The Grenada gazette., 1889-02-21

philosophy in that vulgar maxim which
reminds us there are as good fish in the
sea as ever were taken out? Can it be
possible that any two souls, in spite OF
vast divergences, are so made for each
that when sundered by imperative fate
neither again can ever End twin?
We are not wise enough TO answer
all these questions which we so blithe.
ly profound. As year after wear multi
plies ones experience in human lives
he meets at distant intervals a tenn
permanent SO lovely in the warmth Of
its sunshine, the brightness OF its beau
ty, the sweetness OF its inhalations, the
purity Of its labyrinths, and the tan
talizatiOn of its mysteries, that to yield
is as natural as for the plnmmet to seek
the bottom of the sea. Who shall define
the magic of touch, the secret of a
tone, the enchantment OF look, the
mesmerism of caress? Nay, who shall
explain the sorcery of presence, the
witchery of an inhuenoep Shakespeare
says
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness IN me-
beautiful exaggeration which only a
poets heart could invent. Yet who
that has ever loved does not keep an
adjunct" does not cherish portrait,
handkerchief, tress, flower, any
thing in which is blent the aroma of a
personality passionately loved, ire
vOcably vanished?
There is good deal of r;nvoiced suf
fering in life-the suffering that is due
simply to dispeled ideas. 1t is shallow
to hold that such suffering is morbid
and easily remedied. Sorrow of this
kind is morbid only when it is so self
encouraged as to paralyze action.
Whatever remedy exists is found
in the line of constant effort
in healthy directions. Unfort-
unate are they who, unable to make
effort themselves, have no one to
arouse them. Sympathy acts merely
as sedative if given in too large a
dose. There comes time when change
of medicine is necessary. The platitu-
dinous author of "Proverbiul Philoso-
ply" never said any thing falser in its
meaning than III the love OF the heart
be blighted it bloometh not again
The same love, of course, does not
bloom again, any more than the flower
reblooms that is trampled in the mud.
But fairer flower may burst its petals
and sweeter love evolve TO speech
through passionate silences.
1t seems cold and hard to turn from
precious possibilities like this and
maintain that ambition. to say nothing
Of the russet-gOwned virtue, duty, may
occupy the energies which for
merly thrilled to more palpi-
tant vibrations. Yet ambition is
practically a good substitute
for love, when faithlessness of lover or
sweetheart has left the feelings arid
but yearning. Duty is a better substi-
tute still; but ah! one must fall in love
with duty in order to do ones duty
with content. Such love Is passion
less Duty is kissless and caressless.
Our hands, our lips, our hearts do not
thrill beneath her touch. unless, in-
deed, she holds a martyrs crown be-
fore us and we reach to it through
flame. Still, let US take kindly to this
sad-suited duty. who generally wears
no garb but holden gray. If we can
take to her kindly and make of her a
lifelong friend, she will reassure the
heart which feels that it is breaking
and give it a foretaste of happiness
perhaps when it shall really break at
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