Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1862-01-08

Adelaide Anne Proctor.
PROVIDENCE. Il you want to see corfu-
sion apparently worse confoundea, 60 in,
to gcneral post Office. Bushels of let.
ters are tumbled around the great center
table. The nimbe hands Of the men catch
them up faster than you or can follow
them, and every letter is turned the right
way. After going through certain pro.
cesses they are thrown into leather bsgs
that are scattered all about the room. ac,
cording to their respective destinations
The morning comes, and the mails 90
out, and each one of that enormous pile
that seemed so tangled and confused hav.
ing special message and direction, takes
ltsown course. Though it seemed impos-
fibIo that they could reach the places for
"hlch they were intended, to north, and
south, and east, and west, through streams
s'nd over railroads. and one is dropped
IN this hamlet, another in that village,
and another in some other place, till they
are all properly distributed A million
letters 60 forth from this single point, and
Tot one fails to reach the person to whom
1t is addressed
Now the world il Gods great post.of>
flee, where everything is turmoil and an,
parent disorder; but there is a distribu.
tive hand of Providence by which all
things are disentanglcd. The issues and
results show that in the midst of this tu.
mutt and disorder there is a guiding pow,
"r When man really believes that, it
Is a wonderful comfort TO him while pass-
ing through the varied experiences of hu.
man life.
Religion comes TO teach US that above
every mans wisdom there is divine Prov,
'dence; that men are in this life not un.
watched nor uncarei for, but under a
Fathers eye and protection; that they are
provided for by Providence that takes
account even of the very hairs OF their
head
lake HoLO OF NY UAND.-"Take hold
Of my band" says the little one. when
she reaches a slippery rIace, or when some,
thing frightens her. With the fingers
olasped tightly around The parents hand.
she steps cheerfully and bravely along,
clineiag little closer when the way is
difficult. and happy in the beautiful
strength of childish faith.
"rake hold of my hcnd," says the
young convert, trembling with the eager.
ness of his love. Full well he knows that.
If he rely on any strength of his own he
will stumble and fall but. if the Master
Teach forth his hand he may walk with
unwearied foot, even on tbecrested wave.
The waters Of strife or of sorrow shall not
overvhelm him, if he but keep fast hold
Ofthe Saviour.
Take hold Of my hand" falters the
mother feeling that she is all to weak for
the great responsibilities that throng il
her path. Where shall she learn the
greatness Of the mission-the Importance
OF the field that has been assigned t9 her?
And learning it, how shall she fulfill it,
if she have not the sustaining, constant
presence Of One who loves his people?
Take hold ofmy hand" whispers the
aged one tottering on through the shadr
ows and SHOWS of many years. AS the
lghtS oI ear'h grow DINNER in the dis
lance ana as 'ne o'rNen'ng eye looks for
war" 10 see Il ne can discern the first
g!mmer OF the heavenly home, the weary
pilgrim cries out even as the child beside