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Two Infant’s Graves. '
gold and behold the I A m in his
mediatorial loveliness, and little
Martha and Robbie in their sweet
and attractive innocence. It could
not be tl^n, but by faith. But the
blessed anticipation • is worth more
than all fame and wealth. It is a
verged, in their total expression,,
Notes and Comments.
with a completeness which is full of
Bro. B. B. Tyley is evangelizing
suggestion as to their differences of
circumstances, race, association in the south.
temper. Both were men of the
Detroit, Mich., June 25, 7 addi­
poetic quality, men of imagination ; tions.—J. A. Harding, Winchester,
both were Puritans ; both of them
that no wealth can buy and no
power take away. Martha and
Robbie died before they reached the
first mile-stone in the life journey.
How glorious to die in innocence;
to fall asleep pure as snow; to be
gathered like rare • and delicate
flowers by angel fingers and trans
planted into the royal paradise of
our King. No chilling winds or
biting frosts * no pangs of heart
aches and tears and sorrows. One
brief look upon this active, toiling,
suffering and sighing throng, and
then to glory ever more. 1 The
world made brighter and better by
your presence, but no evil connected
with you. -You wounded not a
father’s bosom nor caused a mother’s
heart to bleed for sorrow. You
spread no cloud of sorrow over any
one’s sunshine lieaven: ■ You deft
not a trace of sin. Happy, thrice
happy, ye pure of the Lord.
at life, as a great total, full of far- stomach of a beer drinker is like
reaching relations ; both of them charity, because it has to “ endure
set above everything else the im­ all things.”
,
portance of conduct—of what Car­
Sir Rutherford Alcock says that
lyle called veracity and Emerson
called harmony with the universe« he saw more degredation and bru-
Both of them had^ the "desire, the tatityirrtoirdon,tm^dayTTrbm
passion, for something better,—the strong drink than he ever saw in 20
,
reforming spirit; an interest in the years in China.
destiny of mankind. But their va-
J. T. F. Carney and wife recently
nations of feeling were of the
held amecting at Barther Station,
widest, and the temperament of the
Ohio, resulting . in 16 additions.
one was absolutely opposed to the
Sister C. is quite an acceptable
temperament of the other. Both
preacher. Their home is at Vance­
were men of the greatest purity
burg.
and, in the usual sense, simplicity
of life ; each had a high ideal, each
Bro. Delauney writes under date
kept himself unspotted from the of June 12, that hts work is increas­
world. Their correspondence is to ing, and the outlook excellent. We
an extraordinary degree the record, should give liberally to this mission.
on either side, of a career with Reader, have you given any thing
which nothtng base, nothing Inter-- totely to the ’foreign work T If
ested, no worldly avidity, no vulgar not, why not ?
vanity or personal error, was ever
Green Clay Smith, minister of a
mingled—a career of public distinc­
tion and private honor. But with Baptist Church tn Louisville, is
these things what • disparities of spoken of as prohibition candidate
tone, of manner, of inspiration ’ for governor, against the whisky
“ Yet I think I shall never be killed party, headed by J. Proctor Knott,
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by my ambition,” Emerson writes the regular nominee of a Democratic
in a letter of the date of 1841. “ I convention.
behold my failures and shortcom­
The verdict of the Star Route
ings there in writing, wherein it
would give me much joy to thrive, jury is one of the most shameful on
with an equanimity which my record, except that of the jqry who
worst enemy might be glad to see. cleared N. L. Dukes, or Phil.
* * *
My whole philosophy— Thompson. Whisky is at the bot­
which u very real—-teaches acqui­ tom of all this perjury. One of the
escence and optimism. Only when Star Route dummies fainted be­
I see how much work is .to be done, cause his supply of alcohol was cut
what room for a poet—for any off. For the government to entrust
spiritualist—in this great, intelli­ so important a case in the hands of
gent, sensual and avaricious^Amer- drunken simpletons is shameful.
ica„ I lament my fumbling fingers
Secretary Folger is credited with
and stammering tongue.” Emerson
speaks the word in that passage; a doubts to whether the Whisky tl
he Was an optimist, and this in Export Association, which is send­
spite of the fact that’he was the in­ ing bonded whisky to Bermuda, is ||
spiration of the considerable body anything more than a scheme to
of persona who at that time, in New defraud the Government. He has
England, were seeking a better submitted the question to the At­
way. Carlyle, on the other hand, torney General.— Ex.
To defraud the government is no
was . a pessimist—a pessimist of
pessimists—and this great differ­ strange thing for the rum and ruin
ence between them includes many parly to do. Any scheme they may
of the others— I henry Jamef, Jr., in devise is only to further their pecu­
niary interests, who or whatever it
the June Century.
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may injure. And yet we have
Send for sample copies of Mis­ statesman who use their entire in­
sionary Tidings, Indianapolis, In­ fluence to further the interests of
diana.
the whisky party.
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It is well to pause ever and anon
along life’s stadium and look upon
the way-marks and ponder their
meaning. They may .. be solemn
lessons, but we can not but be ben-
efitted by them. The little mounds,
neath which repose the last remains
of some dear and departed ones,
mark sacred places to us on this
green sward, and sad but sweet
moments in the great • cycles of
time. ’
When we cover these little bodies
with the clods of the valley, why
should we—children of God that
we profess to be—shed over them
tears of grief ? Why should we
utter cries of anguish ?
Why
should we turn away from the
fresh made mound^with sinking
hearts and streaming eyes ? Shall
I say, Because we are weak ? be­
cause we are not yet walking in
the golden rays pf the full orbed
Son of righteousness ? Sacred as
are those sorrows and loth as we
are to breathe once against them,
we must confess that in the pres­
ence of death we stand shorn of all
human strength. When we stand
face to face with the universal
leveler, we can, on our human side,
do nothing but fear and tremble.
Ono evening in May when the
sun had set in all his golden glory,
and the moon was- smiling benig-
nantly on us, the whip-poor-will
was carrolling his plaintive song,
the blue-bells and prim-roses were
making the zephyr sweet with per­
fume and the gentle sheep and
docile kine were grazing on the
lawn, we finished a piece of farm
work near the old “ family burying
ground.” We were tired but happy.
At peace with all mankind, trying
to earn Qur bread by the sweat of
our brow, and having a good con­
science we had no cause to be sad
or dreary.
Having heard many incidents of
‘¿ghosts in graveyards ” in youth,
like Burns, we felt an instinctive
fear coming Over us. Putting it
aside we. walked beside two graves.
With uncovered head we looked
upon them and then up to the vast
' starry host of heaven, washing to
peer into the walls of the city of
Fault-Finding.
The fault-finding spirit is so
prevalent that it needs to be
checked. If we but think for a
moment, this is the entire stock in
trade of infidels, and we should be
careful to avoid their spirit. A
paragraph is going the rounds in
reference to Carlyle’s crabedness
towards his wife, which certainly
is not creditable to its publishers.
Men can certainly engage in better
business. But not satisfied witfi
trying to defame Carlyle the Chris­
tian-Evangelist seems restless over
the fair and hard won fame of
Dickens. It says
Mrs. Charles Dickens’ experience
with a genius for a husband, was
even more unhappy than poor Mrs.
Carlyle’s. To a friend she once
remarked : “ I suppose the world
needs a few geniuses to live in it;
but it’s a dreadful fate to have to
live with one of them.” The man,
whether of high or low degree, whu
is a “ body of death to a good
woman, is unworthy of popular ad­
miration.
The following from one who is
better qualified to speak puts the
matter in quite a different light:
C arlyle and E merson C on ­
trasted .—With several qualities in
common, Carlyle and Emerson di-
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