Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1867-04-11
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TnE REPRooF.--
Whisper It softly,
When nobody's neari
Let not those accents
Fall harsh on the ear.
She Is a blossom
Too tender and frail
For the keen blast
The pittiless gale.
Whisper II gently,
II will cost thee no pain
Gentle words rarely
Are spoken in vaini
Threats and rcproaches
The stubborn may move
Noble the conquest
Aided by love.
Whisper II kindly,
Twill pay thee to know
Penitent tear. drops
Down her checks fow.
Has she from virtue
Wandered astray
Guide her feet gently,
Rough is the way
She has no parent
None of her kin;
Lead her from error
Keep her from sin.
Does she lean on thee
Cherish the trust;
God TO the merciful
Ever is just.
II is a good life, within and without,
that makes us fitting instruments for
the divine hand, or, as we sometimes
express it, polished shafts in Gods
quiver. A good lite is beautiful. 1t
holds the Observers eye as with a
charm. 1t begets disposition to pry
into its sources. 1t raises the wonder
how men can live so nobly, and ex-
cites the wish, the longing to be good.
How many thousands upon thousands
have thus been drawn to Christ To
them the crucifed and risen Christ
was nothing. They knew him not.
But they have seen his representa-
tives, and have learned from whence
the divine comes to man. They would
be like their friend, and that friend
tells them that he has his life from
another; that his goodness is only the
semblance and reflection OF anothers;
that none is truly good save one.
And besides this fitness, as OF mag
net, to draw TO Christ-this being a
thing of beauty 10 win Tor Him-he
becomes by a good life fitting instru-
ment for aggression. He who can
challenge the confidence Of his fellows
has license to o.improve and warn.
He whose life is hid with Christ in
God is moved to industry by his zeal
for God. Repulse will not dishearten,
nor disappointment chill him. But let
us remember good life is more than
steady one, more than quiet and in
offensive one. 1t is an inward force
of goodness, seeking expression in
work.
Nothing has given me so much pain
as to see you on such bad terms with
life. You will find how far sweeter
it is when one knows how to manage
in. Order in your thoughts is for you
the beginning of happiness; little by
little, everything will shape, harmon
ize, and arrange itself in your exist
ence; you will resemble our clock
which strikes very well in fine wealth
er. Long may it last, this fine wealth
er that shines on you now; and when
the frost of Encouragement threatens
to attack you, attack it as you have
already done. He who can give one
blow can give ten, can give thousand.
If in the relations of one family TO
another, and in society, there only
reigned little more charity, or even
little indulgence, one might enjoy it,
and listen with pleasure TO what gets
said but people are so malicious, so
caustic one fays the other with so
much skill that all the pleasure Of
meeting and conversing is spoiled by
this intolerablo i'll nature. What a
tiresome fault 1t is Avoid nothing so
much as passing any one under review,
for fear Of that pleasure Of criticism,
so easy, so attractive, so racy and so
cruel. Witticisms are firearms that
make a noise and give pain.
"There is no greater mistake" says
an eminent living divine, ethan to sup
pose that Christians can impress the
world by agreeing with it. No! it is
not conformity that we want; it is not
being able to beat the world in its own
way; but il is to stand apart and above
it, and to produce the impression of a
holy and separated life-this only can
give us true Christian power" These
are golden words. We commend them
TO our readers who profess to be
Christ's peculiar people"
Why should what one loves be so
distant, and what one loves not al.
ways so nearg 1t is because nothing
10 the world goes quite as one would
have it, Happiness and unhappiness,
pain and pleasure, walk hand-in-hand.
After the greeting comes the farewell
that sad farewell which one has to
say to everything; first of all ones
doll, then TO ones eighteen years, then
to this, then to that; but the saddest
of all is the farewell of departure, es.
pecially TO a kind, tender friend.
Our duties are not SO very lofty
God places them within the reach OF
men, not of angels. Which of us is
there who cannot pray, give aims,
comfort others, take care Of parents,
bring up childrenY Which of us can
not struggle with his inclinations,
overcome his tastes, cease to do evil,
learn to do wollg Is there anything
in this that transcends human pow.
ers? And this is Christian life, the
love OF God, which is nothing more
than the fufllmcnt of our every duty.
One has so much time for thought