The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1875-01-31

Me-. BEEoHER's UNoruous PArHos.
BATHos.-The good people who are
able to sit under Rev. Henry Ward
Beecher's miuistrations- at Plymouth
Church must be greatly exercised In
solving the connndrums which he
hurls at them. At last Friday even.
ing's prayer meeting. he spoke to his
bearers after this fashion:
'The moment a man realizes that
his manhood lies in his spiritual nd
reasonable part, and not in that part
in which the in6rmity of the flesh
resides; aud the moment he feels
himself 10 be the creature not OF this
life. but IN this life that he may be-
oone the creature Of eternal life; the
moment be believes himself to be- the
child not Of his father but of God, and
under the government not of his rulers
but Of his Maker and of his Judge, the
moment that hs really enters into til It
vision, and 10 the oonsciousness of
that great outside life which surrounds
this small one. this Visible one, hs be-
comes very different man. It works
both ways. Men find themselves in
strange places. Oh, il q man Gao aniy
pause long enough to say. Look here.
this is matter which is. after all, u
pins point Really. az connected
with my whole life. this does not mea-
sure hands breadth, aud as con-
nected with my eternal life it is no
thing 1 will venture to say that any
person here who has lived sixty years,
and looks back on the eeverest affl,c-
tions he had thirty years ago, cun
scarcely remember them. A boy
might as we'll go down to the old
beach. after an ubsencs Of forty years,
to see If he could 6nd in the sand iii.
holes that he dng with his toes in his
youthful days.
why, what SORROWS I had when I
was ten years oldl I don't think l
have to-duy any such troubles as did
when L was boy. Lsmiies, and my
iatber told me L might gu hunting
with him. aud iuut Chandler, withomt
knowing it. sent me to get some enufr,
and When got back I found my father
had gone. Laughter. You needn',
laugh; yon don't know how miserable
a boy can be. I went around crying,
oh. father! fatherp over the pasture,
up the hill. and erywhere, to rec if
could find him. Why, I begin to feel
bad again now. Aud the real pat os
of Mr. Beecher's tones brought rnany
tears to the smiling faces of his audi
ence. That ten years old period
Alb! IL was q great sorrow BIT then
comes manhood, and with it the REAL
trouble, aud men say, oh, these ure
real tronbles; aud yet ten years after.
ward they wonder where they have
gone to, unless they kept II journal,
for there are some folks that keep
Journals who don't get enongh of them
selves by life with themselves.
Laughter. I am here on. probation.
look very much like man with an
animal body and struggling nature,
bat am child of God; where now I
am cabined and confned by the limita-
tions OF matter, I am yet to have the
freedom Of the universe All things
are mine. and am Christ, and Christ
ia God. Aud on the way to that ex-
panded life, who is he that stops to
mark down in black ink this little Jolt
and that slight jar, this pinch and that
poke, this dishonor and that obloouy;
what are they in the career of a ma
who knows where ho is bound and has
the Interpreting power Of God in
him."
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