheres. ..
Pride, how little understood Pride, how
full Of apparent contradictions
Pride, how like the dragon in the Arabian
tale, that destroyed its enemies only to de-
stToy itself
The curse of contentment is Pride, and the
shadow, though invisible, that walks ever
by the side of Hope.
The proud man must be martyr, and
ever TO himself He moves on lofty plains,
but he always treads upon his own and ach-
ing heart.
Pride with its constant suffering assumes
an incapacity to suffer; and while the adder
stiDgs and the steel wounds, the face is
moveless as sculptured marble.
In the eye alone the practical gaze can de-
tect the agony that does not speak, and will
not complain. Through that mysterious
portal Of the soul the secrets of Nature
will pass, and the sentinel of sympathy OBJ
serves them as they go.
Pride is the greatest part of Philosophy,
and he who has it undertakes to do more
tuhu uOIIdutJ can udSter.
"Would were like him." says the undis-
ciplined creature, of Tarquin. "How bravely
he bears lifel No sorrow reaches; no adver-
sity changes; no calamity moves him from
his great indifference
Like him, indeed Thou seest not his in
ner being, his desolated spirit, his tortured
soul. His private hours, when no eye looks
and no voice speaks, are terrible contradic-
tions of his seeming.
A child would pity Tarquin then, and yet
to name pity to his ear would shock him as
electric fire.
"Pity," exclaims Pride, anything but
that; and yet Pity is the sole feeling Pride
would evoke"
What splendid egotism, what colossal sell
fshness, what mighty individuality, tenn
pered with humanity, charity and affection,
does true Pride include.
The marvel is no nature, but proud one
sees Pride; as none but the wretched know
the wretched.
The proud man usually appears most free
frome Pride, and he rarely confesses the
bane and blessing of his life.
Pride should never be confounded with
vulgar vanity, the antipodes of Pride, a
heroic quality, from which no one suffers as
he who cherishes it as his souls dearest soul.
Pride is all external it is Alcides to the
sense, but poor weakling to the bearer. 1t
suffers as Prometheus did, and is the unseen
vulture that holds forever its horrid feast.
Pride is ever victorious, but its victories
are worse than defeats though no one be-
holds the ruin it has wrought.
No tear, no groan, no crimson drop reveals
the secret, fox they are all within.
| Unfortunate is Pride, for no sympathy
reaches, no love can conjure it. 1t ever
asserts ITSELF and dies at last in an effort to
be superhumanly strong.
Woe to the proud mani His way is over
plowshares heated to whiteness the world
can not see. JUNlUS.