The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1878-05-23
Mnre HpNOnd.

There Is a deep longing III every hu-
man heart which nothing earthly can
satisfy. It may be that the sunshine Of
prosperity is brightly beaming in, dis
closing to the eager gaze the many goI-
den toys and beautiful flowers with
which the pathway of life is crowded.
But can earth's purest and brightest
things satisfy the desires of the MINOR
tai mind? They cannot. True they
allure for awhile; but leave the spirit
alone with itself, and it will sigh for
some pure unfading treasure, some
bright and glittering flower that
blooms not in this sin smitten world of
ours. 1t may be that the voice of loved
ones still falls melodiously on the ear
like the pensiye sound of some gentle
music; yet still the spirit sends forth
an ardent, earnest craving Tor that
heavenly music, which the striking Of
no earthly Tyre has never produced or
it may be that home with all its sweet
associations of childhood and paternal
love is only a name connected with the
things of the past and left in the
stream of life beyond; or perhaps
stately mansions and lofty dwellings
are proudly rearing their heads around.
But can the desires Of the immortal
mind be fettered by the glittering walls
of earth's most splendid palace? This
cannot be.
Death may have long since entered
dwellings and rclcntlessly taken away
from the fond embrace those precious
ones on whom the strongest affections
are layished; and those sweet tones
which cheering dropping hearts in 9th
err days, may be silent in the grave.
1t may be that poverty and misfor'
tune like Il dark day of winter, have
rushed in and thrown around all tenn
poral affairs their mantle of black; but
are the warm, gushing emotions OF an
immortal spirit to be checked by the
groyeling things of earth? Can affec'
ton in its darkest form stop the spirits
boundings? Nay, versely.
These but serve as a refining fire
upon the heart, and the spirit still
looks %hcavcnward. Fallen 4 ever
since the creation has had presented IL
him by the gods such gifts as would
most please his fancies and interest hi,
passions, Bachus and Camus, gods OF
festive mirth and joy, first Offered
pleasure, which was easily contested
for, by TIE gay and thoughtless who.
blinded by its glitter, seized the gIft
and in its possession forgot virtue and
truth, but when they had the bauble
it clumblcd in their hands like "Dead
Sea apples" and they ever left the sad
AID hopeless heirs Of pain and misery,
Next Venus offered beauty. The young
and the proud entered the field, Clio
sing their eyes to its passing bright
ness, its transient loyeliness, they be-
held it as n spotless principal OF purity,
and with eagerness approaching mad
ness, they sought to win the enchanted
gift Of the goddess. Some have gained
it, and baskcd awhile in the smiles OF
conscious beauty, displaying their an
ity IN every book and act. But soon
they perceived the vernal bloom OF
their youth decaying and their golden
t~resscs fading into the "silvcry locks
of age, and yielded up their beautiful
Treasure and sat down to mourn It's
loss. Wealth, in its dazzling splendor,
was then offered by Plutus. Youth
and manhood sought to obtain the gol-
den prize with energy and treachery.
Age viewed the style with silent mien
and strove to win by article and cum
ming %knayery; few, however, have