Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1863-08-28
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"ouiu Do 10 clear o0tnedfal Tor the danciDg
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il Is putting ON organ to mcckery TO lend Il .
and down IN frivolous rope-dancing and ID usics
legeTdemain. Whatis more absurd than her
OF elephsnts dancing a miput.7 What woul
Ds thought OF a senate Of venerable men VII
should down on their knees and play at children
games, Leaf -hog, humble the peg, aud such lik
spOrtt2 80 c 3.
Tbs bes: thing to be said of the ponderou
leVity ircuded 10 10 nights exhibitions Is, ha
II was less bar than usual on such occasions.
The famos Voc Humane stop disappointed
me-. Al oush very skillfully managed, as 1
needs " be, and in some few notes closely re
serbling the human voice, Oh the whole it va
not close enough to safety, scarcely 10 please
IL WAS always used after dark and tsmpestuoui
passage. 1t sounded as II one we're riding rast
church In storm aud heard rather nasal voice,
chanting therein. Once or twice it was brought
out with an illusory sweetness.
Handel's Hsllelujah Chorus satisfied me |,
Was msgaifcently rendered. The whole powe,
Of the instrument was developed. As the sub.
lime conception was evolved, lost all thought
ol time sud place. The solid root passed a vay.
The organ itself was for moment forgotten. -
The wD0le air was filed with gIorying apeels.
Ihey cried to each other with eostatc joy, and
answered back as joyiully. New bands broke
In. Sweeping upward as Into thicker hosts, and
carrying the fiery contagion of rapture, the
wnole universe seemed Ia motion OF boundle,s
JOY Then thoa, too, o my soul! didst join
the celestial host! Not with sound or ar leu
iation, but with worshipful thoughts and sacred
Joys unspeakable and full of glory! Then
thefe was lifted up before my inward sight o
majesty OF love, as far surpsssing men and an
gels, as yesterday the snoW-mountains, ln ra.
olant sunlight, had seemed more grand and
glorious than the daises aud harebells th at grew
at their feet! I am sure that music Ia he kew
that opens heaven. Not Peter, but Handel to-
night, The surging sounds died away, and si-
lenee itself seemed melodous for d while.
But now another passage was to be thrdded
on now ainerent, yet equally wonderful! II
might be called the eoul's strife with Its pas
slons and temptations. IL opened with Just
enough Of the air of "Home, Sweet Home" TO
NIL you with the exleotation Of more yet 1t
was never fully developed. IL seemed like
singing iu the distance which the wind inter.
rupts, bringing nov full strain, and then put.
mug it all away. ! took this to have been the
musical imsging of home and childhood. The
soul begins iss career in j0yfulness, and amidst
scenes OF love. But soon the solemn sounds
began to jar with discoris. Little by little con.
ficts swept In upon tie melodious flow. Now,
evidently, had begun fearful temptations; now
there was sin, and remorse, and shame, and
wailiDg, and prayer This was pictured 60 us
by storm that had begun in distant sounds,
but rolled nearer, with loud winds, till the guets
Whirled nearer and swept by so evidently that
l almost looked to see the church rock. Sharp
and high notes dashed In the effect of lgiht-
ming. The whole building Jared sith thunder.
Hall dashed ardbly down with rushing, cut.
ting sound. This came and went with many
evoIutions and varistions--a moments victory
and song, the shutting again Of tie temptation
darkness. The wild struggle, the momen,s
rest, when holy thoughts lift the soul above all
lis troubles, and make holiness seem ineffably
precious; the return of passions, the despair
and Wailing; and 30 through the sorro Wful
stages OF the souls conflict, until OF length when
Its victory came, its strength had departed, and
with low and tender voices Of angels about il,
IL seemed rising and waiting il away to thai
land where the wicked cease from troubling
and The weary are at rest" IcouId not restraiS
my tears, There rose upon my mind such
sense OF human life, lie mourniulness, its suf.
feripg, its need of the Divine Spirit, that
could but pray aud sob, "Slye, Lord, or we
perish" And | heard that voice TO the soul.
saying, Come unto me all ye that labor and are
heavily laden, and will give you rest!'
The little bell tinkled again. The service
Nas over. We moved out OF the datkness ipt to
q pure and moonlit air, and walked to our rooms.
full ssd, glad, fearful.