The Osceola times., 1882-06-10
KISS.
The Essence ofOver 100 Pages on the SUBJ
ject by an Expert.
New orleans Democrat.

to very beautiful lady. il is a tribute
10 kiss and seems warn from the
heart and faithful TO its fires" Ii has
the afllatus which springs from "the ce-
lestial rapture" and, though 1t may
seem turgid and overdone 10 those who
are in the scar and yellow leaf" or have
forgotten the divine furor" of their hal
cyon days, all young and ardent hearts
will feel greater or less responsiveness
10 its sentiments.
The fond lover pours out his full heart
in an 'unprs smedtated Law" Of over 100
pages-the longest love letter We ever
heard of.
After preliminary reference to kiss,
he says: suppose a kiss could talk.
Every word would be perfume and
every fragrance would he distinct. What
a blending OF rare odors there would be,
Then, there would be an electric quality
about the words, too. How the tympa-
nun would dance with ecstasy! The ears
would fall in love with the language and
and would he spoiled for common con-
verse
And what voice a kiss would have
the balmiest sigh that vernal zephyis
breathe in evenings ear" would be dis
hbi' w tiN' OUTLINES VI ~ ih'Af'a'a'
tongue. ! am very sure the zephyrs
would be stilled in charmed hush. Quite
sure am | that evening would disdain to
listen 10 their suit, but would turn, with
ecstatic atteut, to catch strain of kiss
language.
And the language of kiss Who can
tell what it would say? 1t would vocal.
ize heart-throbs. 1t would tell OF emo
tons soul-drawn. II would whisper that
it was the souls chosen messenger to ex-
press its soltest moods that out Of a ten
derness ever flowing it had come, bathed
in warm delight, to greet the lips, to
mantle into joy the cheek. We can
translate its meaning, but can never give
it language. We need thousands of
words TO express our sentiments, but IT
expresses thousands Of emotions and
meaning with one sound. 1t is, as it
were, whole vocabulary in a word; the
choicest eloquence in briefest epitome
and smacks of the m )st epigrammatic la
conicism.
How rich is kiss in expression! No
thought Of the mind, no feeling OF the
heart that is love-fu!l or tender, but finds
its most endearing or satisfying express
ion in it. ] is both the echo and inspir-
alton of tender moods. 1t is both fire
and fuel. 1t is languarge that is easily
learned, yet never exhausted. 1t is
easily learned, and never grows old, lie
never outworn, never pals on the taste
II the eyes are the windows of the
soul, ths kiss is the language. l call it
the music of the lips, the souls rhapso-
dy. Iverily believe the sound is an un-
conscious soul.talk. There il nothing
deliberate nor predetermined about the
sound. The heart is voiced spontane-
ously, inevitably. How the tongue is
stilled, as if oral sounds were desc
Grafton. How the brain is in allegiance,
, in glad reverence TO the hearts predom-
nance. Some eyes are dumb, so TO speak
they do not radiate the soul. But the
lips are always vocal. The tongue, too,
may he dumb, but the soul endows the
lips with music indestructible.
Happily, no tongue ever framed the
language of a kiss. Itis of the heart, not
of the brain. No vibrations Of the air
voice its pulsations. II wastes not its
language on the air. II even disdsins the
ear. It's ear is the lip-the souls ear.
There it loves to linger; and though the
body's ear may be deaf the souls ear
| the lip--is never deaf; the souls tongue
the kiss-is never dumb. AT the sweet
trysting- place of the lips meet the souls.
There they hold mysteriously dear con-
verse. 1t is the vestibule of the heart,
the rosy way to the arcanum of love.
Echo never violated the secrets of a kiss,
nor repeated them to the impertinent
air. Were echo to hear kiss she would
20 wild in babhle of delight and wag
L.. hat
she would have M time nor inclination
to repeat baser sounds. can fancy her,
now, TO have heard a kiss and in some
secluded mountain-dell in a rapturous
reiteration all engrossed, needless Of
thousands of sound, ,importunate for rec
ognition, she repeats the sound Of the
kiss in vain attempts TO thoroughly
catch its music.
No other organ OF the body can utter
this language. think it one OF natures
compensations TO those not endowed
with expressive eyea. Aud then how un-
happy would the blind be could they
not kiss! What exquisite sensibility the
lips must have. You talk OF the ssuscep
tibiities of the Eolean harp, but how
the lips vibrate to the soft movement of
the soul.
How soon, too, is kissing learned.
Long before the ear knows the meaning
of words, or tongue frames intelligible
language, its meaning is known. 1t is
the souls interpreter. One may be blind,
deaf, dumb, but the soul is never berelt
of Its language. This makes me know
it is the true language Of the heart All
nations, in every age, have used it as a
token of love and as loves fond endear-
nent. 1t Is the language of the mon
arch in his palace and the peasant in his
hut, of lisping infancy, fiery youth, ripe
manhood, pale. trembling age. 1t is as
early as man and as broad as humanity.
1t will outlast time and probably be one
Of the sweetest tributes and demonstra-
one may truly ray
Increase of appetite grows with what it feeds
upon.
Age cannot wither it, nor custom stale its infinite
variety.
1t makes most hungry where most 1T satisfies,
II Is a perpetual least of meet sweets
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
like the lips for several reasons. That
they are the sweet birthplace OF declara.
tions of love; that they are the beautiful
gateways of song; that they so exalt the
pearliness of the teeth by their lovely
contrast. Some old poet says that in
laughter the teeth in the lips look like
rosebuds filed with snow; that about
them play phases Of expression too sweet.
ly subtle for description and even com
mon observation; but like them best
for the sweetness OF kisses There is new
er any discord in the music OF kiss. 1t
is in exquisite harmony with the soul and