The Republican journal., 1876-06-08
Jewels Of Thought and Devotion

DEATH.
To die il landing silent Shore
Where pillows never break nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke It's DER.
Life! we've been longNogether,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather
It's hard to part when friends are dear
Perhaps twill cost sigh, q tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not good night but IN some brighter cline
Bid me good morning.
Mrs Barbauld.
Judge thvsclf with the Judgment of sincerity,
aud thou wilt Judge Others with the Judgment
Of charity. Mason.
This morning received a letter from 4 young
girl dying Of consumption in an infamous den.
My mother died Christian" said the note,
land, ., if could only get to some place where
| could breathe pure air little while before
die" Woman's journal
The pleasure, Of the world are deceitful they
promise more than they give. They trouble US
in seeking them, they do not satisfy us when
possessing them. and they make Us despair Ill
losing them. Nine. de Lambert.
We are told that in the depths of the ocean
are mighty rivers, lowing with calm and noise
less currents from the pole TO the equator, and
from the equator TO the pole. Down, deep
down, where the roar of the tempest is never
heard, where the lash of the raging billow is
pursue their silent way. These are tiowjngs Of
the mighty arteries. preserving the life OF its
waters, modcrating the heat of the centre and
the cold of the extreme. We speak of the wild
and stormy ocean as if all It's secret depths were
stirred by storms. We forget that it is only Il
surface agitation. The great heart Of the ocean
Is always calm and peaceful. So a believers
life may be full Of comfort, in the enjoyment of
the SayIour's gift. peace | leave with you,"
says Christ. MY peace | give unto YOU. Not
rs the world giveth give | unto you. Let not
your heart he troubled, neither let it be afraid.%
"All those things for which men plough,
THE winds and waves" said Gibbon, are
always on the side Of the abest navigators.'
SO are the sun and moon and all the stars of
heaven. When \ noble act is done,-perchance
in scene of great natural beauty: when Leon
idaS and his three hundred martyrs consume
one day in dying, and the sun and moon come
each and look at them once in the steep detile
OF 1hernopylp: when Arnold Winkelred, in
the high Alps, under the shadow of the ava
lanche, gathers in his side sheaf of Austrian
spears to break the line for his comrades; are
not these heroes entitled to add the beauty of
the scene to the beauty of the deed: When the
bark Of Columbus nears the shore of America:
before it, the beach lined with SaYages, fleeing
out of all their huts Of cane; the sea behind :;
and the purple m ountiinS of the Indian Archi-
pelago around. can we separate the man from
the living pictureE Does not the New World
clothe his form with her palm-groyes and sii-
Nannahs as tit drapery? Even does natural
beauty steal in like air, and envelope great ac-
lions. When Sir Harry Nane was dragged up
the ToWer-hill sitting on sled to suffer death,
as the champion of the English laws one of the
multitude cried out to him, you never safe on
so glorious a seat" Emerson.