The Republican journal., 1876-06-22
Jewels OF Thought and Devotion.

When to soft sleep give ourselves away
And in a dream in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
10 rosy davbreak-little thought we pay
10 that sweet, bitter world we know by day.
Thefts never enrich, aims never impoyerish,
and prayers hinder 10 work.
Dr. Taylor says ''If YOU want good conere-
gational singing, YOU must have rollsng preach
ing. The best way to heat church is to have
the stove in the pulpit"
That every day has its pains and sorrows is
universally experienced, and almost universally
confessed; but let us not attend only to mourn
fu truths; if we look impartially about us, we
shall find that every day has likewise its pleas
ures and joys.
A few brief years. and all of us will have
exchanged these mutable shores for the land
where our loved ones are gone. Then, as we
gaze back upon this lies journey. the light of
the good deeds we have done, the kindness and
love we have bestowed upon our felow-beings
will shine along our pathway and make it rad-
ant with Joy. Let us, therefore, seek to do all
the good in our power; to do good to all.
Henry T. Child.
The universe of God is a great conspiracy
against hes, and honor paid to unworthineSs is
one of the worst of lies. 1t is not good for men
TO cultivate Indifference to truth by calling that
clean which Is unclean, that noble which is ig-
noble. Office ought to be honorable; being
such, it will be honored. The genuine mans
fidelity will cut clean through the densest mass
OF falsehoods as a sunbeam perces a summer
cloud. If good men" have gone down under
public SANDER, it is because they were only rel
atively good, and lacked the fine devotion that
refused to rise except by plain paths, or remain
up except by pure force of fidelity. Men who
want to be good sell half their honor to evil
precedents, and then complain when other evil
precedents rob them of the other half New
ork Methodist.
SILENT INFLUENCE. We are touching our
fellow-bcings on all sides. They are affected
TOR good or for evil by what we are, by what
we say and do, even by what we think and feel
May-flowcrs in the parlOr breathe their fra
Sra2ce through the atmosphere. We are each
OF us silently saturatlng the atmosphere about
Us with the subtle aroma of our character. In
the family circle, besides and beyond all the
teaching, the daily life of each parent and child
lnysterously modi1ieS the life of every person
of the household. The same process. on a
WIDER scale IS going on through the commu-
nifty. No man iyeth to himself, and no man
dieth to himself Others are built up and
strengthened by our unconscious deeds; und
others may be Wrenched out of their places
and thrown down by our unconscious inllu-
cnce.
CHARACTER. When the good ship Schiller
was steered upon the fatal rocks, and went
down slowly to her doom, a group of six peo-
pie sat IN the pavilion, holding each others
Hahus, cam, praying, awaiting death. One
was II Slrl, young, petted, surrounded with
luxury, having fed on the roses and lain in
the llles of life" and one was a scholar, train
ca IN many tongues, Il woman of science and
sKll, with purpose and a career, and one was
young daughter, with life all before her. and
one was wife and one was Il husband, with
Their consecrated past. And there sat thew in
me midst OF the night, going down slowly into
lle slfoudlnS waters, calm, prayeriully, con-
IueIlhS death. And as the water rose around
them they arose, still holding each others
hands. And 50, weak helpless, they were en-
Sulled IN the awful depths, but sublimeiy tri-
umphahl, lhey passed out into the unseen uni
verse. 1t Is character that prevails What
ouus Wnelher II Is music or medicine or cos
tune or color, mans unencunbering garb or
Womals multltudinous drapery that has oc-
cuplea tne lhlnd, II SO be it can encounter the
Elclssitudes OF life with forttude. and face
death with tranquility? [Gail Hamilton
We know more from nature than we can at
W!ll communicate. Its light flows into the
mind evermOre, and we forget its presence
The poet, the orator, bred in the woods. whose
senses have been nourshed by their fair and
appeaslng changes, year after year, without de-
sign ana without heed-shall not lose their les
son altogether, i'll the roar of cities or the broil
OF polltlcs Long hereafter, amidst agitation
ana terror IN national councilS-in the hour of
feNolutlon-these solemn images shall rean-
pear IN thelr morning lustre, as tit symbols and
words OF the thoughts which the passing events
shall awaken. At the call of a noble sentiment.
again the woods wave, the pines murmur the
river rolls and shines, and the cattle low ,lpon
the mountains, as he saw and heard them in his
infancy. Emerson.