The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-09-23
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Hest and peace are not to be gain
ed by force: they are the pure gifts
from the heaven within US, rain, clouds
and sunshine meeting in our tears and
smiles.-"On the Heights.
! If thou wilt succeed in thy race for
the goal, in the contest for the crown,
pray, watch, deny thyself and thou
wilt find in God eternal life, thy prize
and thy CROWN. u. Sailor.
Morality within religion is only 8
kind of dead-reckoning an en- deavor to
find our place on cloudy sea by meas
uring the distance We have run, but
without any observation of the heaven
ly bodies.
The belI-rope of fervent prayer reach
es up to the throne. Let us pull thai
bell, in our time of need. with strong
hand. When thou hast pulled boldly
wait till the blessing comes.-Rer.
Lhe0. Il. Cuyter.
Rich indeed must be the portion that
includes death in its treasures not a.
a bar to keep us out, but as a bridge by
which We pass over and possess our in
heritance. Thus the certainty of heav-
en-. Both worlds are provided for.
Suppose that present duty is clearly
made known to person, what is the
next thing? Why. OF course, if
the performance of it is at present out
of ones power, then it is not now a
duty. And yet, even in that case, it
perhaps a present duty to be taking
steps looking toward the performance of
of the duty at the earliest possible mo-
ment
When the summer day of youth is
slowly wasting away into the nightfall
of age. as life wears to its close, it is
pleasant to look book through the vista
of time, upon the sorrows and telicities
of our earlier years. If we have q
home to shelter and hearts to rejoice
with US, and friends have been gathered
together around our fresides, then the
rough places of our wayfaring will have
been worn and smothed away in the
twilight of life, while the sunny spots
we have passed through will grow bright
er and more beautiful. Happy innced
are they whose intercourse with the
world has not changed the tone of their
holier feelings nor broken the musical
chords of the heart, whose vibrations
are SO melodious, SO tender andtouching
in the evening of Observation-Disclosures.
Plate sin with gold, and the strong
lance Of Justice hur less breaks, arm
1t in rags, pigmy's straw doth pierce
it.-Shaksphore.
What in life is more beautiful than
happy human faces?
1.-The little stream when it enters tho
sea proclaims It's arrival, The rive
forms its juucture i'll silence
Poverty pinches, but not half so
hard as vice, The one wounds to heal;
the other leaves the ulcer
No man is born into the world whose
work is not born with him; there is
always work and tools to work withal
,or those who will, and blessed are the
heavy hands Of toil.-LowU.
Ye men of gloom and austerity, who
paint the face of Infinite Bensvolence
an eternal frown; read in the everlast-.
Ing Book, wide open to yor view, the
lesson it would teach. Its pictures are
not In black and sombre hues, but bright
and glowing tints; its music-saye
when ye drown it's not in sighs and
groans but songs and cheerful sounds.
Dickens.
There is little doubt that troubles are
exceedingly gregarious in their nature,
and flying In iocks, are apt to perch cap
riciously crowding on the heads or some
poor wights until there is not an inoh of
room on their unlucky crowns, and tax
ing no more no tico of others who offer
as good resting places for the soles of
their feet, than if thy had no existence.
-Bdrnaby Rm!ye.
When the stiffened body goes down
to the tomb, sad, silent, remorseless,-
| feel there is no death for the man.
That clod which yonder dust shall cov
er is not my brother. The dust goes
to its place; man to his own. 1t is
then L feel my Immortality I look
through the grave into heaven. | ask
no miracle. no proof, no reasoning for
me. l ask no dust risen to teach me o.
immortality. am conscious Of eternal
life,-Thedore Parker.
The brave only know how to forgive:
Ia Is the most refined and generous pitch
OF virture human nature can arrive at.
Cowards have done good and kind ac-
lonst, towards have fought, nay,.
sometimes even conqured; but a,
coward never forgave. 1t is not his
nature; the power of doing it flows only
from strength and greatness of soul,
conscious of its own force. and seeureity.
and above the little temptations of resen--
ting every frultless attempt to interrunt,