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to read, that even familiar words might , if those who gather, who dwell there, glow again with new beauty and come were thus able to aid in that communion with new force upon every repetition. of soul with soul, which consists in the
Much of our reading is strained and reproduction of the best thoughts of the unnatural, consequently becomes dis- gifted and master minds of all the ages tasteful, but as a good conversationalist of the past? And would not love for never tires the listener, so a good reader thought, for literature, for art, for poetry, being natural, becomes so absorbed in for science, for history, for revelation and identified with his topic or reading, and inspiration, be wonderfully increased that individuality is most dormant when and be better appreciated by a faithful most active, and the words or thoughts rendering of the spirit of the great of others meet their best and warmest in original. terpretation.
Let, then, our young men, our young Who would not like that good readers ladies, learn to read, to read aright, to should be increased in number? Who read well, to read intelligently, to read is there that is not fascinated by the aloud-to others. So shall all these well rendered music of our mother minds absorb of the influence which was tongue? Who would not like so fine an ever gathered around the written thought; accomplishment, as a permanent feature then reading will not be among the lost of the domestic circle? Would not or unknown arts, but it will be as good every hearthstone, every home, have one eternally, “a thing of beauty and a joy more satisfying and enjoyable attraction for ever!”
H. W. Naisbitt.
And Eve, with modest, measured pace,
Steps up the western sky,
The pious mortal rests;
Within unholy breasts.
What, then, if pealing thunders roll,
If lightnings flash afar;
The elemental war.
Bright summer comes along the sky,
And paints the glowing year; Where'er we turn the raptured eye,
Her splendid tints appear.
To gratitude and heaven,
From whom those charms are given?
Man worships not alone;
And wafts it to Thy throne.
The groves' sequestered walks,
And dumb creation talks.
Her golden journey takes;
And animation wakes;
And bends the grateful knee,
New light, and life, and Thee!
And shoots his piercing eye;
'Tis but to him a parent's voice,
That blesses while it blames;
And life and health proclaims.
That soothes the wearied mind;
The comfort of mankind.
O, thus may heaven and holy peace
Smooth soft the rocks of age;
And tear its blotted page:
Till storms no more or tempests rage,
And death's dark vale I see;
But leads to heaven and Thee! Hunt.
to view a few of the curses and mischiefs
which follow an abuse of it. A MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Let us not forget to set a better ex
ample, when we see the slanderer dip his JUNIUS F. WELLS,
raven's quill in gall to blot the fair fame EDITOR AND PUBLISHER. of some innocent person. Let us weep,
for so will the heavens do, when the
great men of the earth write their glory Two Dollars a Year, In Advance. in the tears of the fatherless and the Single Copy, Twenty Cents.
widow. Let us mourn while this world's
vanity is written for deception, in letters SALT LAKE CITY,
JUNE, 1881. of gold. But enough, for the wicked are
writing their own death-warrant, and the WRITING LETTERS.
hail of the Lord shall sweep away the The following interesting article on the refuge of lies. We, as the disciples of above subject was first published in the
the blessed Jesus, are bound by every Evening and Morning Star in 1832. It
consideration that makes religion a was incorporated in the history of the blessing to the inhabitants of the earth,
while we Prophet Joseph Smith, and if not written
see this exalted privilege by him, at least had his endorsement and abused, to set a more noble example: to
do our business in a more sacred way, approval. It is deserving the attention of readers of the CONTRIBUTOR, who and, as servants of the Lord, that would should remember that this magazine is
be approved in all things, hide no fault published expressly to encourage them
of our own, nor cover any imperfection
in others; neither offend lest we bring in the art of writing, and that its mission is to develop the literary talent of the
reproach upon the great cause of our
Eternal Father. rising generation of Latter-day Saints.[EDITOR.]
It is pleasing to God to see men use
the blessings which He gives them and The art of writing is one of the great- not abuse them. For this reason if the est blessings we enjoy. To cultivate it Saints abide in the faith wherewith they is our duty and to use it is our privilege. | have been called, the earth shall yield By it the thoughts of the heart can act her increase, and the blessings of heaven without the body, and the mind can speak shall attend them, and the Lord will turn without the head, while thousands of to them a pure language, and the glory miles apart, and for ages after the flesh of God will again be among the righteous has mouldered back to its mother dust. on earth. All things are for men, not Beloved reader, have you ever reflected men for all things. Beloved brethren, on this simple, this useful, this heavenly before we can teach the world how to do blessing? It is one of the best gifts of right, we must be able to do so ourselves. God to man, and it is his privilege to en Therefore, in the love of Him who is aljoy it. By writing, the word of the Lord together lovely, whose yoke is easy and has been handed down to the inhabitants whose burden is light, who spake as of the earth from generation to genera never man spake, let us offer a few ideas tion. By writing, the inventions and on this subject for the consideration of knowledge of men have been received, such as mean to love their neighbors as age after age, for the benefit of the world. themselves, for the sake of righteousBy writing, the transactions of life, like ness and eternal life. the skies over the ocean, are spread out Never write a letter to a friend or foe, upon the current of time, for the eyes of unless you have business, which cannot the rising multitudes to look upon. And be done as well in some other way; or, unwhile we are thus summing up some of less you have news to communicate, that the blessings and enjoyments which re is worth time and money. In this way you sult from this noble art, let us not forget will increase confidence and save postage.
