The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1866-08-17

reason Itself, kills the image of Cod rs it
were, in the oye. Many man lives a
burden to the earth but good book is
tho precious life-blood of master spirit,
embalmed and treasured up on purpose to
life beyond life"
See yonder venerable man, whose mas
sive brow and dark penetrating eye pro-
claim the man of genius-set apart by
nature as one of her oracles. Look at
CHOSE white locks thinly spread
Round the bald polish of that honored head"
Not handsome-not even fue-looking, in
the sense in which these words are NJ ostly
used but with a look "which drew atten-
titn still as night )" man once seen, never
to be forgotteD-this is the most eloquent
of living divnes, the Rev. DR.. Hawks, of
New York. Listen! He is making an
appeal for some orphan children. Why,
any one would have thought of saying
what he has said. Yes, but show me the
man who would have given to those
thoughts an expression SO majestic, be-
cause so simple; so pathetic, because SO
natural SO eloquent because he has spo-
ken from his heart; and Gas in water face
answereth to face, so the heart of man to
man."
1t was no 'new thing" the great preach
err had said, yet there was not one eye
near me not moist with feeling. And
there has never been great speaker but
has kept in the old, old way, and that way
is not appreciated by some simple folks.
They will listen to great grafton, and
wonder he is considered an orator, because
they have heard no "new thing" They
will declare, sometimes, it is all copied
and so it is, in sense they have not rea-
son enough to comprehend
Let no man think his personal expert
ence, even, "new thing" That sun
which looks down upon us, if it were ca
pable of giving us history of mans In
dividual career, would show us, that slime
and chance happeneth to all men," and
that what seems strange may be a com.
mon experieuce-that there is nothing
''eao in either our sensations or our lives.
Strange stories have in late years
been written, one would almost think
from their tenor, to bring again into
fashion belief in the transmigration of
souls. Men are made to believe in a past
existence-though 1 don't think four
footed one was meant Simply this, read
err; you have the soul of some man, whose
animal parts have been food for worms
1t was such pleasant theory, that when
first read one of these stories, had
what "Mrs. Gummidge" would have called
"the creepS )" a sensation of terror early
developed by ghost stories. But the
strangest part of it was, it was no neao
thing to me. had had glimpses of
similar past existence. Had | the
soul Of some heather, of some clown,
of some idiot or did Pythagoras
or Socrates take up their abode in
my feshly tenement? l had always
great taste for astronomy; maybe,
thought 1, Newton has deigned to occupy
me but surely he has lost, if he has still
the love, the knowledge of the celestial
bodies. In moments of heroic feeling
which are wont to visit me when no dan.
ger is near--I would feel that maybe Ma.
ria Theresa, or Charlotte Corday, or Ma.
RE Antoinette were favoring this planet
with communications, of which they
deigned to make me the medium. So,
puzzled did | grow more and more, by
my gltmpses Of past eristence-by my
transmiyroted soul, that neglected to see
the obvious solution of tho PHENOMENA
1t lay directly in my path; l had only to
apply Sir Isaac Newton's philosophic plan
Of discovery, aud behold !! all was plain.
But the apples fell to the ground for a
long time, before could conjecture why
they fell. At last mine eyes were open
ed, and the mists of the metaphysical
novelist rolled away. l had indeed seen
this stranger-heard these words before,
but it was in the land Of Nod I had
dreamed it all. Who shall dare say that
the mind, when it is freed by sleep from
its letters, may not sometimes catch
glimpses of what the future has in reserve
for US? "Coming events" I sincerely
believe, have sometimes been Swallowed
forth in dreams.
There is no new thing in love. Men
still think, even though they be "mowiug
apes" that they are "demi gods;" and,
let them be laughing stocks to the world,
yet 10 his fancys eye, each man is a gay
Lothario, Of whom the fairer sex are en-.
amored. Women still make men their
prey. They fatter man into an opinion
of his freedom from what he styles "wo-
mans traps" and then fall into the
meshes she has SO skilfully woven for
him. Man congratulates himself upon
his knowledge of woman's artifces-wo-
man boasts not, but she laughs in her
sleeve, at the shallowness OF man, in love.
No-there is no new thing in love.
But to drop all the views of this SUBJ
ject, aud to omit the numerous ones which
might be displayed, what brotherhood
of humanity does all this set forth and
teach ? Divided by race, by climate, by
religion, sub-divided by neighborhood and
family feuds, sundered by fortune and by
talents, yet humanity is found to have
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