The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-03-03
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Richardson's Concert. in the NJ. E. Church,
| oakland, Nd, Dec. 1851
Music hath charms for all. 1t is
the inheritance Of our common kin
| dred and the Lords choice gift to
man. Attuned to mirth or sadness,
JOY or sorrow, life or death, it carols
forth the classic language Of the soul.
1t hovers as the rehectio of the "sun
of righteousness" over the lordly
mansion and over the cottage in the
vale. 1t radiates the pathway of
statesmen, philosophers and scien-
fists; the inmates of Tara's Hall no
less than that of the shepherd pioneer,
and the busy mechanic. ItturnS and
m0lds the destiny of life when
naught else eau work reform. 1t is
used to express the jubilant anthems
of the angels, 1t leads the prodigal
to his home. 1t is the channel of
overlooking praise in the Church and
also in the world. 1t is the divine
harmony OF sound and thought, to be
used on the morning of the re1urrec-
ton by the spirits of the glOrlfied,
ITO emulate with JOY unknown,
Those flowing Seraphs round the throne"
1t is wise and holy enchantment
that best describes "the land of rest
the saints delight, the heaven pre-
pared for you" And no other
agency can so sweetly lead us to the
gates ajar" or write Us a letter from
the realms of peace" David, spell
bound, was musing and while he was
mus,ng the fire burne,!," then "a d
he, "let all the people praise li,aI 0
God; let all the people praise thee,
let them sing praises unto thy holy
name" Take away the music of life
and you rob Us o! more than hall our
Inheritance; yea we are barished to
second PatmOs more lonely than
was John. The peasant on a throne
is less serene, without the voice OF
song, than in a h0mely cabin sweet
ened by its sacred notes; music thou
art divine, immortal; sacred heaven
inspired in man:
Oh lull me, lull me, charming air.
My senses rock, with wonder sweet
Like snow on wool thy falling are,
Soft like a spirits are thy feet,
Grief who need fear that hath an ear;
Down let him lie and sIumbering die,
And change his soul for harmony"
There's music ever in the kindly soul,
For every deed of goodness done, is like a
chord
Set in the heart and Joy doth strike upon it
OFT as memory doth unroll the immortal
page
Whereon good deeds are writ.
The mournful broken hearted sons
and daughters of natures soil, who
are by melancholy bent, snap their
chains and declare their freedom in
the holy atmosphere Of the song of
jubilee Cherubim of paradise loud
let thy praises ring. Women'S
friend, mans rest0rer.
Hear the music of nature:
4There is no pause in the vast melody Of
earth,
II never dies but has perpetual birth;
II lives and breathes in sighs, slow falling
tears;
Carry the burden through the following
years,
Zach leaf that drops make some divine ac-
cord,
In the eternal hymn OF praise to God;
The solemn measure of the unfaltering
stars
The wild brooks laugh, the waterfalls hur-
rahs;
The words OF lovers lettering in the lane;
The sobs from hearts too heavy to complain;
The bugle tones of winds forever signing;
The hollow voice Of deep TO deep replying |;
Each lends an accent to the symphony,
Which scars forever Lord, from thine to
thee"
MUSIC IN BATTLE,
"At a critical moment during the
battle of Waterloo, Wellington dis
covered that the 42d HighIanders be-