Year: 1870

gile Hover, or the clustering vine, when
tree and grass and grain should alone oc-
cupy the space, and in these latter he dis
Germs no beauty-only they are useful.


Dim must be the outward eye that sees
no loveliness in the waving foliage, the
rich tints Of opening flowers, the stars that
glistcn in the blue above, the sweet war
BILE of the birds-no beauty gladdens the
heart of such a mortal But those who
have this gem nourished and perfected iu
the heart will find everywhere something
to please and delight. For there's


"Not tree,
! A plant, leaf, a blossom, but contains


A folio volume; we may read, and read,


And read again, and still find something new
Something to please, and something to instruct,
Even in the humblest weed"


No place is there where God hath not
|planted the sign of beauty. Follow the
shining pathway of the sea. and note the
waves glistening and sparkling in the sun
shine, the calm stiffness of the night
watch, with myriads Of silvery stars, the
soft radiance of the moon, the wild SUBJ
Unity of storm where the mighty ex-
panse of waters seethe and foam in mad
fury-the noble ship speeding on her
course as thing of life, with the light
ning's vivid flash aud the thunder's awful
roar o'erhead. That is beauty, grand and
solemn.


Climb the rugged mountain path, or
trace your footsteps amid the dim defles
of the majestic old mountain passes, or
over the sandy desert, thirty and weary
with the heat and toll. you'll find beauty
even there; and where the foot of man
has ever trod, or where only the wild ami
NAL makes his home, the hand of God has
sown the seeds of beauty. Listen to what
the spirit of beauty saith:


80, ye who know the way to natures heart,
And who have learned to enter reverently
The treasure-house of art,


To whom the old world wears a golden glow,
And. seasons come nidzgo 7@sa ~
Still with new glory, who delight in all
The JOY beneath the summer-blue expanse,
Look up and see your grand inheritance
0, ye, whose life is joy, you would not miss
So fair world as this


Twice will the starry sons of morning fall,
If ye lose heaven


Turn your eyes toward the setting sun,
wrapping himself in his mantle of gold and
crimson; note the soft feecy cloudlets of
every form and color, aud the beautiful
light mantling all the landscape. Now,
tenderly the cloudlets gather around him,
and in close embrace they hold him until
the scene vanishes away in the softer blue
of heaven; the sweet twilight floats down
on dusky wing, and the whole earth is
enveloped in mantle Of darkness. Light
ly the silvery moon appears. surrounded
by her glistening train, and the truant
clouds fold themselves together in delicate
drapery, and night 'pins. them with
star"


Walk through the forest aisles and lis
ten to the low tone of the trees as they
whisper their love-songs; catch the glim-
mer of waving foliage, the rustic of fairy
wings; observe the tender wildwood
flowers, whose rich perfume pervades all
the balmy air, the delicate moss, the tend
er grasses. See you no beauty there?-
Wander forth at early morning and list to
the waking Of nature from her night of
rest; a thousand beauties, which pen or
tongue of mine can never paint, will richly
repay your trouble.


If, then, the beauties of earth fill US
with so rich a feast. and we hold commun-
ion with her spirit until they become a
part Of our being, what must the beauti-
full scenes of Heaven be? Ah, if with
these eyes we could behold the splendors
of the jasper walls; the pearly gates; the
streets Of gold the pure river Of life flow
ing through rich meadows where fadeless
flowers abide; the eternal mansions not
made with human hands; the countless
forms of white-robed angels, with harps
of gold, whose glad music fills all the holy
air, the light and brightness Of which need
no aid of the sun the great white throne,
and Him who stitch thereon-these are
glorious beauties human eye hath not seen,
but which are reserved for the spiritual
vision.


$50, beseech you, by all things that win
Space for nobler or a softer thought,
All good that comes unsought,


By that which makes your very sorrow fair,
By all sweet influences in the air,
By that chief beauty which is throned on high,
And for the promise to the pure in heart
0, man, be pure-be true!
Widening YOUR dense and narrow lives !