The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-10-14
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leavss.
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Ash~aff the vnrsed landseape clrullne Eas,
wAh zurxuSusnsss, whAl biazoaFy, what posar
Of ooaoss. burt apsa tbs ravishsd slghs."
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The sad leaves are nOw falling,
scrc and wiihered. from The branches
which 20 recently they adorned the
waiIing wind sighs through the forest,
and speaks with more than Ciceronean
or Demosthencan eloqncnce, Of decay
and death. But nothing Is lost 10
human happiness or The advancement
Of society, BY this change from activ-
iiy to torpor. Natue suffers no dim
mutton Of her powers--no declension
Of her glorious prerogatives, by hy-
bernaiing. In the beautiful economy
Of nature there are no harsh antago-
nisms, for in every department every
develoument tends 10 q common end.
Net so in The human mind and char.
acier. The alchymy Of vice not only
transforms,--it destroys.
We have read somewhere Of an
artist, who, meeting with child Of
cxquisite loyeliness, dcsired TO pre-.
serve its features for fear he should
never meet such loyelincss again. He
painted the face upon canvas and sus-
pended the picture upon the wall Of
his studio. To him, in his sombre
hours, that sweet, gentle face was like
an angel OF light, filling his soul with
the purest aspirations. If ever |
find, said he to himself, a perfect con-
trast 10 this lovely countenance, !
will paint that also, and suspend the
two, side by side, as an ideal of heay-
en- and hell.
AT length it CHANGED that, in dis
tant land, he beheld in prison the
most hidcous and revolving object he
had ever meta fierce, llaggard fiend,
with glaring eyes, and forehead fur
rowed with the lines Of lust and
crime. The artist remembered his
vow, and painted picture Of the
loathsofno form 10 hang beside the
lovely portrait that already adorned
his studio walls-the picture Of the
lovely boy. The. contrast was per-
feet, but most revolving; his dream
was realized-the antipodes--the two
extremes of human character, were
viyidly before him. But what was
the surprise Of tho painter when he
ascertained the histery Of this dis
gusting abortion, to find that it was
the lovely boy whom he had painted +!
These pictures-the Angel and the
Demon--now hang side by side in a
Tuscan gallery. Let us look at the
effects Of vice upon men, and on So
ciety, and we shall see changes equal
ly as marked and mournfnl as that
which realized the idea of the pain
ter's dream. We need not travel to
foreign gallery TO see illustrated the
Transforming power of vice upon our
physical and moral nature.
----aof the soul, the body form doth take,
For soul Ia form, and doth the body make"
"That brazen.faccd, wanton-look-
ing wreck of womanhood, was once
sweet, modest little girl, that blushed
at the slightest indicate allusion.
The obese, bloated, brandy-burnt vis-
age, was once a joyous, light-hearted
boy. What strange alchymy has
brought this bestial transformation ?
They have been in the hard battles Of
appetite, and bear the scars of many
campaigns When the dark clouds
Of winter have passed, the energies Of
nature, unlike those of the human
soul impaired and prostrated by the
palsying touch Of vice, win revive
like the energies Of a healthy person
strengthened and refreshed by sleep.
Has Il ever occurred TO our female
readers, how important are the du-
lie imposed upon them by their do
mostie and social relationships How
momcntous are the consequences that
may ensue to the young Of their house
hold from even partial neglect to
satisfy those obligations which they
should habitually recognize in prac-
tee, and The performance of which
ought to constitute the first and sweet
est pleasure Of their lives. A late
writer has observed that, "In the base
ment cells Of incbriety, many youthful
forms are sitting for their portraits.
The demon artist Cf lust and intemp-
eranoa, Is gradually moulding them
..to Aan3s The voung NAV steal