The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1840-12-22
Moral and Eseli HOWs
THE SAVIOUR At THE WELL.

LIE 0hNIcCh "a ~ w '''A>'
How iustincvelv does the christian cling to eve
nv trait of humanity recorded in the history of his
divine Master They creaie an identity of feeling
that gives us bo'dness in petition, when like
him, we are suffering with the trials and temPta-
tons of earth.
The soothing how sinking into silence life
moving slowly through the torpid veins, and soft =
ening tho rigid muscles of the departed ; the whit
ened leper dropping his scaly covering at the COM
mnnd of the great Physician, and the furious demo
niac, "who wallowed foaming,' yielding himself
again ~ the tender influences OF humanity these
are the christians bulwarks which tell him that his
salvation wac wrought ont by no less hand than
that Of the Eternal One. But Jesus sleeping, Je-
sus weared, Jesus in tears, these gentler forms
In which he condescended infirmities 81 here
we recognize the "High Priest who be touch.
ed with a feeling of our infirmites " "Being wear
led with his Journey he sat on the we'll Those
toll worn limbs trembled from pure fatigue that
sacred head was bowed in ~eariness, and that ton
que from which flowed those rilIs of comfort
which refresh uoon day path, thirsted for
the cooling waters of the we'll of Sychar.
but, feow-traveiler weariod with the journey,
art thou not 'sittng by we'll ?" Hast thou not
dipped thy vessel into some fountain by the way.
or said TO another ''Give me to drink ?" In this
desert would the gayest seek some sparkling foun
tain at which to satisfy the craving want which
cries "Give give - the sadest, lonely spring
at which they may cool their burning eyelids,
And thou who drinkest Of the shining waters of
inauguration who losest the remembrance ofthe
MONDAY travel and the midnight darkness in the
sparkling cup Of 6ction, drink deeply-dream on ;
but behold the night cumeh when the fountain
may be no longer bright dream on, but the grace
full shadows mus, lose themselves in dark real
ity
And lhou, who being wearied with thy journey
has chosen that fountain, which has its source, and
dwelling place in the sympathles of the human
BOSOM and whose waters, like those of the wilder.
ness, need but branch from that tree "whose
leaves are for the nations, to make ihem sweet as
"the river that makes glad the city of our God"
/, lonely pilgr II, wonder not at thy choice, for
thy shelter is verdant, and thy cup inviting and
yet "the chord mast be loosed the pitcher mast
he broken, the wheel must be broken at the
The dust shall return to the Garth, it was, but
the spirit to God who gave it g."
But lonely mourner, clad in thy weeds of sorrow
where art thou sitting Victim of disappointed
hopes, towards what fountain art thou bending thy
footsteps Hew not out for yourselves again those
broken cisterns which hold water" but
with humble confidence approach that fountain
"oppened in Israel" and "whosoever will let him
take of the waters oflife freely !"
And thou, humble disciple like thv master.
wearied with thy journey come with me- and we
will seat ourselves beside the living waters which
well up from the depths of Saviours love The
way is weary the MONDAY sun has beaten upon
us The cold dews OF midnight might have hung
heavily upon garments, but let US rest
while by well more refreshing than the waters of
Sychar. And fear not that there will be sufficient
for thee and me, for The soeH is Deep deep as e.
ternty unlimited as nfinity New life will
pour itself through our languid frames and we will
go from "strengtb to strength till zach OF US sp.
peareth in Zion. "--Ep Recorder,