The Republican journal., 1876-04-06

Gold-ettercd, and with curou. blazonrv
Encircled. W.T. the page WhereOn read,
Mid monkish chronicles of saints long dead
A tender legend writ most tenderv,
And telling that all prayers by true lips said
IN eanestnesS, God hearing, straightwav He
Would quicken, rs they sought Him through
the sky.
To angles who should work the wishes PRAYED.
And was glad and thought, "lIow many IL
wing
Must guard my latlv's step, by l;.v, must brine
All good things to her hand, upon her head
All blessing and all peacetuness must she'd:
And how the angles in glittering ring.
score deep, must stand at night around her
bed"
lIIarper's Magazine for April.
ANGELS CNAWARES Jacobs ladder is
everywhere stretching from earth to heav-
en-, and every gra5s-blade has its own
angel to attend it. There is no trace any
where Of an indolent angel, and you will
find that, excepting the angel is never
feminine, there is almost infinite diversity
Of angehood. 1t is not true that they
never come; the trouble is that we do not
look for them where they are. We watch
for them to sweep down through the open
ing heavens when they are already hidden
in the bucbells at our feet We want
them TO appear like the great angels of
Angelo, while they are looking at us from
the wondering eyes Of the babe born YES
terday.
One of the worst women in great Eng
fish prison was found one day weeping
over daisy. Gods angels saw that woman
weeping, and went and told it in heaven.
and then there was JOY there. for they
knew that somehow sometime that s'wee
crimson-tpped flower would bring her
through the golden gates.
The angel comes to all true mothers,
and no mother can afford to lose one of
these ministries.
Il think the sudden joyancc that illumes
\ child's mouth sleeping, unaware NAV run
From some soul newly loo,ened from earths
tOmbs;
think the passionate Sigh. which. half begun.
Stiile back, may reach and stir the pumes
oi some tall angel standing in the SUM-
In our very griets there are hidden
angels reaching up to hide within the dark
experience some treasure of patience or
trust we could never have possessed had
our lite been one long Joy. We touch
hands in the spirit and a light covers and
enfolds us all
90 to the woods after game; but if the
game is not there get nuts if there are
no nuts, | gather flowers or leaves; if all
tail, Yet | get health, q little woodcralt. or
by grace OF Heaven, a thought | am not
OF those who find that the road is only
good to leave behind them
1t is great thing to look allaq. Be-
tween brick walls sorrows pin one down.
and grind and gnaw ones life. 1t is so
natural lyhap fbippc 4
to sit and look out of the window, if the
window looks anywhere You think that
you are sulky and Observation-Disclosures YOU
mean to be at first but presently yoa have
gotten all over it. You have gone out
from yourself. away off among tree branch
es and cloud islands, carrying your trouble
with you, and there You give it the slip,
and leave it to melt away.
he most extravaganza luxury in the
world is that mean economizng which
seeks to get the best class of work done
by the best workers without paying for it.
Golden Rule
Folly soon wears her shoes out. She
dances SO fast we are all of us tired. Gold
en- wires may annoy us as much as steel
bars, if they keep US behind prison Win
dows. [Owen Meredith,
This is beautiful prayer which the
Breton mariner offers when he puts out at
sea: keep me, my God My boat is so
small and Thy ocean is 50 wide"
1t is the bright day that brings forth the
adder, and that Graves wary walking
shakespeare.
Man is the highest product of his own
history. The discoverer finds nothing so
grand or so tall as himself, nothing so
valuable to him. The greatest star is that
at the little end of the telescope the star
that is looking. not looked after, nor looked
at Theodore Parker
AS the rays come from the sun, and vet
are not the sun, even SO our love and pity,
though they are not God, but merely a
poor, weak image and reflection of him,
yet from HIM alone they come. 1t there
IS mercy in our hearts, it comes from the
fountain OF mercy. If there is the light
OF love in US it is ray from the full sun
of love. Charles Kingsley.
At the best. sarcasms, bitter irony.
scathing. wit, are a sort of sword play OF
the mind. You pink your adversary and
he is forthwith dead and then you deserve
to be hung for it, fBovee.