The University daily. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 18??-????, 1891-06-11
faith no. longer living.

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wrought wonders in marble2 Was
| it not when Zeus was king on Olym-
pas, Apollo. the god of brightness
and purity. the lord Of music and
the giver Of prophecy, that Homer
and Hesiod and the Ionic Rhapso-
dists, with their plant, musical Lam
gnage, wove the warlike stories of
heroes and gods into immortal epics2
Was it not when Cupid was cllernb,
Dawn blushing goddess, laying
her rosy finger on the sable shroud
| of Erebus, that sweetly smiling, blue
eyed Sappho woke to worship beauty
and sing her lyrics Of love? VAST
mot WIN heiief il the gods was
ssfon When Atllels prayed n
the feet of Olympus, that art and
architecture, on her temple crowned
heights, stood as The first fruit offer
ing of the souls devotion, ind sex-
pressed all that was lofty IN spirit;
pure and elevated in thought, and
sublime in expression2
Many and excellent were the
dramas produced in that literary
hey day Of the sons of Helas. But
Aeschyius, ySophocles and Euripides,
that trinity of tragedians. were never
able, with their triple geniuses com
bined, to produce tragedy equal to
that enacted by the whole Greek ma
tion. when Ii ceased to turnfits face
and uplift its hands in prayer to,
wards Olympus, aud employed them
only in beastly Bacchanals. in the
shame and mischief of human strife,
and only crooked the pregnant
hinges of the knee where thrift
would follow fawning. !" sE%-
Why a"Dead city of the Caesars, !"
who thought to make it the Eternal
City" by adjoining it with the monu.
ments of Romulus, the sculptured
marbles of Aurelius, the busts of
Cicero and Virgil, the statues of
Caesar and Augustus, Pompey'sI
Horses, and the Trophies of Trojan2t
H Does natural science explain iii?
mo. That science may explain why
f'Imperial Caesar, dead should turn
TO clay; but not why Imperial Caesar.
In his lifetime should barter in the
temples, and game ON the gods, and
.quench the spirit in the dust Of .soF-
did gold. Poverty, conquest, wealth,
luxury, effeminacy, slavery; so runs
the cycle over and over again.
With each nation in turn the zenith
of it's wealth was the sunset of its
glory and power; the height of it's
prosperity was the depth Of its de-
Eprayity. sr8
Il Turn from the revolving scenes of
1.-THE Reign Of Terror which follow
ed the public proclamation 'There
lis no God," and behold across the
waters little band of brave colo
nists upon whose faces the palor Of
D long struggle for freedom has deep
ened to the flush of victory. Ask
them how they succeeded in wrestling
liberty from the grasp Of q wealthy
-and powerful nation. NJ Il 4
H They will tell you, with ehildlike
.candor and simplicity, that they had
IL COMMUNICATIVE chief who believed
lin prayer, who, in the darkest days
pf restitution at Valley Forge, with
drew himself apart to pray and Wresx
tile for another blessing from Israel 3
God. ..f-s (. + H.: ,.-a seE
Hi And yet, with the rapid growth Of
Ddrnation' material prosperity, with
the public conscience scared by COW
etousness and greed, with the fnan-
cial fever burning and bounding in
our veins, and threatening TO become
4 national epidemic. we have promi-
nent and influential men in all pro-
LESSONS and business calling, hope
lessly given over to the '1dolatry Of
Business" and in the very places
where our fathers stood nearest The
throne and marked them by Bethel
pillars and Elm palms. they have
erected golden standards, III not gol-
den calves, and vauntingly proclaim
ed: @These be thy gods, @ Israeli
ISoftened by sumptuous incidence
and eneryated by luxury, we are Civ
ing again to the world spectacles of
vulgar social life, such as were given
in the days Of Imperial Rome by the
banquets of Lucullus and Trimalchio.
II Revealing in materialism, the Wis
ions Of aSmateral heaven are natur-
ally arising as the hope Of a spirit
aual heaven fades away.
II Living only among things, oecu-
Epied only with that which pertains
Ito the anims1, We manifest none 9th
Ter than the spirit fa past that goeth
ldownward TO the earth.
n There. is lost the tender dayhreak
IainXthe soul from the rising of the sun
lAof Righteousness, lost the fine sense
land the pure spirit which made man
Hbnt little lower than the Angels.
Where, az . specimen ofNmodern
Fart, do we find to-day a poem on a
prayer IN marble, or q celestial dream
Ion canvas? Where today is the
spirit that breathed in the WORKSHOP
Raphael, angelic and De Vinci
those old masters, who conrted the
angels and painted Madonnas2
In Literature, too, we are crossing
again the Sahara of Materialism.
No effort is made, In Prose and Po-
fetry, until il is tried BY She one
toneh Twill it pay?''
Is it not trne Of US, as it has been
Of others ii, like conditions. that our