Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1872-03-21
THE RUTLAND HERALD.
SATURDAY, MARCH 16, 1872.
Searching for Something Human.

searching Tor so"etnlhs huhuh
In the description of a pleasant excur
sion, in Fridays HERALD, occurs thi:
forcible sentence, my heart ached as
looked into their faces, searching fol-
something human, but there was no re.
spouse to a kindly look except some
times among the children" In this
there is thought worthy of more elab
grafton, and reminds one of those line:
of Willis
Out in the pleasant sun and let my eye
Rest on the human faces that pass by,
Each with its gay or busy Interest,";
Then muse upon their lot and read
Many lesson in their changeful cast
And SO grow kind of heart as if the sight
or thurman beings were humanity"
To the thoughtful observer, how much
does the human countenance reveal
The faces that move by US in the crowd,
ed streets are each o. open book, in
which Iife-histories are traced by an un-
erring pen Cares have their record,
sin leaves its mark, and pure thoughts
beam out in living characters.
1t is a pleasing and profitable study tc
peruse these living records Of thought
and deed--to trace upon each face the
sorry Of life's struggles and temptations,
its triumpha and its failures. 1t ispleas-
ing to look upon the clear eye, firm lip
and placid cheek that bespeak a great
soul Within which through all life's bat
tie has kept itself uncontaminated by
vice and unconquered by adversely. 1t
is a sad but profitable lesson to trace in
mems faces the debasing influence of
vice or the corroding work Of carc-to
see the bleared or haggsrl look, the eye
in which the light Of hTpo has been eX-
tinguished, and to note how surely the
degradation of the sou is recorded in
the features.
That woman who has inst passed,
with such a sad, carc-wOrn look, upon
whose features a biting frost seems to
have settled, nippng all her beauties ere
yet full blown. and leaving in their
many wrinkles the evidences of bitter
sorrows and unccasing toll, how bright,
blooming and gladstone we remember to
have seen her. She is not old-it is not
the touch of time that has effaced her
brightness. 1t is but few short years
since she might have sat for the picture
drawn by the poet
Her hair, her manners, all who saw ad-
mired,
Courteous though COY, and gentle though
retired;
The Joy of youth md health her eyes dis
played,
The easo Of heart her every look con
veyCd.
\ native skill her simple robes expressed,
As with untltorcd elegance she dressed;
The lads around admired SO fair a sight,
And Phoebe felt, and she gave delight"
How bright the future then beamed
before her, and how her innocent gaiety
and lighmess Of heart shonc out in every
feature. And, do you ask, what has
wrought this painful change? It is the
old story Of womans wrongs and wo-
mans endurance. Marriage gave her
into the power of "a captious tyrant and
noisy sot ;" and the cares of an abused
wife and toiling, anxious mother, have
done their work.
+AAN ~ III tNtlS IdCC dIOuul US We
may trace the evidences of life's strug-
giles and vicissitudcs 1t is not beauty
departed the eye grown dim, and the
form bowed down, that are the saddest
things to see. We are all growing old
and losing the fresher charms of youth.
What is most to be deplored is the loss
of youthful feelings, the crushing of
high aspirations, the lowering of the
aims of life, and the devotion of its best
energies to debasing cares. If the heart
be kept young, it matters not that the
body grows old We may say with the
poet
"Oh weep not that our beauty wears
Beneath the wings of Time;
That ago C'erclOudS the brow with cares
That once was raised sublime.
"Ohl weep not that the beamIes4 eye
No dumb delight can speak;
And fresh and fair no lOngerle
Joy-tint9 upon the cheek.
mol weep not that the ruin trace
OF wasting time is seen
Around the form and in the face
Where beauty5 bloom has been.
But mourn tho inward wreck We fcef
AS hoary years depart,
Ana Times eHdCing fingers steal
Young feelings from the heart"