The Newtown bee., 1899-11-17

one or the lower order OF animals for
approaching true bea uty and delighting
in it. God pity such Let US leave them.
We pass TO a higher class of the anti
but cannot understand it. These
love the Beautiful In Nature and art; IN
deed, they are worshippers Of Nature as
they Apr oached her, and none can sur
pass them in reverence for her. But
they take her as an end in herself, she is
their goddess, they see no other, they
want no other. The Spirit that animates
all, eneTgizing in and through every
scene, they do not discern. How differ
ent from the inspired Tennysop, who
writes: E& &
Are not these, o soul, the vision OF Him that
reigns?"
John Tyndall, the scientist, 10 one of
them, man of splendid spirit as of pro-
foundest intellect; yet one of s'the wise
and prudent from whom these things
are hid. Listen to his splendid descrip-
ton Of climb up the Jungfrau ia Swift
zerland: SAT length the dawn really ap.
pear I'd, Frightening the blue Of the east
ern armament. The long. uni
form ipcline Of the glacier being passed,
we reached the FIRST eminences Of SNOW
which heave like waves around the base
OF the Jungfrau. This is the region OF
beauty in the higher Alps, beauty pure
and tender, out of which energies the
savage scenery of the peaks.
FOR THE HEALTHY AND PURE IN HEART
these higher snow Fl Ids are consecrated
and wound along it. Meanwhile the
dawn had frightened into perfect day
and over mountains and glaciers the gold
and purple light of the eastern heaven
was literally poured. We had already
caught sight OF the peak of tine Jungfrau
rising behind an eminence and piercing
for fifty feet or so the rosy dawn. And
many another peak of state by altitude
caught the blush while the shaded slopes
were all OF beautiful azure, being H.
lumined by the frEnanent alone. The
world, in fact, seemed to worship and
the flush of adoT alton was ON every
mountain head. We reached
the summit at us a. M, and here we
stood, with all the magnidcence of the
Alps unPolled before as. Hard
~ ever was there majesty more fully re-
vealed or more overpowering. And as I
looked over this wondrous scene, I ask
ed myself, as on previous occasions.
How was this colossal work performed?
Who chiselled these mighty and pictur-
esque masaea out of mere protuberance
of the earth? And the answer was at
hand. Ever young, ever mighty. with
the vigor OF q thousand worlds still with
in him, the real sculptor was even then
climbing up the casts RI sky. It was he
who raised aloft the waters which cut
the glaciers on the mountain slopes,
thus giving gravity plough to open out
the valleys; and it is he who, acting
through the ages, will finally lay low
these monuments, rolling them gradually
seward, so the people OF an older earth
may see corn wave over the hidden rocks
which at this moment bear the weight of
the Jungfrau."
Can anyone doubt Tyndall's apprecia-
ton and love OF the beautiful, after lis
tening TO this description? Yet, he was
sun worshipDer; all this Ms gnificient.
scenery, the finest in the world, he ar
tributes to the sun. Who made the sun.
he does net tell US; who guided the sun
Ia suchddivine work, he does not relate.
He does not discern an Almighty hand,
or the mind of the Infinite. He sees the
light. and glories in it; he hears q voice
and wonders at it. But, whose light 1t
is that shines, whose voice it il that
speaks, snd what the voice says, he does
not know.
There are many like lynda in this
respect. They magnify the form,
THE Spirit THEY DO NOT DISCERN.
We are sorry for them. o that we might
teach them to penetrate the visible, so
that revelation Of the invisible might
burst upon them. Paul says that such
rare without excuse'' ssfor the Invisible
things Of Him since the creation Of the
would are clearly seen, being perceived
through the things that are made, even
His everlasting power and divinity
Let us now pass on TO the Pauls-they
who sec the light, hear the voice, and.
through the light and by means of the
voice, discern Him who is invisible. Ten.
nyson belonged to this class. we should
believe this, even IL he had written moth
Ing but those familiar, immortal lines
"F1oWer In the crannied wan.
Ipluck you out OF the crannies.-
Hold You here, root and ali, in my hand,
Little flower; but il could understand
What you are, root and alI, and all In alI@-
should know what God and man Is"
Even in the little wild flower bv the
roadside, Tennyson saw--not merely ex-
ternai form and color, but through these
ne discovered the power OF tine Infinite.
THAT tiny flower. yes, its still more tiny
buds contains the Haystery OF life wrap
ped up in itself-iuss as NewtOp's falling
apple revealed to him that unive rsaI pow
or that guides aud keeps the planets In
their course. Bnt long before Tennyaon's
time, yes, years befors Christ pointed to |
the lilies OF the field as praclaimiDg the |
Fatherhood Of God, sacred writer penn |
ad these words, beautifully set to verse
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