The Republican journal., 1876-08-31
Jewels Of Thought and Devotion.

In every church through this broad Christian land,
Whether in towns or silent fields it be,
vision fair, yet sad seem 10 see;
One at the altar ever seems to stand,
And spreads On either side His wounded hand
Inviting all with grave btnignity
10 come and take the gifts OF mercy free,
In tones the heart of man must understand.
Yet Is the place deserted! lear by year,
And week by week come crowds As il to pray
The word of God sounds ever in their ear
They listen, and arise and haste away.
All hear that gracious voice-how few obey
What crowds depart! How few are gathered here
The day Of tettered limbs and gagged tongues
Is gone by. Men will not be ruled by men as
they have been. The children of the future will
call no man master. They will think out their
own faiths and consecrate heir own lives.
Rev. W. II. II. Murray.
He is the best gentleman that is the son OF
his own deserts and not the degcnerated heir
OF another's virtues. Victor Hugo.
What seems TO be generosity is often no more
than disguised ambition, which overlooks
small interest in order 10 crafty Il great one.
llieuchefUucauld.
There are few OF Us, even the most candid.
that do not keep some inner niche, where we
retire alone with our chosen oracle, our single
memory or our hidden hope.
The impressions on the maginations make
the great days of life; the book, the landscape,
or the personality which did not stay on the
The inward sense, agitates us and is not forgot
ten.
outside Of the nursery the beginning of liter
AZURE is the prayers of the people, and they are
always ny mus, poetic-thc mind aloWin itself
range, and Herewith is ever a corresponding
freedom IN the style, which becomes lyrical.
Events or things are only the fultilment of
the prediction of the faculties. Better men
saw heavens and earths; saw noble instru-
llAtAts q .l,,
aud banks, and We pity the poverty of these
dreaming Buddhi>ts.
The act Of Imagination is ever attended bv
pure delight. 1t intuseS certain volatility and
lnOXlcaton into all nature. 1t has a flute
which sets the atoms of our frame in dance.
Our lndeterminate size is a delicious secret
which it reveals to us.
Nature is the true idea,t. When she serves
us best, when, on rare days, she speaks to the
imagination, we feel that the huge heaven and
earth are but a web drawn around us; that the
light, skies and mountains are but the painted
Nlcissltudes Of the soul.
Oftimes | have seen SAYS Oliver Wendell
Holmes, tall ship glide by against the tide
with Il hundred strong arms pulling it. Her
sails untitled, her streamers were dropping,
she had neither side wheel nor stern wheel;
stlll she moved on stately, in serene triumph,
as if with her own life. But | knew that on
The other side of the ship, hidden beneath the
great hulk that SWAN SO macstically, there
was little toillnS steamtug with il heart of
fire and arms of iron that was Juggling it brave
ly on; and | knew that if the little steamtug
untwned her arms and left the ship it would
wallow and roll about and drift hither and
thither and go off with the refuent tide, no
man knows whittier And l have known
more Than one genius high decked, fall freight
ed, wide sailed, gay pcnnoned, that but for the
bare toiling arms and brave, warm beating
heart of the faithful little wife that nestled
closely in his shadow and chung to him so that
no wind or wave could part them, would soon
have gone down with The stream and been
heard of no more