The Republican journal., 1876-07-06
Jewels of Thought and Devotion

lis q little thing
10 give a cup OF water; yet its draught
OF cool rereshment. drained by feyered lips
May give shock Of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when Nectareau Juice
RenewS the life OF JOY in happest hours.
Faith builds in the dungeon and the lazar-
house It's Sublmtst Shrlnes: and up through
the roofs Of stone that shut out the eve of
heaven, ascend, the ladder where the angels
glide 10 and fro-prayer. Bulwer Lytton.
1t were better TO have no opinion of God at
al, than such an opinion as is unworthy of
linn; Tor the one is unbelef, the other is con
tumely; and certainly superstition is the re-
preach of Deity. Lord Bacon.
No man who is fit to live need fear to die.
Poor timorous, faithless souls that we are !
How we shall smile at our vain alarms whel
the worst has happened. To us here death is
the most terrible word we know. But when
we have tasted its reality. it will mean to us
Dlrth, deilNerance, new creation of ourselves.
1t will be what health is to the sick man. 1t
VIII be what home is to the exile. 1t will be
what loved ones given back is to the bereayed
~ we draw near to it a solemn gadness should
I'LL our hearts. 1t is Gods great morning light
ing up the sky. Our fears are the terrors of
little children in the night. The night with its
teirors, Its darkness, its feversh dreams, is
passing away: and when we awake it will be
into the sunlight of God.
LITTLE CHILDREN. People who habitualy
ptt oul VI lIclE hearts, ana close Inelr
doors upon them have no idea how much COM
fort they set aside-what pleasure, what amuse-
menf. Or course the little creatures NEEDLE
with things, and leave the traces of their fin
gers on the wall, and cry, and "bother' a little !:
but, when one gets into the way of it. as mo-
theirs and other loving relatives do, those things
become OF minor Importance. Children say
such pretty things, and GO such funny things
the touch of their little hands is so soft, the
sound of their little voices so sweet, their faces
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and comcal, the whole family goes baby mad
and it is no wonder. No book was ever written
that was half so Interesting as little child that
is learning to talk and to think, that is develop
ing from tiny animal into being with con
science and Il heart.
WORRIES. How can we picture the ceaseless
rain of houseess and homeless wanderers who
have not where to lay their heads, and fret and
VeX ourselves about some tfifling grievance in
home where plenty and comfort abOund-a
broken ornament, the polish of chair scratch
Ell, an omission of a servant, the waywardness
of a child? How can we bring before our
minds the vast multitude who have scarcely
rag TO cover them or a crust to eat, and grum-
BILE because dress does not suit us, or MILL
ner fails to send home our new bonnet, or Of
tends our taste with a ribbon or flower which
we did not order, or favorite dish is spoiled
in the cooking, or because the water which
made our tea did not boil? How can we think
of the vast and varied tide of bodily pain which
is wrngng cries of bitter anguish from pale
lips, and murmur at Il cold which keeps us
from fulfilling some engagement or tooth
ache which robs us of an hours sleep, or any
other little ailment which gives us passing in
convenience! How can we think of the great
and solemn crowd of mourners, whose cease
less wall is ever sounding in the ears of him
who knows the depths of tenderness hid in the
heart of Rachel as she weeps for her children
because they are not? How can we, 1 say,
al a n1 frofh
dear ones need, perhaps, a little forbearance,
are trying in some minor things, which are af-
ter all, but rs spots on the sun, and whose little
pecularities we turn into acorries by losing our
temper when they touch our own convene nee
or pleasures. THE Day of Days.