Year: 1868

A correspondent Of tbe chronological
Journal furnishes the following.


The human sou1 is seeking ever for visible
forms which 10 place the invisible treasures
Of is inner sanctuary a holy thought de-
scends from the infinite mind Of God into the
mind Of man, and brings with It desire for
expression


Sacred and dear the thought may be, yet
the soul that claims It is not satisfied until a
body is found somewhat fitting It's fair pro-
portions in whichit can beeenshrined and
sent forth q messenger TO gain. recognition
] from kindred souls Nerisd are the forms
with which these children Of the mind and
soul are robed.


Pho artist copies upon the eanFas.fron the
scTell within High thought and heavenly
( beauty dwelling IN the scuiptoris soul are
carved IN marble by his hand The sweet
emotions of the poets heart he folds II. words,
and IN thsir rythmic glow is read something
Of tho sorEew and the gladaess OF his life.
With words the bold reformers mighty
Thoughts are clothed, and bear with them q
power to reEOiutiOuize the world. Historian
sage, and prophet tell IN words to anxious
waiting hearts the wonders Of the past the
glories Of the future.


Marvellous indeed is tho power Of words
when in them lies the true expression Of an
earnest soul Buthoweyersp perfect their az
rangement, however musical their sound, iuIi-
less in them Fibrates and thrills this living
soul, they are { mossa6 beautiful body into
which a spirit Ilas never entered


He who has little IN his soul TO express
viii readily furnish q way IN which the world
can read It al ~ ords are at his command
and he uses them without stint but they
reach Only the ear Of him who listens, fer
they ecss...s..i Q no power TO bear them farther
ct all he felt IS in them, and be IS satisfied.


It is be, within whose being there are
depths Of harmony and sympathy and love
Gods eye alone can fathOIn, thoughts andes-
piratiOns words can never measure, to whom
It Isl most difficult to find avenues Of express
sion. and who is most dissatisfied with all
his attainments.


The real artist, perfect as his sz0fk rnay
be, can paint upon the canvas only The shadow
Of his purest visions. The real sculptor is
able to form the marble into only skeleton
of his highest conceptions. The real poet
writes only the preface to the story of his
inner life But it Is not the outward form.
sf the artists, the sculptors, or the pesls
thought that impresses. the mind OF him who
beholds. It's the thought itself The soul
of the artist upon the canvas, the soul Of the
sculptor IN the marble, the soul OF the poet
in his Words-and back Of this, It IS the soul
unexpressed, that gives power to that ex-
pressed.


Who has not, In the hour Of afliotion,



Of one then in the smoothly flowing sentences
Of another More love in silencet even, than
in loud protestasions.


All power is from within, and it sometimes
happens that q great soul is enGhFIned in
small body, so, often, in feeble forms, are the
mightiest thoughts Expressed.


tie who can use words most lippantly
when addressing the Divine Being does not
prove that he has most love and reverence
foT Him For what soul, drawn by the chord
of love near the great source Of its being,
filed and oYerhowing with gratitude, can
easily fad in weak human words the express
1 sion of its thankfulness its yearnings, and
/ its neeas2 The deepest truest, hOliest
/ prayers SEe wOrdless ones, those paryefs that
d unheara By the world, rise silent to God.


lie wh9 can talk most freely Of his inner
! life has shat life not far from the surface.
/ He who can give expression at al 70 has
deepest. most sacred thought, who can say
to any form, /" Y ere the embodiment Of my
inmost soul" Is certainly the possessOr of q
very small soul Thank God 2 bless tiod
all ve who suffer not more grief than ye can
weep for That is light grieving, said one,
/ who scared and sang as never woman scared
aud sang before !" and as her tears were but
the expression Of her ightest grief, so was
her lifes best song but the keynote 10
purer, holier haTmonies within.


"a few can touch the magic string.


And noisy fame is proud win them


Alas those who sing


But die with all their music in them"


Blessed and fortunate are they rho have
tho power to touch the magic string and
pour forth the melody of their souls in
strains for mortal ears; but God may count
those not less fortunate " who cannot put IN
words the grief they fee" nor mould in
any form their souls bright vision. Though
they never sing IN earthly strains, can
they, dear poet, " die with al their music IN


them ?" Is the spirit of the flower, its per
fume, lost to him who gazes on the outward


form Can a sweet soul make music IN it
self, and be unheard2 Does love need words


to make itself felt2 as God has palmer.
way Of speaking to the soul than through any


outward form, so it may be that the pure
thoughts and holy aspirations of one heart
find reader access TO other hearts when IN
fettered By any cliBging robe. Sure it is


that loving soul viii, in some way, make


its love known a beautiful soul, its beauty


seen a good soul, its goodness felt


The sweetest song viii ever be unsung,


the holiest thought be ever unspoken; but


He who fashions the human heart viii never
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