John Nagle's philosophy . g in this snow came down fast and furious, but re-mained where it fell, and the country roadswere smooth, glassy and level, a delight to thetraveler. There is between Meeme andSchleswig, Manitowoc county, Wisconsin, aforest, the most extensive in the county, thesurface broken with deep ravines and ruggedhills. A good road runs through this woodand a ride over it, on Wednesday last, wereworth ten years of humdrum life. At a dis-tance, it looked like an immense orchard in blos-som, and one could almost fancy the windswere laden with the fragrance of May. Everyt
John Nagle's philosophy . g in this snow came down fast and furious, but re-mained where it fell, and the country roadswere smooth, glassy and level, a delight to thetraveler. There is between Meeme andSchleswig, Manitowoc county, Wisconsin, aforest, the most extensive in the county, thesurface broken with deep ravines and ruggedhills. A good road runs through this woodand a ride over it, on Wednesday last, wereworth ten years of humdrum life. At a dis-tance, it looked like an immense orchard in blos-som, and one could almost fancy the windswere laden with the fragrance of May. Everytwig was wreathed with garlands of filmy snow,with a delicate bordering of embroidery gather-ed from the humid atmosphere by the fairytouch of the Frost King. The evergreens drooped beneath their loads, forming beautifulcanopies, fitting bowers for some fair was a suggestion of peace in the wholescene, of purity, and an expression of beautynow seldom encountered since the flowers ofthe forest are a wedc away/. MUSIC THAT IS ETERNAL. There is no person who is not, to some de-gree, a lover of music, and, in all stages of civi=lization, musical instruments, of some kind, havesoothed troubled feelings, or aroused it is a singular fact, that those melodies whichbecome most popular have in them somethingthat touches the deeper emotions. A humor-ous song is short lived. It may amuse but itleaves none of that indescribable thrill that mayproperly be called the ecstasy of the soul. Asong must have soul to be immortal. Theplaintive airs of the negroes, as touching intheir sadness as they are beautiful in theirsimplicity, will last as long as melody hasthe power to please. The words may be, in-deed generally are, a meaningless Jumble, butthe music is of such exquisite beauty, so clear-ly a product of the heart, that it has the powerof touching that organ and making an impres- sion, which, like the memory of the dead, issweet from its sadness. Men, instinctively,
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