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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 6, 1890)
54 BY ELLA HIOW'NSON. THE SEA. I Ion tin lee in tit' I mood and whim, Id reetlene lomiog, mid deeiie, or cr ; 1 Ion her when benealh tha eunlit air, Hhe chanta mellow dirje or peiceful hjmn While fir beyond the l;ihte grow tweet and dim. I Ion her when oioee the tide.lande bare Hhe bat, and breeke her heart in paaiion there i Or when with ureal ml Wled onto the brim With meddeet mirth, ilie ehakee her tawny heir, And Uinai her mlt blue arme-the while he einga An almoat becrh'tal long. So elronf , 10 tree ! Her teiy etrensth hae power to eaie my care, And her areat heart to my heart oomfort bringe, Above all thinge on oarth 1 lore the an. WEST SHORE. f an aneel and the black heart of a demon, child, with the innocent eyee i mQBt flendi8hiy callously cruel ,nchad and tore and later, too, i & deHghted attempt to manner, that little panting, -J- M eou,9 are lured, alasl-on to extricate the hook that had ure j interfe,e; there were several it, death. Interfere? -01 '" the cbnd, who would have laughed dainty, styli'lily f ned g hing bein! cruelty, and I tried to con- themselvesill at the "gte me to Buffer so keenly until the vince myself that it ""ly dead. But I know now that it stnigglewasalloveran th ' 'J yf w not nonsense at all. cans. &m 8uffering ntn that sometimes, while reading a long book, you Have you ever noticed hat BomM ith , attention from the will take it up .with een into Jm, very first word; while at o W th iDg a little, perhaps, read a few w ords j e kip a chair, look at the fire ana ypaglo! you remember not a Somehow, lately, 1 have begun to feel sorry for the preachers and for when you have ' T jn yQUr mindi and you fling the book aside in all those who try to encourage other heart anu w neip oiur along. Not that I imagine that the preachers care lor, or win prom uj, .j sympathy, but I mean that they shall nave n wiiemer uj Now only think! Tliey are human; they are liable to the same cares, trials, burdens, sorrows, temptations-most of all, to the same little every- 1 1 m.iiv aiiiwvlpa which are such severe strains man our tempers, alrenyth and nerves. Yet they must be always cheerful , 11 i, a hr jumble in your mind, ana you TtL wh e e that you read each with vigorous interest and keen alien Scritiise here and there. "J"" aimless manner. When the sunlight slants uru"Ku - -T" min our ten.,, .trench and nerves. Yet they must be always cheerful '"'"w " u " evM, He for a few moments and get andfairlybeamingwiththe 1! 11, ink ni in avnrv moment 01 1110 uay ur mum .v... , . , ia . tna nnnir 01 me. uuu 1 ...,. .... . nll,.,.. aside their own burdens and try nobly to lighten the burden of anothor; they must hide the tears in their own hearts while they dry the tears from other hearts; they must shrink from their own temptations while they reaion with others against theirs ; they must always be prepared to offer up a fervent prayer, though their hearts may be bursting with rebellious grief -do not tell me there is, or ever has been, a heurt that does not, iome lime In life, reliel-I will not believe it. And then-ah, nie-that thing we call tern ptation ! It comes to each one of us. Do not shake your head ; temp tation is not always vile and ugly; she may be gowned so beautifully you will not recognlie her at all ; she may look at you with clear, shining eyes, and reach to you a hand soft and dimpled as a child's; she may only ask you to neglect one duty for the sake of an hour's pleasure-but still she is temptation's own sell, and if you yield to her once she will come to you again, more boldly and more confidently, like one whom you distrust but can not avoid because you once in an idle moment spoke to him a word that you bitterly roient. Now, when care, or sorrow, or temptation comes to the preacher, who is theie to help liimT 0, 1 know you would reply that he receives comfort from a higher source; but, I tell you, when one is in trouble one lonRS to feel a human being near, a warm, strong hand to clasp and hold, a great, human heart throbbing with the same hopes, and fears, and paaslons. You and I, who are not supposed to know how to live with out guidance, may acknowledge our errors, our longings, our doubts, our passionate unrest; but he who guides us, who teaches us how to live, who prays lor us I ask you, would we not lose all our faith in him if he came to us and laid down his head, in a despair so like