ROBERT DE WE'RE. ,
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What is life? Oh who can tell To
the poor tits a struggle for bread, for the
necessaries, not the luxuries of existence.
To the rich an eternal grasping of joys,
pleasures which too often only repay in
stings. To the ambitious, road to mortal
glory. To the Christian, a thorny path, o'er
which he treads to scenes of more enduring
bliss. To all, years spent in folly; moments
in wisdom. For what avails that which
we gain, if it adds not to our happiness
here, and beyond the tomb; nothing. We
may follow the dictates of ambition, until
our names are, by the voice Of the bowing
crowd, coupled with the gods, and find no
joy. We may follow the path of glory to
its acme, and nnd, when gained, twas but
hollow dream. We may drink deep Of
earthly knowledge, and find, in the end,
twas but the scum Of folly. We may chase
the pleasures of life, pluck the rose in a
moment, and spend years in plucking out
the thorns. All these may fatter our pride,
but they can never add one thrill Of pure
Joy to our hearts-the pursuit of any may
make us wise, great, noble; but they can
never make US happy, can never bring to
the heart the realization Of that Joy, which
fancy paints, and the soul longs for. We
believe that happiness consists in loUe, the
hearts alteration of a kindred being, or the
souls alteration of a God. And no matter
whether the object be human or divine, the
exercise Of this attribute of our nature
brings to man, the sweetest joy earth af.
fords. Yet the pure love of noble hear,
must be holy; not the sick!y infantlc ado,
ration, founded upon the grosser passions
Of our nature, and dying with the gratifca
ton OF the desires that gave it life, but


"To feel that we adore,


TO such refined excess,


Thattho'the heart would break with more


We could not live with less"


To enshrne with in our hearts some deal
being as the idol of its affections; to selec
from the crowd some bright, lovely form
consecrate it as an altar on which we ofIe,
for acceptation, our purest thoughts, oul
brightest dreams, our highest aspirations