Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1863-05-02

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I'VE suppose that there must come 70 oil
OF Us Just as the storms aud nights come 10
she year, hours Of sorrow aud anguish Of
SOU, ,---hours 10 which there rs no swee,
light Of the ssn, nor even the faint far glim
mering OF The stars--hours in which we
look on all sides, and there is none to help
For there Ia no time when we,feel how nj
terly alone we sre--bow far of and power
lcss Is earthly love or shield, as We do in
some great shock aud surge Of anguish
which sbakes the center Of our souls, and
sweeps over them, as The spring freshe's
sweep over the banks, burying under their
chill and darkness oil hope and joy, and
beauty. Sorrows are then so heavy. and
bard to be borne. that II seems they can
never pass away; the soul shtinks from its
burdens and stands at the window whose
only outlook Is landscape Of darkness and
despsi,i
And yet as The very winter is lost and
totgot on In the sunshine and singing of the
birds, so the bitterness of these snrrows
passes away, the sugnsh which drank up
Tor awhile the very springs Of our life aud
hope, Is slowly healed. God, who Numbers
the hairs of our head, sends his angel TO
comfort rs, and lol there is the soft. faint,
gray light in the east, and then the tender
hush. and at last ibe daylight agaiu-the
strong, blessed, rejoicing daylight.
Reader, IL is useless TO make up our
minds to having simply good time" in
this world. Sooner or later sorrow and
bitter trials will come--no love will arrest
them--no care will shelter US from them
Gods loving tenderness will not interfere
TO save us from oil suffering and endurance
here 1t is written, that mau is Of few days
aud full of trouble.
Sin and mistakes are constantly working
out mischief in this world, and all things
shall work together for good to those who
love him.
And, reader, the hest way is TO settle
with ourselves, al once. and forever, that
we shall not have altogether asmoo,h down
bill. bed OF roses s,rt of way, in this life.
And real stauneh brave living is tough, up
bill work-that strains the sinews and
calls for all the moral force Of ones nature.
Ane the great question with us to settle is,
bow shall We receive aud use our sorrows!
In this lies the whole matter They may
overcome us for a~h lille, as the euuinoctisI
gales OF the fores'; hut when ne " iuds are
past By. the trees sand up again, fair and
stately ss ever; aud the birds lodge in 'h'
branches thereof. And so are our sorrows
to be received We may bend under them,
but neither death, or loss, nor change in
this world should break US. They should
make our hearts mellow with quick aud
tender sympathies and chariieS-they
shonld give new richness and flavor 10
the fruits which hang on the boughs of our
lives 30 that which was before small and
sour, and Rnsrled. shonld now be full and
sweet, with juice like wine, for the sun and
rains have beat upon them and ripened
them
II is better to take wha. comes. and to
take il bravely and trnsingly We all
know OF sorrows which il seems to us we
'could never hear. as we saw this frst sha-
dow looming hy over the horizon of our
skies--sorrows from the thought of which
We turned shuddpring, feeling that if they
should Come down upon rs there never
could be for us again, light or song, or
peace, for single hour.
And vet the sorrows come down-sor-
rows Of death, and changes, and loss; they
bent the stately castles of onr hopes to
dnst-they tore The quivering fbres of our
hearts--our souls went mourning in sack
cloth and ashes; and yet the time of heal
ing and renewing came and Gods south
wind blew over our souls, and we live and
smile, with smile chsstened aud sobered
by old memories, and the world is beautiful
once more
Not with its lost beauty. The storms
that sweep over US leave their traces. They
enlarge and ripen us-tbey teach US that
the end Of living is not mere enjoyment, but
doing good and improvement Of onr char
ncters; but we cannot carry the old. care
less. free hearts, the light jovousness f.Iir.
it; life has now become something real aud
earnest to us. There is work to be done
and victory to be won.
So, dear readers, by all the sweet uses
OF sorrow, by all it's pains and discipline, by
the thorns that must pierce Us, he bruises
We must carry; ly the battles We must
fight. some in high, but most in lowly places
whose witnesses are the great cloud which
no man beholdeth, and by the evils which
We must overcome. may we be made meet
for the XII ngdom of heavenl