The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1874-01-23
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DO NOT UNDERSTAND
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still holding In her hand the poo'
which the advancing darkness pre-
vented her reading but her mind wa
not idle. II was dwelling upon W.
memory Of brighter and happier dayT
when, surropnded by wealth and lux
ury, blessed wllh true husband and
real homo, she had cause to thahi
Heaven for an unshadowed life l'u
In the same train Of memories OF darl
days, when the husband was brough
home In his coffin, his grey uniform
which her own hands had' made
stained with his llfe-blood But sil'
still proudly remembered that while
she looked ut that dear face she almos
imagined she could hear his last words
"Tell my wife that died like n man
and thinking Of her."
Then came the picture OF days when
ahe was driven forth, to see her dwell
Ing laid In ashes and her fair home
stead made waste by the ruthless
hand OF war,
When tho war was over anu hef
brothers returned, dependent alone
upon their strong arms, she gratefully
declined their proiltred bounty and ac-
cepted position M teacher AZ
such she was indeed most pleasantly
situated; still her heart often rebelled
against the DEGREES of "Him who
glvcth and who tnketh away"
While her mind was busy upon these
things, her pet pupil, little Efic, came
and knelt before her, to say the usual
evening prayer before retirement--not
the Lords prayer, but one the words
ofwhich she had been taught by Mrs.
n, which she repeated with such child
ish pathos and sincerity that II had Of
ten attracted the teachers attention.
When the child had gone, sheinyolun
tarlly exclaimed ~ wish possessed
the simple, unqucsilonlnS faith of that
childW I...-.
"Why do you not possess it?' was
asked IN firm voice near her, which
she recognized rs that of Mr.. Moore,
her employci--a cold, abrupt man,
whom she regarded rs totally thought
less upon such subjects, but she rather
timidly answered: u
~ cannot tell ahy, but l have lost
the spirit Ionce possessed, that ena'
bled me to feel, a firm, abiding, UNI
questioning faith in the Creator; with
the acquisition of knowledge came u
desire to know u reason why--to IN
derstdnd what was expected to be-
lleve." n
~ do not understand all of what one
should believe, but | understand you
perfectly. The other day you left n
book in the parlor which you had been
reading upon opening it, | was aston
lshed to learn you read such stuff. You
are rs sensitive TO the teachings of
wrong as an electro-thermal pile is to
heat"
Mrs. Newton was rather commun-
Ing with her own thoughts than
listening, but catching the last words
absently asked: what is an electro
thermal pile?"
Her lstlessness somewhat nettled
Mr. Moore, and threw him out of his
line of argument rs well and he rather
warmly replied: Gan electro-ther-
nal pile is n contrivance for measuring
the heat of the stars. Yes, madam,
yon cold, trembling little lights about
which lovers rant as if they were only
created to shine on love scenes and
moon-struck SWANS, exhibit no ro-
mantle phases to the astronomer,
whose mind runs in more sensible
channel. He goes to work and dem
Onstrates that some of cheese are worlds
thousands Of times larger than ours,
possessing an innate self-originating
heat andlight that ours does not, and
no more created for our benefit than
We for theirs.
Look out at the few You can see
nom your Seat, AMI attempt to under
stand what you see, remembering that
the majority Of those little stars are
centers of solar systems as vast rs the
one to which our earth belongs, and
while 1t requires twenty years for a ray
of light to pass through the vast space
between us and there, that a thousand
times further on the same scenes are
there the same moons and stars, the
same mighty worlds, the same unfath-
enable purposes of the Infinite still
are there; yet million times that
distance out in space-if the human
mind can grasp the idea-the same pam
Drama is still spread out, the PURPOSES
of God still pervade. Astronomers
have demonstrated that the whole
planetary system is moving forward in
space, at n rate of which the human
mind can grasp no conception, save as
mere figures In the abstract; our sun
and its satellites forming bnt little
cluster in this mighty cortege, the
grand retinue of this panoplied Prince,
this never-endmg grand review of the
Creator, whose throne is the center of
all His works. Then think that His
son died for you and me, and gave
himself willing sacrifice for poor
fallen humanity, which, taken as a
whole, from the beginning to the end
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