Daily national Republican. (Washington City [D.C.]) 1870-1872, 1870-06-25
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ny for u.
EvrRr1uNa we add to our knowledge
adds TO our means OF usefulness.
LIFE becomes useless and insipld when we
have no longer either friends or enemies.
TuFRr arc more victims to errors com
mittcd by society Itself than society supposcs.
GoyERS your thoughts when alone, and
your tongue while In company. ..
WE should think less Of what we are In the
view Of others, than Of what we are In the
Wow Of God.
NocIoup can oyershadow Christian but
the eye Of his faith viii discern a rainbow
In H.
WE'RE every dew-drop diamond, every |
atom a world, and every world filled with |
gold, all would not satisfy the houndlcss dc |
siros Of the soul.
MAGIC or A WoRD.-Mothcr IL q word to
which every bosom responds II finds its |
way to our hearts in our youth, and retains
its hold upon us In our age. II fathers are |
looked up TO for precepL principle and cX- |
ample, mothers are relied on for tenderness |
and enduring affection. Fathers are strong.
holds Of protection; mothers are sources 'Of
love and consolation. The word mother Is ~
q soft, balmy breeze coming up from the
valley, sweet soothing and grateful cooling
the icyercd brow, calming the ruilied spirit,
and tranquilllZing the agitatcd heart. What
voice was ever like the tender, soft voice Of
mothoT7
CHARLES DIoKESs' LAST LETTERING.
Dickens last letter was addressed to his son
ut Cambridge, but the following was written
ON the day Of his seizure with apoplcxyi
OADIu;L PtAcE, HiaIsN nv RocHEsrSR, Kgsr,l
DHAR sm; II would be quite inoonceiyabls 70 mo
but III JonT Letter that any rgAsonAble reader could
book u nine repTodaoinsa much abused socisi
.psSsh mprssssd into s sorts e sSr, On ~
sonssctisn y i With IL origiaai soaTes an IrI5
have sissSs sitvSa u y Sgi,isss 70 sTprSi vsSeTs
f ~ sn5 bsss FS~To SI' h r nG cid
drsn, ever one Of yhsn know Z irYm hayi9g - "
. sSsa Ss They e9a.d spcsk 2ss made
pFselsgsi!on q ibis f'S tho hopfSt 70, pa :, p,v
Tur WESLEY BIBLE.-A the Methods,
camp meeting held at Hamilton, Mass, Rev
Vim. Y. BoOlc Of New York, In n brief ad-
dress, loaned TO the president for the usc OF
the camp meeting, The ancient copy OF the
Bible used by Samuel Wesley and his sou, the
founder Of Methodism, John Wesley. The
volume Is a folio pulpit Bible, aud used In the
Church Of EpwOrth, In England, of which
Samuel Wesley was rector, aud afterward by
his son, John Wesley, who occasionally
preached there. II was the pulpit Bible from
1895 to 1910. Il was given by the church 10
Rev Robert Atkins, who is still living in Corn.
wall, England. He gave II 10 Mrs. Smith.
y ~
She sold II to Mr.. George J. Stephenson, who
is known Us the Methodist antiquarian, who
sold II through Philip Phillips to Mr.. BoOle,
who Is the present owner Of the interC sting
and valuable relic.
Cop IS LoyB.-This fact Is everywhere evil
dent in nature. The little strcamlct winding
over hill and through valley speaks to us In
bubbling tones, God Is love" The lofty trees
Of the forest swayed to and fro by the Lord Of
the winds, proclaim In piercing tones, God
h love- The bird soaring through the air
and anon lighting on some trce-tOp, MARBLES
forth In his sweetest notes, God Ia love, 7"
A passing cloud, which for a moment OBJ
scures the sun, seemingly comes hut to tell
us God Is love" The mighty ocean. with
It's ioam-crcstcd billOws eXclainns in tones OF
thunder God Is love. And every leaf and
blade Of grass joins with every voice OF ma
turc In shooting, God Is love" And echo
answers, God is love"
LOOK, said the ambassador of France to
the Spanish ambassador as he took him into
the French kings treasury, Look ut nv mas
ters gold; how rich he Isl" The Spanish am
bassador took his walklng-Atlck, and began
To thrust 1t down into the bags and into the
money chest "What do you do that fo-P"
said the FrenchmRn. 81 want TO sec II there
Is bottom to ii" said he. "Ah!" said The
SpaniaTd, but my masters treasury has NO
and Peru Now, what the Spaniard said
boastiully we say truthfully. Tho treasury
OF our God Is without bottom 1t Is fathoni-
less; and while you can hear God say 10 Won.
am Thy God, you may laugh at ,penury
"'a ai"t, 800 a. dVsti uviiIn ana famino, nj
you sh- lack no good thins, you sheil ho
satisfied ~ with marrow and fafness, and your
mouth shall praise him ~ with joyful lips
SpvggOa.
RrCH AND PooR BoUSD ToGETHBR.-You
tho ta,,,hfffy afnr,r nj tl.a
of Sir Robert Peel. Her father gave her, as
birthday present, gorgeous riding habit
and wont out with her on the same day for
an airing In the park, his heart swelling
with parental pride as he rode by her side.
Shortly afterwards she sickoned and died Of
typhus fever Of the most mall gnant type; and
when inquiry was made as TO how she had
caught the Infection II was discovered that
the habit, bought from one of die London
Westend tradcsmen, had boon made In a
miserable attic, where the husband Of the
seamstrcss was lying III Of fever, and that II
had been used by her Ia cover him In his
shivering fits. Thus, whether We will believe
II or not, the safety OF the highest Is bound
up with the coalition Of the lowest; and II
we neglect their material, moral and spirit.
ual interests there viii come n dreadful
Nemesis to mark the divine displeasure In our
conduct and we may perceive our guilt all
too late, when the vast temple Of our liberties
Is a shapolcss mass Of wreck and rubbish
Req. w " Taylor.
Tue ENTITY CRADLE.-Thc death of n
little child Is to the mothers heart like dew
ona plant from which u bud has persisted
The plant lifts up It's head In frcshcned grcu-
ness 10 the morning light; so tho mothers
soul gathers from the dark and sorrow
through which sho has passed fresh bright
enng of her heavenly hope. As she bends
H.. 4 L..
her sweet infant before her, u ray Of divine
light is on her chernh face. II Is her son stIll
hut with the seal Of immortality on his brow
She feels that heaven was the only atmOs-
phere where her precious flower could not re-
call the lost But the anniversary of hIs de-
parturc seems to bring his spiritual presence
near her She lndulges In that tender grief
which soOthcs like an OpiAtG In pain all her
passages and care Of life. The world 10 her
Is no longer filled with a human love and
hope-in the future, 10 glorious with heavenly
love and Joy, she lnls treasures Of happiness
which the worldly, unehRstened heart never
conceived. The bright fresh flowers with
which she decorated her room, the apartment
where the infant died, are emhlems Of the far
brighter hopes now drawing on her day
dream. She thinks Of the glory and beauty
OF the New Jerusalem. And she knows her
infant Is thorr, In that world Of eternal bliss
s',u mas marked one passage In that book
TO her emphatlcally the Word Of Life-now
lying closed on the toilette table, which she
daily reads, Suffer little children, and for
bid them not, 10 come unto Me, for Of such Is
the Kingdom of Heaven
SABBATH THoUGHTs. Many and thrilling
are the associations which the weekly recur-
renee of tho sabbath brings. The sun Of a
sabbath morn first shed light on finished
creation When the earth stood out COM
plctc and lovely thing before il Maker; when
Edffn blDOmrd A tlttlp hpaypn hpIovv anJ ,no,