Never write anything to a friend or foe heart. If you write what you are ashamed that you are afraid to read to friend or to have printed, you are partial; if you foe, for letters from a distance, especially write what would offend virtue, you have one or two thousand miles, are sought for not the spirit of the Lord; and if you with great anxiety; and as no one is a write what would wound the weakheartperfect judge of men and things, you are ed, you are not feeding the Lord's lambs, liable to misrepresent yourself, your and thus you are not doing to others country, your friends and your enemies, what you would have them do to you. and put in the mouths of the honest, as The only rule we would give to regulate well as the dishonest, a lie, which truth, writting letters is this: Write what you in her gradual but virtuous way, may not are willing should be published in this contradict till your head is under the world, and in the world to come. Would silent clods of the valley.
to God that not only the disciples of Never write anything but truth, for Christ, but the whole world were willtruth is heavenly, and like the sun, is al- ing to follow this rule. Then the comways bright, and proves itself without mandments would be kept, and no one logic, without reasons, without witnesses, would write a word against the Lord his and never fails. Truth is of the Lord God. No one would write a word and will prevail.
against his father or mother. No one Never reprove a friend or foe for faults would write against his neighbor. No in a letter, except by revelation; for, in one would write a word against the the first place, your private intentions, be creatures of God. No one would need they ever so good are liable to become write a word against anything but sin; public, because all letters may be broken and then the world would be worth living open, and your opinion only on one side in, for there would be none to offend. of the question, can be scattered to the four winds; and he to whom you meant LABOR. A certain degree of labor good receives evil; and you are not and exertion seems to have been allotted benefitted. Again we can hardly find
us by Providence, as the condition of language, written or spoken on earth, at humanity. “In the sweat of thy brow this time, that will convey the true mean shalt thou eat thy bread:” this is a curse ing of the heart to the understanding of which has proved a blessing in disguise. another; being thus liable to be mis And those favored few who, by their rank understood you may cause pain, and, to
or their riches, are exempted from all exuse an old simile, bleed an old sore by
ertion, have no reason to be thankful for probing it for proud flesh, when it only the privilege. It was the observation of needed a little oil, from the hand of the this necessity that led the ancients to say, good Samaritan, in person, to heal it. "the gods sold us everything, but gave us No matter how pure your intentions may nothing.” Water, however, which is one be; no matter how high your standing is, of the great necessaries of life, may, in you cannot touch man's heart when absent general, be gratuitously procured; but it as when present. Truly you do not cast has been well observed, that if bread, the your pearls before swine, but you throw other great necessary of human life, could your gold before man, and he robs you be procured on terms equally cheap and for your folly. Instead of reproof give easy, there would be much more reason good advice; and when face to face, to fear that men would become brutes for rebuke a wise man and he will love you;
the want of something to do, rather than or do so to your friend, that, should he philosophers from the possession of leisbecome your enemy, he cannot reproach And the facts seem to bear out the you; thus you may live, not only un theory. It all countries where nature does spotted, but unsuspected.
the most, man does the least; and where Never write what you would be she does but little, there we shall find the ashamed to have printed; or what might utmost acme of human exertion.--Coloffend the chastest ear or hurt the softest ton.
JUNE. “'The month of roses and of love." long ago the nightingale sang in the day DELIGHTFUL, indeed, is this beautiful time, like other birds, but, that once in a month. The fragrance of roses fills the warm night of May, when the vine was air and the breath of summer sweetness growing quickly, a bird of this species pervades hill and dale, grove and wood went to rest upon a vine and fell asleep land. It is the time of singing birds. there; and while he slept, the tendrils grew The nests are built, and in happy rest very fast, and as they grew, they twined fulness they make sweet melody. All about his tiny legs and held them, so day long the larks in the meadows peal that when the morning came he could forth glad notes and around the dwelling not get away, though his comrades came places of men the swallows twitter to help him. The poor bird died in this dreamily. The whippoorwill at this miserable situation, and his comrades season of the year, chants his mournful were so impressed by what they had lay; but of all the songsters of forest seen, that they dared no longer to go to or field, the nightingale possesses the sleep at night, but watched in fear of the most potent charm. All night long same fate, and sang to keep each other she sings melodiously, perched upon awake.” This is a sort of innocent some slender bough, swayed by the superstition, and yet the peasants, it is passing breeze, then she sits and warbles said, speak of it to one another in low a marvelous variety of notes in weird and tones as though it were a secret. There tender cadences, telling, as it were, her are a number of traditions among the “love tales to the moon.” A conscious- peasantry of different countries concernness of the poetry of music is awakened | ing the nightingale. One oriental train the heart as one listens to this famous dition is that there is a bird language songstress, and emotions of sympathy, which is understood by some persons, such as one can comprehend but can that there is a peculiar mysticism in it
, never express, emanate from the soul of and that they who understand bird-lore, the listener, as this nighi bird pours forth must not communicate it until they are her sweet minstrelsy of magnificent elo about to die, and then to only one memquence. Much has been written by the ber of their own family, as a sort of enfinest authors of the exquisite music of tailed legacy. It is possible these trathe nightingale. The emotional song of ditions are a relic of heathen mythology, this bird breathes the very spirit of but "there are more things in heaven poesy and love, and one listens, breath- and earth” than can be actually demonlessly entranced, as it were, to the won strated by positive knowledge. derful quavers and roundelays, just as The music of the waters is another the lover listens to the vows of his charm of nature which heightens the inamorata. The balmy summertime is keen sense of enjoyment. The running laden with a complete fulness of ineffable brooks babble and laugh, the voices delights. Nature seems to have burst frequently dying away in prolonged silforth in myriad graces, an effusion of very ripples of joyous echoes. In fact, beauty, which bespeaks love throughout nature, at this season, has put on her the universe; especially is the summer fairest garments, and the whole earth is night adapted to sweet interchange of garlanded in beauty. Everywhere the thought and feeling. Byron says: eye
penetrate, the landscape “It is the hour when from the boughs stretches out before us in magnificent The nightingale's high note is heard; splendor. It is the hour when lovers' vows
"Go abroad, Seem sweet in every whispered word."
