The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
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The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
American literature -- 19th century
unfrequently throws away its greatest blessings, or treats them with
contempt for long periods of time, permitted such important knowledge
to be entirely lost, the best, if not the only thing that can be
done, is to endeavor to restore it again.” Most excellent reasoning,
and practical enough for a better cause. How vast, how immeasurably
incalculable would be the results following the revelation of these
hidden mysteries, which formed but a trifling portion of the wonderful
and marvelous things to the investigation of which Felix had devoted
his life! The elixir of Paracelsus would effectually banish from the
world the innumerable nostrums now poured down the throats of the
public in torrents which threaten to supersede entirely the use of
nature’s beverage as a drink. The visitors to Florida would far exceed
in number and array the pilgrims to Mecca, or the deluded travellers
towards the holy waters of the Ganges. Fortunate Iduna! what a mighty
host of love-sick swains would woo thee! Who, then, would have reason
to lament over the terrible inroads of age? The pleasant and innocent
means now resorted to, with most commendable patience and perseverance,
to conceal its hated furrows and wrinkles, would be doomed to oblivion,
as things interdicted from human remembrance. The novelty of nature,
unadorned by such admirable arts, which many have been so anxious to
behold, would then be everywhere paraded to the popular gaze, and
habit would soon accustom us to its sight. Some inspired poet, then,
might sing a doleful requiem over rouge and pearl, and no loving
youth would be compelled to search a clear, unpainted, and unpowdered
spot whereon to kiss his lady-love. None, too, would then be moved to
re-echo the regret of Euripides,
“----That men should be deny’d
The gift of springing to a second youth,
A double age!”
And what might not be the salutary effects upon the world’s morality,
for could
“----We turn our steps, and tread again
The path of life, what slips we once had made
We would correct, and every cheating maze
Avoid, where folly lost our way before.”
Through these discoveries, so potent in their influence and wide in
their range, the world might possibly become stocked with a superior
order of men, and its wickedness cease to be a constant and an endless
subject of complaint. It would then be a delight to live in it amid its
general harmony and concord; and none would be made to appreciate the
feelings frequently expressed by a friend of mine, who always resolved,
whenever disgusted at the depravity now too common, to emigrate to
some uninhabited island, and commence the world anew, in imitation of
old Adam, firmly believing that he could raise a better brood.
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