The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1873-05-10

Tie OF Il most rclldrkdDIc "''i'i' ~ wv pics
ent number of Scrbner's.' The plea of in.
sanity did not avail in his case, yet there is
no question but he was insane. Every one
that findeth me shall Stay me-" Is this the
utterance of sane mind? Scribner's thinks
not The question is turned upward down
ward, sideways and horizontally, and this is
the conclusion.
Eeery one that findeth me shall Stay me +:
Gentlemen! Cain at this point, was not only
crazy--he was the craziest man that ever eX-
listed No ordinary lunaiic, however pre-.
posterous his terrOrs expects to be killed
more than once But To this poor creature
retribution suddenly assumed hydraheaded
form His distracted BRAIN unconscious that
Adam was the only other man in the wide
world, instantly created an immense popula-
ton He saw himself falling again and again
by the strokes of successive assassins even as
Abel had fallen under his hand. His first
dazed glimpse of death expanded and inten-
stied into "A horror never since conceived by
mind of man His happiness overthrown (;
his reason wreck; a prey to fears that
stretched before him forever, with no posi-
bic hope of final destruction only con
ISOLATION is that he could not foreknow the
merciless verdict of posterity He did not
Rather than dream of such ignominy as this
was it not better that he should cry in his
rawlings: Every one that findeth me shall
| say me!
. We leave the question to the intelligence
and the justice of this faithful and cnlight
encd century.
In the way of pictorial papers, there is a
little poem by Miss Maria r. Oakley, with a
l,, rh,
writes better than he lectures, sketches four
leading African travellers, with a number of
lively illustrations. Cuba and the Cubans,n
also Illustrated, gives us good idea of the
situation in that unfortunate country. There
is a fine critical paper on Walter Savage Ian.
der, by Edmund c. Stedman; Hints on the
California Journey; a paper on Civil Ser
vice Reform :" Arthur Bonnicastle' is con-
tinued; "Topics of the Times" &c, From
the Elders Wife" by SAKE Holme, We cut
this delicious slice from one of Draxey's ser
mons:
| One of her most impressive sermons was
called "The Gospel of Mystery"
| FIRST she dwelt on the sweet meaning of
the word Gospel Dear friends" she said,
,
it is only good news good tidings We get
gospels every day. Our children send US
good news or their lives. What gospels of
joy are such letters And nations 10 nations
send good news; n race of slaves is set free
a war has ended; shiploads of grain have
been sent to the starving; good man has
been made ruler; these are good tidings-
gospels"
After dwelling on this first, simplest idea of
the word, until every one of her hearers had
begun to think wildly Of all the good tidings
journcying in words back and forth between
heart and heart, continent and continent, she
spoke Of the good news which nature tells
without words. Here she was eloquent Sub
tie as the ideas were, they were yet clothed in
the plain speech which the plain people I'm
derstood: the udings of the spring, OF the |
winter, of the river, of the mountain; of gold, !
| of silver, of electric fire; of blossom and
fruit; of seed time and harvest; of suns and |,
stars and waters these We're the speech" !
which day uttered unto day"
But knowledge was greater than speech !
night in her silence showed" what day |
could not tell. Here the faces of the people !
grew fixed and earnest In any other hands |
than Drayys the thought would have been .
too deep for them, and they would have turn
ed from it YEARLY. But her simplicity con.
trollcd them always stand on your door
steps on a dark night" She said la night so |
dark that you can see nothing: looking out
into this silent darkness, you will presently
feel far greater sense Of how vast the world .
is, than you do in broad MONDAY, when you
can see up To the very sun himself
More than one young face in the congrega-
ton showed that this sentence struck home
and threw light on hitherto unexplained emo
tons. This is like what | mean" continued
Draxy, "by the Gospel of Mystery, the good
tidings of the things we cannot understand. |
This gospel is everywhere. Not the wSest
man that has ever lived can fully understand |
the smallest created thing: drop OF water,
grain OF dust, a beam oi light, can battle his
utmost research So with our own lives with |
our own hearts; every day brings a mystery
sin and grief and death: all these are mys-
tcrics; gospels of mystery, good tidncs of
mystery; yes good tidings! These are what
prove that God means 10 take us into another
world after this one; into world where all |
things which perpleXed Us here will be cx-
planned. q my dear fTiendsw She eX
claimed at last, claspinG her bands tightly,
thank God for the things which We cannot
understand; except for them, how should we
ever be sure of Immortality"