Year: 1870

There's beauty in the mir,


There's beauty in the skies,


| There's beauty everywhere.


| Mr. HEARERS On Whatsoever
side we turn our eyes we may be-
hold beauty adorned and unadorned,
animate and inanimate; beauty in
it's original simplicity, and beauty
beauti6ed by ingenuity, skill, and
art.-Even ugliness itself bears the
impress of beauty-and there is
nothing which appears uncouth or
horrid at first sight but may develop
something worthy Of admiration on
a longer and closer inspection
That beautiful specimen of ugliness,
the toad, has fine figure. cum
ming eye, and knowing look, des-
pite the assertion of Shakespeare and
the fastidious taste of poets in gen
eral. In fact, my friends. there is
but little difference, as far as rel
beauty is concerned, between q
worm and woman, or man and
a monkey. The glowworm shi-
ming upon its lowly, grassy couch
in the dull dusk Of the evening,
looks handsomer to me than a beau
tiful woman glittering in the dark
vale Of vice; and decent looking
monkey is more an object of admi
ration than man without morals
or modesty. 1t matters not how
fair and comele is the exterior of
the human form, if the interior is
filled with corruption, it will work
through and cast such leprous
stains upon the surface as can
neither be covered by rouge nor re-
moved by turpentine, hot water and
hypocrisy.


| My Friends--the earth is contin
ually putting forth new buds Of
beauty amid its millions OF bios
SONS. Look at the landscape that
lies spread before US. To-day it
looks beautiful in the newness,
greenness, and freshness of its at
tire-to morrow it looks beautiful
er in the heighth of it's bloom-and
next day it looks the most beauti-
fullest, when, like a dying dolphin,
it exhibits its most gorgeous hucs
beneath the uncongenial rays of an
October's sun. The natural world
hath charms enough to captivate
the heart Of a hypochondriac, al
though partially concealed behind
the curtain of careless indifference.
Though it may at first sight, appear
as barren, sterile and gloomy sas a
goose posture in August, yet, if you
will but search for the beauties that
do actually exist, you will find them
j rise up before you like a regiment
of grasshoppers from the ground
when disturbed by the footsteps of
either friend or foe. The wardrobe
of the earth is beautiful, even when
faded by the frosts of autumn o.:
torn by the ravages of the wintry
storms. The distant hills, with
their bonnets of blue--the trees
with their mantles of varied green
the flower fringed fields--the bloom
ing meads, and the velvet lawns are
all stamped with beauty. Nature,
when stripped of hat, shawl and
frock by the rude hand of Novcm-
ber still exhibits a beautiful embroi-
dered -petticoat, and looks, if any
thing, lovelier in her half naked
ness, notwithstanding she may be
out at the toes, and has hole in
the heel of her stocking.


My Dear Hearers-There's beauty
in the silvery cascade that leaps
laughing from rock to rock, spark
ling with joy till it reaches the calm
and peaceful vale below; in the
mighty cataract that continually
pours its mad bellowings into the
:. deaf ear of earth in the llmpid
lake that serves as looking glass
for the moon to behold her greasy
phiz, in the ocean that foams and
froths like mad dog at the mouth,
and daskes its surges against the
windows of the sky, as though they
hadn't been washed fer month
of centuries. les, my friends, there
is extravagant beauty in all these !;
and I'll venture to say that this dull,
dirty looking globe of ours is as
beautiful little picture, taken as 4
whole, as can be found in the great
book Of creation. There's beauty
in the air. Birds, bees and insects
are fragments Of beauty floating
hither and thither in the boundless
aerial ocean which surrounds tie lit
tie island of earth we inhabit; and
there's beauty even in the dragon
winged bat that dwells with demons
in desolate places, only 1 haven t
yet discovered in what part Of the
animal it lies.


My Beloved Hearcrs-T%%ere is
beauty in the heavens Of the tallest
order. 1t shows off to advantage
in the dark, portentous thunder
clouds that rise in the west, whose
silver trimmed peaks assume such a
changing variety of fantastic forms
in the lightning's blazing car, whose
laundering wheels roll over the
railway Of heaven; in the evening
twilight, when the gods scrape up
the dust of decayed rainbows, and
smother the sun with glory ere they
cover up its fire for the night; in
the armament, too, there is beauty
when the moon is in good trim, and
every celestial lamp is lighted, as if
for some special occasion. Aye.
dear friends, there is beauty every
! whore hut vor don't know apr