The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1858-05-06

der sweetness, and who hang on the summer
OF life rs the summer sun sometimes hangs
in the western sky, mellowing half hemis-
phere with its radiance.
Morality must always precede and ac-
company religion, but religion is much more
than morality. You buy Japonica plant
and determine, in spite Of florists, to make it
blossom in your parlor. You watch and
tend it, and at length the buds appear. Day
by day you see them swell and you fondly
hope they will come to perfect flowers but
just as they should open, one after another
they drop off; and you look at it and de-
spairingly exclaim, All Is over for this
year." And say, "What the plant is
thrifty. Are not Japonica roots and branch
es and leaves good p Yes" you answer
"but do not care for them, bought it for
the blossom" Now, when we bring God
the roots, and branches, and leaves OF NOR
taity, lie is not satisfied. He wants the
blossoming of the heart and that is religion.
If the architect of house had one plan,
and the contractor had another, what con
ilicts would there be How many walls
would have to come down. how many doors
and windows would need to be altered be-
fore the two could harmonize OF the build.
ing of life, God is the architect, and man is
the contractor. God has one plan and man
has another. Is it strange that there are
clashngs and collisions!
TO christian who has lived oil his life
long in bondage unto fear not daring to be-
lieve himself child Of God, how sweet will
be the walking in Heaven. With great
dread and trembling he will approach the
death hour, and 60 down through chilling
mists and vapors to the unknown sea. And
when upon the other shore sweet strains
come to his ear, he will not understand them;
but, fair form after fair form will appear 10
greet him and at length, from the impearled
atmosphere, Gods wLo.e band of gather
ing and reaping angels, more in number than
the autumn leaves outstrcamng from the
forest when there are bursts of wind, will
come forth, filling all the air with music, and
minister unto him an abundant entrance into
the heavenly kingdom! II were almost
enough TO make ones heaven, TO stand and
see the first and wild stirring OF JOY in the
face, and hear the first rapturous cry a. they
cross the threshold.
A child lies in his little bed in some high
chamber OF an old castle and hears the air
growing in the chimney, and the prowling
ihiefwinds at the window, and the screams
of the spirits Of the air. The storm rocks
the walls and beats upon the roof, and be
shudders, and covers hls head, and expects
at every burst Of thunder that the castle
will go crashing to the ground. But down
in the room below, his father sits unmoved,
reading by the fire, only now and then, when
the tempest swells, be raises his spcctacles for
moment, and excaims, God help the poor
wretches on the sea tonight" or " hope no
belated Traveller is out in such storm a.
this," and then he turns to his book again.
la the morning the child hardly darcs to
look forth, lest the heavens and earth have
passed away; but the father only walks IN y
to his garden, to ace if some old tree has been
blown down, or some unpropped vine fallen
from the trells
In times Of peril and disaster, the CHRIS.
tian, through his faith and hope in God is
like the father by the fire, while he who has
no such trust is tormentcd with fear and ap-
prehensioD, like the child in the chamber.
/ Let him who will, swetcr 10 his phiiosophlc
anguish will rest in serenity ot Christian
hope.