Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1871-08-12
BeANtifnl EXirnCi,

The fOllc wing beautiful extractupon
the Importance of Music as a part OF q
young ladies accomplishments, is
taken from a recent address before the
COLUMBIA FEMALE INsTrTuTE, deliv:
cred by that eloquent divine, Rev,
JOS. d. Cross, D. D. ~
cart" says Bettini, ''is the body OF
music, which is the soul Of every art. "
Music is not poetry; but it is sthespirit
which inspires the poet. Music isnOt
eloquence; but 1t Is the melody which
prevades all persuasive utterance.--
Music is not painting; but It is the
light which shines through the colOts
Of Raphael, Titan, and TintOretto.
Music lis not sculpture; bat it is the
modest beauty that clothes the Venus
del Medici, and the majesty that
stands confessed In the Apollo Belve-
dere. Music Is not architecture /; yet
without some Orpheus, no Moles Ha-
driani,g nor BasAica VaticaAus, had
rered itself aloft, an immortal song in
marble. Music is the feminine princi-
pie Of all things, prevailing all space,
Informing all life, whispering in the
zephyr, laundering through the forest,
and playing its wild symphonies over
the sea. Music is the art of prophets,
the pastime Of seraphim, and the glory
Of Gods redeemed Church. When It's
spell is upon the spirit, the stormy
passions are laid asleep, and the better
parts of our nature awake, and sweet
memories of youth and home revive,
and eyes beam tendeBIy on Us which
have long been quenched to death.
Then'we lose the sense Of present evil,
and walk with blessed souls the
groves of Paradise; and sickness for
gets its pains; and sorrows in:ermits
its sigh and sepiLity becomes uncpn-
scious of decay; aud the spirit, esCap-
ing from the environments Of earth
and time, scars upward In the Ever
lasting Light. 0'.f = hnF .l.,sai
In the, dewy groves Of ,AlDanO, ]
have sat at eventlde, and listened, to
the love-songs of nightingales. On
the breezy Campagna, have walked
in the morning sunshine, with myriad
skylarks invisible rained melody out
Of heaven. Amid theruins ofFiesole,
/ have caught the tones Of the Santa
Reparata, majestic as an angels song,
but soft as a lady's lutte. In the Crys-
tai Palace at Sydenhan, ! have ,joihed
with twenty-fOur thousand English
men, singing in concert, to themost
powerful organ In the kingdom. AT a
Choral Festival in Eton, I have heard
eight hundred surpliced ,choristers
chanting Gregoslan antiphohs, It'll
Heaven and Earth seemed blenhingin
mighty harmony. In the Sistine
Chapel at Rome, L stood three hours
unwearied amidst a suffocating thYong,
while the Pope's unrivailed choir
walled the wondrous Misefere, and a
Thousand eyes rained the tribute OF
their sympathy. But a company of
girls in an academy, or a, chorus of
children in a Sunday School, has trans
ported me with Its simpler melodies,
till / have wondered If Heaven itself
could furnish an entertainment more
Heavenly, Music! it Is the vibration
of the voice. of God! !! it is the tErob-
bing of the Universal Heart it is the
breathing of Infinite Lovean Sorrow
The young who can WELD this n1vste-
rious power, knowshOw to make her
homea paradise, and render our Social
life "as the days rqf; Heaven upon
earthV .' n.