The Republican journal., 1876-09-28

DissenSon between hearts that love.
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied,
That stood the storm when waves rough,
ct IN Il sunny hour fell OF,
Like ships that have gone down at sea
w hen heaven WAS alla tranquility.
The deeper the sorrow the less tongue hath
it.
Without the rich heart. wealth is an ugly
beggar
Liberalism has always been the coming of
God, SO far as God has ever come to his chill
dren. David Swing.
BE as the little child who eats and sleeps and
grows. God gives you the best nourishment
although not always the sweetest to the taste
Any word, every word in language, every
circumstance, becomes poetic in the hand of Il
higher thought.
The philosophy which q nation receives rules
lts religion, poetry, politics, arts, trades, and
whole history.
The impressions on the Imagination make the
great DAYS of life: the book. the laudscape or
the personality which did not stay on the sur
face of the eye and ear, but penetrated to The
inward sense. agitates us, and is not forgotten.
Outside of the nursery the beginning Of liter
allure Is the prayers of the people, and they are
always hymns, poetic-the mind allowing itself
range, and Herewith is ever a corresponding
freedom in the style, which becomes lyrical.
The act of Imagination is ever attended by
pure delight 1t intuses Il certain volatility
and mtoNlcatlon into all nature. 1t has Il flute
which sets the atoms Of our frame in 4 dance
Our inheterminate size is delicious secret
which ii reveals to us
Gods ways seem very slow sometimes,
What we would see done waits long for the
doing ami we grow impatient. But if we be-
ieVe in God we should possess our souls in pa
tience. In His own good time everything Will
come right.
\ spotless life may 90 far TO incapacitate a
man from saving souls. The common express
sion, He's too good for me- contains like
many another vulgariSm, pure gold. We ARE
not Chriots. We do not understand the evil
which we have never committed. We are not
the worlds SaViOurs, only its helpers and we
have all the helpers dullnes,, none of the Say
tours insight.
Along the path of every human life the Lord
has placed innumerable blessings. They are
thick as the blades Of grass in the meadow
walk, or the fallen leaves Of the forest. We
see and ENJOY some of them but many we
miss until we have passed them and it is too
late to return. In looking back over the his
tory OF our lives. we can all recall occasions
mere or less numerous in which, by our ieuo-
rance. heedleSSness or WillfIness, we have
thus missed blessings which the Lord had
placed within our reach. Doubtless we all
pass by unnoticed many more than we see or
stay 10 possess and enjoy. The business man
remembers where the path opened to wealth.
but lie did not enter ii, and now it is closed
against him. The student can see where
knowledge spread her fair and wonderful
pages TO him, but blinded by some illusion of
a more sensuou, good, he did not recognize
them. Now he has become inmei sed in other
duties, and il is too late. We came perhaps,
within the sweet attractions Of pleasant. social
relations, OF the more sacred afiuties of n con-
genial heart: but some spirit OF perverseness,
OF some temporary or more powerful influence
prevailed and we missed the richest blessings
OF life. But, most deplorable of all, every one
eln see where tue Lord gave him the means
and Tie opportunity to confer a great blessing
upon others. but some selfish or worldly love
controlled his action, and he missed the oppor-
tunity and lost the means.