Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1888-10-25

Happy is the writer whose work i
broad enough and of sufficient strength {,
be stamped with the magical word zen
dure,r and who, touching the sympathcti,
chord of humanity plays upon the deli
cate mechanism Of the human soul, wax
| ing II to a knowledge Of Its own height,
and depths; for with every exalted expires
| sion the mind rises to the same high plan,
and catches gllmpses Of Infinite horizons
What we read Of ardent sympathcs
godlikc charity and patient endurance each
| feels to be true of himself, and however
degraded the mind may be, 1t echoes the
sentiment within as If it were his own
thought, just as the little sluggish pools
reflect the very heavens over them.
How tame. lacking and conmonplacr
would a book be- could we not people it
after our own fancy; see our every DAY
friends in holiday attire stalking through
it, pages, oar own experiences portrayed
and our old loves lived over again As
we read with our eyes the mind hlls be-
twccn the lines with thoughts Of the past
and hopes FOR the future. Carlyle calls
down blessings on the head Of "the man
who first invented hooks" and this
sentiment Is felt by every true lover Of
literature. for he. to whom books are ac-
ccs~iblc. need never be- alone. What A de
light 10 be able TO spend an evening with
the great minds Of the past and be let in
a, it were. to their inuermost sanctuaries ,
Who has not sat with Wordsworth upon
the mountain and dreamed over some
beautiful landscape or stood with him up
on Westminster Bridge, surveying the
sleeping city in the early morning. and
heard him say
Larth hath NOT anything to show more fair,
bul, uauid he he - snul WIN could pA-- Nv a
-sht $40 touching tn IT, majesty"
We can seem to hear his voice and ~cr
him watr his hand toward the distant city
A. be says
Dear c.o,l .thf very houses seem to .lccu
And all tiai mighty heart \ lying -till.'
who has not ~at with Whittier around
the household IRE and heard ;hc wind AMI
snow against the window pane aud felt
the dcIigh; in the society OF those dear
ONES he Describes. or called 70 mind some
nearer family circle pcrchancc broken
anil d,epcllci and felt thc sadness uf The
strain, go time and changci"
pur soul, rise with common hope and
assurance a We read that sermon IN one
verse by VICTOR Hugo
"I.ct a. l.c llke bird an Instant ghte.
| pm ! twis ttst -WtnEs.
H. fe~l- ,tc.d bat -inS- % uhanrightr,l.
knowing be hatf hi "iug~"
II has been said that science and poetry
should have no relation. but il would
seem tia, 70 stir deeply The writer should
h4Yc mighty depths u draw from aud
carry the reader below the surface.
Il = no, q great argument for the bc-
lief ia the continued Improvement Of hu-
man.'y that there T., such demand fnr
light or exciting reading matter, anu Il j.
a pity that 20 much OF this nature j. con
stunned when there j. within reach all tina,
j. npblc.purc aud cicyatins in literature.
W" may smile but feel the kccn truth Of
Marx Tw.in's remark IN regard to the
rmi-aunual humiliation from Zolas sew
err" inundation> in the minds and the
purity of the Young, The love Of pure
reading matter i cuitiyat on that rests
!, ~. one own >cH ana ii- - = u no' I
,,ow When we have rrad onc strong eie- 1
waiting work with appreciation, It !, al
mos; impossible to fall below tha; stand
ard.