Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1867-02-28
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With loving kindness curtain Thou my bed
And cool In the rest my burning pilgrim iceti
The pardon be the pillow for my head
So shah my sleep be rweet.
At peace with all the world dear Lord, aud Thee,
No fears my souls unwayering faith can shake
Ans WE'LL whichever side the grave for me
The mOrninglighi may break
CARE FOR THE Souls OF STRANGERS.
"A noble Christian woman upon her
death bed used the followi. language:
"In looking over my past life, she
said, II feel that have neglected souls
in degree truly criminal. For my
children, my friends, and my servants
l have labored and prayed; but there
l rested. The Apostle Paul did not
cease his labors at the point where the
worlds etiquette requiresit. But this
l have done and tonight | feel press
ing upon my heart lost opportunities
in which | might have won souls for
Christ, who should also have been
stars in my crown. We're TO rise
from this bed with the view lnow
have of the value of one soul. l should
never dare TO walk these streets with
out asking those | meet if their peace
were made with God. The World, no
doubt, would call me 'crazed;; but the
worlds Judgment seems Of small ac-
count to night. Ihave overlooked the
soul of the stranger; and, with heaven
now bright before me, am filled with
anguish by my uniaithiulness. 1t is
now too late TO redeem the time, and
can only add this to the long list Of
sins to be washed away in the all-aton-
ing blood. But o for few days to
tell of Jesus to the strangers ! have
neglected"
Ifparents spoil theirehildren by in
diligence it is not because they love,
but because their love is not balanced
and directed by reason God loves us
too wisely and too well 20 carry us
10 ever in his arms, and caress US in
to helplessness, humoring every mood
and gratifying every desire Of our
childish minds. He loves us too wise
ly and too well to make the world
great play. house for our amusement,
q banQuethall for our fcasting, or q
couch for our indolent repose. The
very hardships, trials, sorrows and
griefs of life are all parts of the per-
feet system oftraining by which he is
fitting us for Joy and glory other
wise impossible Just as the wind
and storm, the burning sun, and the
blighting frost and the pinching
drought drive the roots Of the oak
deeper down and further out into the
tough soil to draw up richer substance
and build a fibre and a nobler stock,
so the hardships and adversities Of
life, the bleak days, and blasts of evil,
are the methods which infinite love
adopts to make souls Of the noblest
pattern.
Oh, if people were but acquainted
with piety, they would not fear it SO
much, or give it SO unattractive a char
acter; It's the balm of life, and per-
b Ips in the world it is believed TO con-
sist Of bitterness, harshness, uncouth-
ness; but, take my word for it, moth
ing is more gentle, more loving than
pious soul. l know some who suf-
fer all, forgive all, love all; who are
capable OF whatever is great, noble,
generous who would be the admira-
tion of the world if only the world
knew them. This is what ! observed
while very young, and it filled me with
love and veneration for that religion
which rendered men so perfect, made
them such kind and gentle creatures.
/ have had instances Of this under my
own eyes; l have seen my mother,
and each recollection of her resigna-
tion and courage in misfortunes and
suffering engraves more and more
deeply in my heart that religious SEN
timent from whence proceeded her
strength,
Final success, the Joy of life's har-
veat, is the goal Of our human hopes.
No wise or thoughtful man will live
merely for to-day. The pilgrim who
seeks home is not content TO linger
and loiter for the mere flowers beside
his way. The sower looks onward to
fields white and ready for the sickle.
Wisdom has regard to the grand issue.
The triumph or the pleasure OF today
is transitory. We want hope that
does not sink with the setting sun.
The true success of life is that which
does not fail the evening Of our days,
or leave them to blight or barrenness.
We want that shout Of harvest home"
that will not die into silence with the
failing breath, but make the passage
Of the grave whispering gallery
where heaven and earth talk together.
We want something that win reach
beyond time-beyond the things of
the present-something that will take
hold on eternity.
] Imust pity that young man who,
with a little finery Of dress and reck-
lessness of manner, with his coarse
passions all daguerreotypUd upon his
lace, goes whooping through the
streets driving an animal much nober
than himself, or staggering into some
haunts Of show and calls it Enjoying
life" Ho thinks he is astonishing the
world ! aud he is astonishing the
thinking portion of it, who arr aston
ished that be is not astonished at him.
self. For look at that compound ofl
flash and impudenee, and say it on all |
this earth there is anything more pit.
liable lie know anything Of the true
JOY OF life As well say that the bean
ty and immensity of the universe
were all enclosed in the field where the
prodigal lay among the husks and