The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-07-02

live" he perhaps listened too willingly to
9 third voice singing EITHER route is
hard. Believe, thou canst not; fight, thou
wilt not. Let me lead thee. My way is
enchanting and its bloom is sweet Sleep
in the lull of pleasure, and dance to her
harp of joy" Perhaps he listened too
much to this voice. Dogmas offered by
stony-visaged Pattons, Amounted with
gloom of grace and SAVIOR Of sancity unto
the service of the LORD, he could not make
his rule of life, and to stand in dauntless
Watchtulness over his selFhood'
uncompromising to sin uuconquered
by weakness, was hard and drearg
to do, and if done, all the wise world
nods ominous heads and NUT ers "of 10
avail at last" What yonder then, it
this sensitive, much-appreciating, much
enjoying nature lapsed at times into the
lotus languor OF the pleasure voice!
What wonder, and yet what pity! The
parent cannot sanction the sin OF his most
gifted darling; the greater the gifts, the
deeper the fathers anguish ct their mis-
use, and the infinite pity that oyershadows
us all must bow in unutterable heart
break over the careless wastefulne of
any richly en- lowed soul. We need to
judge graclously and righteously Of these
things. All of US are born heirs to the
glory OF our own and our ancestors vir-
tues. But,alas! too many Of us will squsn-
der our birthright and suffer and die to
atone for cur sins
Where The man whom we hallow ia our
remem brahce tii-algh. WAC born and in
what year of the earthly periods I have
forgotten. The years ofan Individual are
the most trivial Of all that pertains to
him, save his reputation. Il is deeds and
character that are manhood and woman
hood Years are but puny human digitS
lad upon US here; labels to answer the
qucstIons Of coarse curiosity and imuer-
tinent meddIesomeness. Deeds are the
Shining divisions that mark off eternitys
cycles. So reputation is what men sag OF
US Character is what Goo bn0ws CT us.
L. is the dear secret confded by each
soul TO the keeping of the Infinite; held
by Him firm as the everlasting hills and
perpetual as song i'll the pure heart Some
how we all believe that God held great
deal of this confidence from Lutte Taylor
and if he sometimes drew largely on the
infinite patience he must also have won
largely OF the infinite love.
All that is real of him lives to-day with
US in the little book that bears his name,
and in the heart of Wisconsin, whose lit
erary atmosphere he do SO much to puri-
fly and invigorate. In new countries APP
preciat1ve minds are rare. TIE energy
of sparce population is forced into the
toll and tumble oflife. Frontiersmen are
apt to have an external dlsiain of poetry
which renders the work of the literary
pioneer exceedingly hard to do. So Tay-
lor's keen appreciative power did fine
work, which himself probably never re-
allied, in recognizing and encouraging
the aesthetic wherever amid our rough
fields it dared to lift it's head. No fine
sentiment ever shrank abashed from his
presence. He halted it as his own kin
dred and better angel; exulted in it as &
messenger of delight to himself ancso gave
it courage to bear the fippant sneers
those who knew it not. ~ 4s< 'i+
He was a man Of sentiment. To the
true sense of the word he was sentimental.
Nothing of the languishing characterized
him; nothing of the cnrled mastache or
moon-struck miss-order. His caustic hui
NOR had power without effort, to shrivel
the dainty "young man Of the periok, "And
send the sidelong glance of a lackadaisical
LADY back to TIC doformed dog Of her
worsted needle with kind Of stupid
consciousness that electricity play led some
where in her vapid atmosphere But he
was ever in sympathy with the true senti-
ment of nature, and around the common
est objects of daily toll or daily use he
at will. threw the aureole of his genius
and revealed the subtle instinct of his
soul toward the "true, the beautiful and
the good" 'a'i " a"a.stata 4ta%.h3
What finer illustration of this could be