The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-05-28

WudI library sWnaG chambers what
porches ! Suppose, now, the workmen
had informed the curious visitor that
upon being completed nobody was ever
to live III the house; that it was simply
to be built that no family was ever to
move through the halls, never to sing in
the parlor we think the visitor would
have come away with heart full of alb
solute pain at the recital. The grander
the house the more painful this thought
that it was for no mortal that it was to
stand, and, at last, decay without an
occupant. But suppose, now, he should
revisit that place next autumn, and find
that he had been deceived, and that
large, happy family were enjoying and
fully approaching that large home, all
pain would pass away in the feeling that
the elegant house had found full ex-
PLANTATION. Such is our world with man
in it. The flowers cannot admire them
selves, they wait for man; the sea can
not hear its own waves, it waits for
man the rainbow cannot see itself, it
waits for all us older ones to admire it,
and for our children to say that who
finds the end of it finds pot of gold.
Man in this house completes the mean
ing of the house, and gives it snch signi-
ticance, such high and deep reason, that
from this amazing adaptation we pass to
the belief in an intelligent Maker. It
seems impossible to detach our earth
from creative mind-as impossible as
to detach it from an appreciative mind
called man. Man gives us a reason of
EARTH and God a reason of man and
earth combined.
In addition to the proof the material
world brings us of creator, it has
wonderful part to play in the daily life
OF man. Nature helps man in his lam
guage, in his literature, in his pleasure,
in his morals, in his religion.
From what impresses the senses in the
external world comes much of language.
Nature was the school-house where man
learned words. From the sensual came
the spiritual We speak of the flow of
eloquence and a torrent of passion be-
cause our ancestors were impressed with
the flow Of the river and the power of
torrents. Man walked in the night or
the fog, and thus learned to think of
the night of Ignorance or the fog of ar
gument man had seen the leaf fade,
and this led him to say that we all do
fade as leaf. So that language was in
the outset only a transfer of the material
world over into the soul, and q finding
of similar phenomena within. Thus
nature is the school-mistress to which
primitive man went for his instruction,
and, after those far-off children had
gene in and out long time, they
had a strange currency of sound,
which we call Ayran, or Hebrew, or
Greek-the circulating gold Of mighty
nations now dead. 1t took mankind
thousands of years to gather up as sim
pie language as the Hebrew; more
thousands still to make such a collection
of symbols as we now have under the
modern name of French, OF German, or
English. So intimate is the relation be-
tween words and the external world that
1t is, perhaps, true that no one but
lover of nature can ever reach a rich
and powerful language He is out in
the field OF relative suggestion when he
is out with nature. The tongue be-
comes paralyzed soon unless the heart
and brain enjoy this great outdoor air.
Fully in sympathy with field, and sea,
and sky, they seem to reward the friend
ship by helping their admirers to speak.
It is true the words are all in the lexi-
con, but they are not all in our mind
and heart. Reading will give us many,
but love of nature will pour into the
mind thousands of terms which came
from the world of sense, and which are
full of the aroma of the fields or hills.
The transition is easy from the rela-
ton of the external world to public
morals to it's relation to religion. All
are aware that the argument in favor of
a God may be denied, but the argument
in favor Of no God may meet as it seems
a holder rejection. The atheists may
toll at their part of their debate. Let
us prefer to toll at those oars which
row our boat toward immortality. We
may see in the spring and summer the
revelation Of Deity. There is the
King in his beauty. From the little
daisy up to the oak the distance is great.
Only great mind can pass over it Gre
atively. Upon ahill-summit in Wiscon-
sin, where a beautiful Gothic church
overlooks many lakes, and where the
branches of trees touched the stained
glass of the windows, the worshipers on
a Sunday morning in June read only a
short service that they might move from
the aisles and altar outside, to be more
perfectly in the presence Of God. When
you see the wood of the oak or the pine
you can say that the Creator wished
that tree to stand by its own strength,
but when you see the vine reach out
tendrils you must admit that it
must take hold of something
stronger than itself. This tendril
is straight and plant until it touches
something. It then curls and hardens
into iron. This would answer for vines
that climb trees or attach to fences, but
how are ugly walls to be covered with
foliage? A tendril cannot grasp the
surface of brick or stone. Behold
along comes the ivy, which spreads out
little hands upon perpendicular wall,
and thus will Chamber all over castle, or
cathedral, or cottage. Thus pause
where you may and mediate by any
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