Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-09-19

of the proprietor than of the purchaser
nevertheless, it is good pennysworth.
LORDS PIAYI1.
This is an authentic prayer which
Christ set as model, not as q form. IL
is set before the human family. tits the
universal prayer. Besides it. simplicity.
its depth, its comprehensivsnes, 3, It's mai.
esty, there have gathered about this trans
parent model extensive interests. For
now near two thousand years, it has been
the prayer Of all christians. 1t was spo.
ken by Christ. 1t was remembered and
used by the Apostles. Their disciples
adoptedit. 1t became universal prayer.
1t has livrd 10th in the pure and corrupt
church. While the learned and cultured
felt its significance, and breathed it forth
as a part Of their daily devotion, the
poorest laborers, the most ignorant chris
tian servants were also touched by it. and
comforted. 1t was imbedded into the
cong glomerate liturgies of the church and
while in magnificent cities, and from the
recesses of grand cathedrals it was utters 1
by gorgeous priests, amidst the smoke
OF incense, the chanting choirs, il still re-
tanned it's simplicity, it's depth, its split
uality. This sweet prayer lay amidst the
Romish rural like some little lake amidst
mountains, piled up about it, oversrown
with rank luxuriance. and full Of the pomp
ofthe seasons, while the lake lay II anquilly
rejecting heaven it its bosom.
But while cathedrals hstene to il, so
~ -
fed trembling and persecsted Christians
from the wroth of corrupted hierarchs of
corrupted religion. This prayer has
Sci we'd its benignant purpose in oil Ian
guages and under every sky. Would
you run eagerly to behold the spot where
some memorable battle was fought
Would you turn aside and feel your heart
stirred when standing upon the spot
where Milton wrote his mighty epic,
Would you feel the shadows Of old days
osering about you, were you to stand
in Milton's old church, or university
room! Would you reverently stand, as
| did, upon the place whers Jonathan
Edwards, q missionary among the Stock
bridge Indians, rote his mastery trea-
tise upon the Willl All these are men
tai states most natural to noble natures
that feel themselves spoken TO and re-
buked for their littleness in every spot
where some great heart has lived and
spoken to and inspired to heroism in ev-
cry place where great and imperishable
deeds have happened.
What then shall one feel in the pres
ence OF this blessed prayer. 1t is the
Lords prayer. 1t has been the prayer
of the universal church. 1t was that
our mother taught us. 1t was the sacred
sentences Of this prayer that first opened
our infant lips with the language of devo-
ton. 1t is dear to our memory. Ii is
full of the mists and budding desires Of
childhood. 1t is perfumed with parents
love. 1t is full OF suggestions Of home,
brother and sister and mother. 1t was
the cucntng prayer. When the sun had
gone down, when shadows stretched
themselves forth more widely, when tho
evening star hung silent over the herizon,
when evening insects were full of chirp-
ings, and the belated bat flung himself
noiselessly about for his food, then, in the
day, bended before q mothers knee, with
little hands innocently put together, and
held in hers, with stammering repetition
we echo with our child's voice, the soft,
low voice of mother as she uttered with
love and awe this divinest prayer.
II is, therefore, sS sacred as use, as
love, as memoi y, as devotion, as the hope
of heaven, and the love Of goodness can
make it! No using will wear it away.
1t is like the atmosphere. Stones crum-
bic under continual footsteps, the hardest
wood will wear under the softest hands
that do ply it for years: but one may rush
through the air for ever, and it cannot be
chaied or worn. 1t has recovering force
like fabled spiritual natures, when
wUr1ded, with Intent power to heal itself.
Ard like that ethereal sunht atmosphere
is tlis divine prayer, that remains fresh
in c' erlaSting youth; no utteling can make
it ;iite, no frequency can wear it out, no
re- ttions can tire the soul of it. 1t be-
gi !, life with US, it goes through life
de-. ,r at every period; and when age b.
81 ; 70 SILVER and tremble among our de-
CO !! g boughs, this is that which, like
I'll .msel sought out for David, lies i'm
o. osom, and lends us warmth, and
b. 4 >nes another life into our decaying
H., Henry Ward Beecher.
- An Irish bricklayer was one day
b: IA ut to the Edinburgh infrmary
ST -ly injured by fall from a house
tc., The medical man in attendance
az the sufferer at what time the acci-
d. ccurred! "Twoo clock, yer honor, -
W., he reply. On being asked how be
ca to fix the hour . accurately, be
al , red, Because l saw the people ut
dir r, through a window, as I was CON-