The Republican journal., 1876-10-05

We hand folks over to God, mercy. and
show none ourselves.
Beautiful. THOUGHTS. Have not thy cloak
to make when it begins to rain.
There is long and wearisome step between
admiration and imitation.
The touchstone by which men try us is often
their own vanity.
Little drops Of rain brighten the meadows.
and little acts of Kindness brighten the world.
To make the most OF the good and the least
OF the evil of life. is the best philosophy of life.
lie that cannot forgive others breaks the
bridge over which he must certainly pass.
The very hope of Heaven under troubles is
like the wind and sails TO the soul
Faith evermore overlooks the difficulties Of
the way, and bends Ter eyes only to the GER
tainty of the end.
Every flower in The heavenly garden will be
turned Godward, bathing its tints OF loveliness
in the & lory that eNcelleth.
The rich find relations in the most remote
foreign countries; the poor not even in the
bosom of their own families.
Worry is rust upon the blade. 1t is not the
revolution that destroys the machinery, but the
friction.
Not only i, kindness due to every one, but IL
speclal klhdltsS Is cue to every one. Kindness
is not Kindness unless it be special. 1t is in its
fitness, seasonaheness, and individual appc;t-
ton that its charm consists.
Love one human being purely and warmly,
and You will love all. The heart IN this heaN-
en-, like the wandering sun, secs nothing, from
the dewdrop to the ocean, but IA mirror which
II warns and fills.
Opportunities are runnn. to waste every
where, like the golden fruit of the overbur-
dened orchard. They are not confined TO par
alels of latitude. In running after them we
are perpetually running away from them.
One Of the illusions is that the present hour
is not critical, decisive hour. Write it on
your heart that every day is the best day in
the year. No man has learned anything right
lY until he knows that every day is doomsdav.
Life has such hard conditions that every dear
and precious gift, every rare virtue. every
pleasant faculty. every genial endowment, love,
hope, 10y, wit, sprl9htlness, bcneyolence, must
sometimes be put into the crucibe to liStil the
one eliNir-patlence
One great and kindly thought from IL retired
and obscure man may live when thrones are
fallen and the memory of them who filled them
obteratcd, and, like IN undying fire, may illl-
inmate and quicken all future generations.
| beseech you to treasure up in your hearts
these my parting words: Be ashamed to die
until you have won some victory for humanity
Horace Mann.
SUBMISSION. There comes Il terrible mo-
ment to many souls when the great move
mcnts of the world. the larger destinics of
mankind. which have lain aloot in newspapers
and other neglected reading, enter like in
earthquake into their own lives; when the
slow urgency of growing generations turns
into the tread of an invading army or the dire
clash of civil war and gray fathers know moth
ing to seek for but the corpses of their bloom
ing sons, and girls forget all vanity, to make
lint and bandages which may serve for the
shattered limbs of their betr0thed husbands.
Then it is Us if the Invisible Power that has
been the object of lip-worship and lip resgna-
ton becomes visible, according to the imagery
OF the Hebrew poet, making the flames his
chariot and riding on the wings of the wind
TIL the mountains smoke and the plains shud-
der under the rolling, fiery visitation. Often
the good cause seems to lie PROSTATE under the
thunder of unrelenting force; the martyrs live
reviied, they die, and no angel is seen holding
forth the crown and the palm branch Then it
is that the submission of the soul to the High
est is tested. and even in the eyes Of frivolitv
life looks out from the scene of human struggle
with the awful face Of duty, and a religion
shows Itself which is something else than n
private consolation. [FroH George Eliot's
daniel Deronda