Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1881-01-06

UNLESS you prove more reliable that
will not be soon"
81 am going to bed" | SAID. "Good
night"
You are of early; but il is better for
you, said cousin Martha. "You will
keep young great deal longer"
determined TO control my wander
ing thoughts; not an easy thing 10 do in
our best regulated moments.
Of all thu wonders Of the creation
the mind is the most subtle, wonder
ful and incomprehensible. Try to catch
and trace ats workings, and has slipped,
fled away from our corporeaI grasp. We
grope through may labyrinlhs, expect
ing to confront the unknown deity at,
every i,iqi but Il iAeseg hiding IN uul'
searchable corners, four modern scien-
tlic candles do not shed strong enough
light TO illuminate them and is mock
ing at our belief that we have made an
important discovery, or coolly defying
worldly wise intelligence. The mind
is mighty geyser in sleep, il rests
quietly within IFS prescribed basin. but
as The body rouses, ii wells higher and
higher, tIll, at the regular hour, il throws
its aspiring thoughts high in the air
with prodigious force. The momentum
is so great, that we feel assured that il
will carry us into the infinite. Alas.
for our aspirations There is a coun-
teracting influence insisting on our re-
turn 10 our proper sphere, and ultimate
ly We find our thoughts thrown roughly
back into their native well. We re-
cover from the shock, and are again
ready TO join the mutiny and be ex-
PEELED once more. And so IT keeps on
and on, bu; our limits are fixed, and viii.
ling as human curiosity is to pry into
the infinite, it pales and trpmbles when
It stands facing the only gateway. My
mind sent its thoughts far out millions
OF miles into space, fitting from planet
to planet and star 10 star; gazing at Ju.
pliers belts aud moons; then passing 10
Saturn, wonder OF wonders, with mys-
ferrous rings circling il with a glorious
halo OF light, ITS satellites rising, APP
preaching the meridian and setting, so
that an inhahitant of Saturn can view
al the same time several of its moons
and is wonderful aureole; following
the path Of our sun around that infinite
track of light over which il is darling
with an imperreptible motion curying
round some great centre, or passing
from system TO system OF worlds, ]
watched the mighty revolving bodies
and followed their motion daringly
round the throne Of God. NV mind
could then 90 no further through space,
and as ! recolled on myself, felt how
unsatisfactory is all our yearning and
striving after infniiy-how utterly
hopeless.
Lueiier lay on the burning lake as
founded at reaching such unutierable
depths after his elevation, and il the
abode of the unhappy is infinitely re-
moved from that of the blessed, we can
readily comprehend that he would lie
stunned after his erial journey. Our
minds are not infinite in comprehen-
SON. we travel short distance and
then return to our element elated at
what we have seen in our Journey.
They are capable Of no great heights and
depths, but still, when we fall we lie
speechless with amazement at the, 10
US, immeas6rable distance passed over.
The gate clicked, and looked out in
time TO see Roe steal cautiously in. | /
saw she wished to escape observation,
so moved out Of sight. | thought she |
would pass on to her own room, but was
a little surprised TO hear my own door
open. She came in dragged by the |
dew; she had trailed through the grass
instead OF walking through the gravel;
her eyes were wild and cleaned IN the |
half light OF the room.
81 could not stay by myself | who |
have talked TO you, feared the loneIi-
ness would drive me to desperation |
Chlld, life 10 you is a gay buuerfly's |
existence, but TO me, there is no fulter
1t gauzy wings or wreath Of brilliant |
hopes to throw their radiance across a |
iescrt path--d neuer ending solitude
where nothing rises to ease the eyes, |
md the scorching sun IS reflected from |
he sands in binding br:lliance To
you, there are GASES IN the desert; to |
ne-none. | wander on and on, sigh |
ng for the end, only the end. To- |
night stood beside all that was left of |
him who had at last reached the end; |
as the low, wild requiem walled and |
sobbed through the heavy air, bowed
my head and longed to lie beside him
here. Death seemed TO hover in the |
oppressive perfume from the flowers
hung over The heavily canopicd coffin
and every sound the death-cry of some |
iespairing spirit. Life is a mystery
death is unfathomable | have been
with both and my spirit yearns and |
searches after hidden treasure never to
De revealed. The thirst of my soul is
never satisfied. cry out in agony
is there no nepenthe for the weak and
weary 2 and voice CRIES back, drea-
The minister rises: |
hear his voice speaking from afar of. |
His face is IN mist, which dances and
ilckers, then settles over the coffin. |
Again | hear his voice-I saw a new
heaven and new earth: for the first
heaven and the first earth were passed |
away The air grows denser. Can it |
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