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formerly of Worcester, now comes there was a subdued cheer for But when standing, myself, wife deposit, with a brief service, her
and others around her dying bed, hotly in the grave to Wait the
ten miies to church these wihter Oregon, and joining hands
afternoons. We heard the same danced like the elves in the M d- I could hot but say, the way is resurrection mom ; but we can say 1 ,
How peaceful thy slumbers ; how si-
sweet story of the Savior’s birth as summer Dream ” around the ol«l rouvh an«l difficult ; pain and
lent the tomb,
but the sarround- tree that shadowed the forge of the anguish shakes the frail alxxle, anti
The Cam- the anxious spirit takes its flight Bereft of its loneliness ; free from all
mgs were very <
so pitiful that we should l>e so few,
shall rest, till the morning
in so laige a city with no. place to when Christ church began to ring sions of agonizing nature; but, a
meet except a public.hall. A young its Christinas chimes and our last, another fact was before us; And then in white robes, shall ascend to
we looked upon the placid brow,
lady from Rock Creek, Ohio, who Christmas eve was over.
This morning Prince and I at- the closing eye, the still and motion
Pray for our aged brother who ‘
attending the conservatory of
music, handed in her letter^ and the tended the Christmas services at less form of the «lying saint, as is naw left to the loneliness of a
remarks of the gray haired elder Christ church. It is a y ery old without a struggle or a groan she broken anti sad home, till the
seemed very touching to me. They church and the one which Wash- sank gently to rest, kk e a clear Master shall say, “ Son, thy work
san", too, Annie Herbert’s beauti- ington attended in Cambridge. and cloudless sun, as he ends his is done, come up higher, enter thou
ful song, “ When the mists have How strange it is to have such race, and sinks in quiet grandeur into the joy of thy Lord.”
All is well, and general good
rolled in splendor,” which I had not lovely weather at Christmas in New beneath the western hills. But, in
htar«l since Bro. Lucas sang it in
our own little church just before
S. M. H urbard .
we came away. Saying good by
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to our new found friends we came we all went skating this afternoon, the soul to l»ear triumphantly that
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out upon the crowded street an«l is many inches thick. My skating trying hour of death. “The sting of
death is sin, and the strength of sin with many other denominations,
going a little farther entered King’s
Chapel where they were singing the shore watching the sunset and is the law ; but thanks be to God but this must suffice.
Christmas carols. Lovlier decora the merry groups upon the ice who giveth us the victory through
It is clearly evident that our
tions could scarcely be imagined
theories a I »out these things which
than the evergreen draping every
are taught, are made the bone of
where in the interior of the old out spoiling the fun or breaking or Cephas ; or the world, or life, or contention, and not the things them
stone church. A large" uditte star - -my h^qd T am realizing " May deatluL in- things present, or things selves. Our theories an«l systems
,nd ye are are not essential to salvation. So
glistened among the green near the your Christmas be happier thah~a~ tcrcumey
ceiling at the farther en«l from Queen’s,” but all day I’ve been Christ’s, and Christ is. God’s,” said we are dividecT abouT tfiat^vhich is----
which we entered, and after the thinking of the boy who sends such .the Apostle Paul. The Christian not essential to our salvation. All
high pew doors had been opened loving messages from “ Auntie’s glorifies God by his death as well this is done in the face of God’s
and the crowd bail passe«l out, we little lover,” of all those whom 1 as by his 'life. Yeh, death is life’s plain condemnation of it. That —
wandere«! about the church reading love, and who I know are every true echo, its note of praise in t|^at God has a grand system, we affirm ;
the inscriptions an«l examining the night praying for the alisent one. universal chorus, which heaven and but that any denomination has
old Bibles an«l prayer books. We To H erald readers, one and all, I earth, and all that in them is, are fully embraced that system, we
dined at G P. M. at the Parker send the kindest remembrance as a ever sounding forth to the majesty deny.
and glory of God. If such be
house, and at 7 o’clock were in our Christmas greeting.
No reference is made to what a...
death to the Christian, it does not certain class of writers, who we do
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seats at Music Hall awaiting a long
close the work of life, it only gives not wish to imitate, calls innova
expected , treat in the Christmas
Letter from Bro. Hubbard.
new forms to the mode of its tions. With this petty cry we have
rendition of Handel’s oratoriQ of
Goti says, “ All his no sympathy, for there is no excuse
the “ Messiah,” by the Handel and
A mity , O r ., Jan. 15, 188.3.
works shall praise him, and his for it. We hol«l that in matters
Hadyn Society of Boston. It
Bro. J. F. Floyd :
saints shall bless him.” Hence,
seemed a fitting ending of the «lay
For about two weeks I have Paul said, “ 1 That with all boldness of expediency, we should have and
to hear repeated that “ sweet story
suffered fearfully at times with my Christ might be magnified- in his allow the largest liberty possible,
of old ” we had been hearing all
head, but am quite free from pain body whether it l>e by his life or consistent with what is revealed.
day. Those of you who remem l>er
There is only one class of dan
at this moment.
death.” “That no man dieth to gerous innovationists among us—
the illustrated story in Wide
Two weeks ago to-day Sister E. himself or herself, but whether we
Awake some time ago alx>ut the
C. Williams sai«l to me," Bro. Hub- live ’or die, we are the Lord’s.’ those who cry “ unsound progress,”
poor lx>y listening to the “ Mes
hard, I am going home; pray for “To live was Christ, to «lie was &c. No such cries were made by
siah ” from a seat under the Apollo
me;” an«i to-day, at 2 P. M., her gain.” “ Precious in the sight of any apostle or true disciple in
in the second balcony will have a
spirit left its earth-home, to be the Lord is the death of his saints.’ ancient «lays.
better description of it than I could
The first thing to be accom
with Christ. Yes, Sister Williams Go«l is glorified by whatever serves
ever give you. I recognized M usic
who, with her husband, is so well to manifest his character, and com plished is to lay aside every sys
Hall from the story the first time 1
known among the Christian municate his will to men. Hence, tem, every theory ; at least to lay
saw it. Wecame out just before the
She has the death of his saints does this in aside all those that conflict with
last chorus to avoid the crowd and brotherhood, is dead.
our highest spiritual interests. This
walked down across the Common gone to her rest, and her works do a manner deeply solemn anti am good leaven is alrca«ly working, and
to catch a car for Harvard Square follow her, for “ Blessed are the pressive to the attentive observer. will work till we receive that
It was not very cold, the sky clear dead who die in the Lord.” She Death, to the Christian, then, is a which alone is essential to salva
and. the moon an«l stars so bright will be missed at church, and in the rich inheritance. All of Christ’s tion.
they shame«! the thousands of gas society in which she moved. We can frown down the terrors of the
We ask a patient reading, and a
and blue electric lights. Old Cam- shall see her no more at the Lord’s tomb, because “ They are dead, and general investigation of the sug
7 , bridge was silent as- we came up table apd at prayer meeting. She thus life is hid with Christ in God, gestions in this short, hasty paper.
the-street to this pTeasant home, has gone to the saints eternal and, when he, who is our life, shall We propose to follow this with
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but I am ; afraid we were not so hofne ‘
appear, than.&halt we appear with
Tromr " hr 0^er
» general and
silent as we ouglit to .have beeh‘ “ Where paltoa, and robes, and crowns him in glory,” our F Ka^y
among these classic shades, for as
ne’er fade ;
we came up the slippery street And, all our joy« me one.’’
TQ-awrow4 at 3 P. X., we shall