Middletown transcript., 1869-10-09
Our Olio,
SUNSET.

One Of the grandest and most artistic of
the varied and multitudinous scenes pain
ted by Nature, is that of a glorious sun
set
Have you not often stood and watched
the feeey clouds, bathed in golden glory,
surrounding the fiery orb of light, as he
slowly sinks to his resting place? And
the royal purple, the gorgeous gold, the
magnificent scarlet, and the emerald green
have mingled together in such harmony,
and blended their soft mellow tints in such
exquisite contrast, without one single shad-
ow to mar the beauty of the resplendent
spectacle; could you possibly gaze upon
the scene without having your thoughts
revert to the master-hand of the great
Creator of the universe, "who painteth
the clouds and calleth the stars by name?"
should imagine that the whole soul of
an artist would be thrown into his work
when such picture as this was his con-
templated study and that his feelings and
conceptions would be so intensified by the
scene that his work could not possibly
prove failure.
Of course we are we'll aware that no
earthly painter, were he ever so far famed,
could equal the stupendous work of the
Creators omnipotent hand and only in the
faintest degree possible, depict upon the
canvas before him, ''what nothing less
than angel could describe" 1t is very plea
SAINT to watch those bright evanescent
clouds, continually altering form and as
suming new shapes.
We might suppose that Nature had lent
each and every one of her own sublime
hues to add enchantment to the picturesque
view, and each exquisite tint had perform
ed its own particular part, for which it,
and it alone, was SO singularly we'll adapt
ed by uniting with the others and compos-
ing glittering halo of light and glory, to
encircle and crown the Incompatible splen-
dor of the declining day, as though she
had lavished every art peculiar to herself,
and every charm pertaining thereto, to
prove grand and glorious sunset the
brightest vision on earth below.
Does it not seem as though the western
sky at sunset was but an immense mirror,
rejecting back to mortal eyes the beauti-
full color of every object painted by our
Creator, only their charms are hei ightened
and made more lovely by being SO much
nearer the Golden City, the abode of their
great Designer. We have the emerald
green of the luxuriant foliage the sump.
tuous purple, the delicate azure tints, and
roseate hues of soft velvet flowers; and the
transparent amber of the purling brook
all caught up, as it were from the lowly
recesses of earth to the highest pinnacle O
the high Heaven, and there allowed tt
burst upon us in the radiant effulgence o
their celestial glory, thousand time,
more brilliant than when in their origina
state.
But a sunset at the seaside battles Ian
guage. Unless you have seen it for your
self. tongue and pen are alike inadequate t,
expatiate upon its magnifcence and gran
deur. A sunset in any other locality i
not to be compared with it. When tn
shadows of the sun, clothed in the garb o
rainbow, slowly descend from the white
capped cerulean clouds, until they fnall
bathe in the liquid waters and permi
their gorgeous tints to scatter their radi
ance over the wide expanse of ocean, send
eng forth reflection that would remind on
of the kiss of pearly dew drop upon tn
soft leaf of the rose or lily, is it not en-
ough to steep the senses in oblivion, an
entirely forgetting all present surround
ings, imagine ones self fairly within tn
realms of fairy land, or in close proximit
to the lovely bowers of the graceful Sc
nymphs?
May we not think as we look at the sun
set that perhaps it is but feint reAectio
of the ''rainbow round the throne, like Ut
to an emerald ?'
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