Upon the paths of nature, and, when all There is a pretty legend of the night Its voices whisper, and its silent things ingale among the peasantry in the south
Are breathing the deep beauty of the world, of France: “They say and believe that Kneel at its simple altar."
285 These lines by N. P. Willis are touch- charm, opening up avenues of tenderingly beautiful. God seems nearer to ness where all seemed cold, and hard, us at such times and in such places, and barren of emotion! The most acand our hearts instinctively reach out ceptable of all offerings from the lover after the infinite, and seek to grasp the to his sweetheart is a fower, a vine, or unknown, and faith like an intuitive in plant; these seem to convey more depth spiration whispers to us of God. A of sentiment than aught else. Every morning in the woods or fields, a talk person, or every lover of nature, has with nature, joining in
the general preferences, and the ancient Greeks chorus of birds and waterfall, or silently “believed the gods must have them communing with trees and flowers, listen also.” Thus that the vine was esing between the brief pauses of insects pecially beloved by Bacchus, the poplar humming, or the lowing of herds and by Hercules, the myrtle by beautiful flocks, to catch the key of symphony, is
Venus, and the laurel by Phæbus. calculated to give us a deeper note of But Phyllis amat corylos–Phillis loves intense sympathy with nature, connect hazels—and so long as Phyllis shall love ing the elements of the globe on which hazels, neither the myrtle nor Apollo's we live, and all the creatures which laurel shall surpass them.” The Roman dwell thereon, by some mysterious link, poet had a love for sylvan nature, we to the soul of man, and rendering him are told, and from the writings of Virgil nobler from the inter-dependence. and others, we are ourselves convinced.
The language of Aowers has always But this is an inexhaustible subject, been associated in the human mind with and as the summer has come, the lover the sentiments of love and friendship, in of nature may go forth upon the hills, brief, with affairs of the heart. There is and in some shady nook or pleasant re
endless variety of flowers that treat, enjoy to his heart's content, the it is an inexhaustible subject to touch real, full bloom of leafy June. There is upon. And, in fact, we know so little beauty in nature outside of human needs, really about flowers, except as “a thing which finds that it is too deep for any of beauty and a joy forever,” that one expression, save silence. hesitates
to speak individual thoughts. I have sometimes thought that flowers Pansies thoughts! "The fair
a heritage bequeathed to Eve Ophelia” said, “There's rosemary, that's
when she was shut out from Paradise, to for remembrance; pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, that's for
compensate some little for the loss of all
the perfection of bloom that existed thoughts."
Pansy is the French word in the “Garden of Eden." There is pensée, and in France, pensée or pansy as certainly a fascination, an atmosphere we term
it, “is associated only with about them that brings remembrance tender thoughts." The association of of happier things, and who knows flowers with love is as old as love itself
. “Perhaps 1
but in permitting us
come here began to love thee,” the and forget our first estate, flowers Cyclops says to Galatea, “when first thou
are the souvenirs heaven vouchsafed to camest with my mother to gather hya
us—the symbol of love. Amethyst. the hill."
How many precious flowers of sweet fragrance, wild
God is on the side of virtue; for whoare carefully hidden away in some old book, whose leaves are sel
ever dreads punishment, suffers it; and dom turned, except in remembrance of
whoever deserves it, dreads it.
O, this im We should always do the best we can passioned human feeling which fanci
in the circumstances in which we are fully clings to us in all conditions of life, placed, not idly dreaming of the great finding silent expression in a simple things we would do if they were differflower, or an exquisite leaf, thrilling our ent. Those who would do much else
as by a magic
a magic where accomplish little anywhere.
these tender mementoes.
hearts involuntarily as by