our own, and moaned : " 0, helpuie! Comfort me I am laltering, doubting, falling! All Is dark be fore me; friends have deceived me, love has betrayed me-ven heaven a. ems far away! UnA me a hand! Help me!" Would we not look at each other and say: " Is this the man who has been teaching 111 1 Who has held us to stand upright! Who has prayed for us, and encouraged us, and comforted us? Who is he that dared to preach to us? Why, he is no Iwtter than we! He has the same double, the same temptations, the same struggles he is as human as we! " Ah, that is it, dear liesrls-he is human. In that treat body called the 1.1 .i.u.k il.it.h i.f III mllliiuia n( naaaionatu heart Iwmtinir towtther: WUriM llllllH ...inn . ' " 1 o --r.- -- . of the millions of souls struggling lor the right, borne down olten, but rising again and crying out lor something to cling to, something to help them out. A young woman of wealth and position lately worked for two daya in a From the vilest sinner to the purest preacher, we are all struggling together Chicago tailor's shop as substitute for a consumptive girl, who could find no in the great body ol the world ; and the one that dares to say, " He is no one else to till her place while she enjoyed the needful holiday. One must Iwtter than I "he is the moat grievous sinner ol all, for Die judgment of sleep more happily after so noble and unBelBsh an act than after a day these shall be left to Clod. wasted by lounging in a hammock down by the " sounding sea." your mind clear anu your r.-- - . etly and cheerfully arise and face a new leaf in the book of 1 e. Don t ' . . .. .. 1 j -.. ol. Mr- WaiiRfl if vou lose vawn. and s gh, and loiter arouuu, mm uj ------ - Zen e of a pafee here and a page there, the whole book will be but a "0 you ; make each one count. The steady, faithful reader wall find a glorious sermon in the book ol life. At the Ascot races the toilettes of the ladies are said to be more splen did and more fantastic than at any other one " function of high society. This may be in modeit taste-mind, I do not say that it is-and yet I recall a young and innocent girl who was once allowed to attend the races, and whose attention was attracted by a woman in the distance who was conspic uous because of her elegant, but showy, attire, which fairly glittered and shimmered until it daziled one's eyes. "How beautifully that lady i dressed! " exclaimed the young girl, in fervent admiration. " My dear," replied a gentleman! who accompanied her, very earnestly, " I can not see the woman's face, but I know that she is not worthy that your pure lips should name her, or she would not be dresBed ' beautifully ' at races." Somehow I have always remembered that, and, although the idea in a very old-fashioned one, I believe that it ie worthy of resurrection, and I heartily recommend it not only to young girls but to women also : Do not ever dress in such a manner that the slightest mistake may be made in any one's judgment of you. Newport society is agitated over the question concerning the respective rights of Mrs. William Waldorf Astor and Mrs. William Astor to be known as " Mrs. Astor," each lady claiming all letterB so addressed. In America people are supposed to be distinguished from those bearing the same sur name by some peculiarity of Christian name or initial ; and what is the " rule" in Kngland has nothing to do with this country. The Aston dis play bad taste in disagreeing over so simple a matter; but even while one yawns and smiles over the absurdity of it all, one remembers that even in the iiiullest of country towns there are always two women who wrangle over and strivj for the position of " social leader." I never went " a Ashing," and 1 never saw a Ash drawn from the water unlit a year ago. One plearanl day I was wandering along an old, aban doned wharf when I tame Uwn a little girl of some eight or nine summers who was silling upon a roll of rupea, with her line cast Into the shining waters of l'uget Bound. As I drew near, she uttered a little shriek of fiend ish delight, and rapidly drew In hrr line, at the end of which, fluttering, throbbing, and gasping, was a beautiful, Hashing Ash. Then that little You may like a man, love him, hate him, or be indifferent to him, as the case may he; but you should be careful how you judge him it were better to leave that to tiod. Never trust a man who pretends to have no faith in women ; either he is a IojI who talks for effect, or he is a libertine who is to be shunned.
