The Republican journal., 1877-02-01
Jewels of Thought and Devotion.

Sometimes little flower will tell
of Gods good wisdom than the grandest words
hat ever preacher preached or organ chords
Thundcred within the temples sacred door,
A flying seed waited on busy wind,
A bird nest hiding where the branches lean,
A glimpse OF sunlit valley, left behind,
With sweet homes nestled in the living green.
Some friendly voice that greets us on .he road
In common Salutation brief and kind
A gentle glance by stranger eyes bestowed,
The dear face of 4 child with tender meaning lined,
A lonely grave where violet buds have blown
These are the presents by which God is known.
Every man desires to live long; bu, no man
would be old
Act well at the moment and Won have per
formed 4 good action To All eternity.
rtue i, state OF war, and to live ia il we
havt always to combat with uur>eh es.
II is bat one step from rompaniou>hip u
slavery, when one associates with Wee.
Active natures are rarely melancholy. Ac,
itity and melancholy are Incompatible.
Happiness can he butt ON virtue alone, and
must of necessity have truth for lis foundation
A grain of sand leafs to the fan OF a mountain
when the moment has come for the mountain
10 fall.
Keep the horrors Al arms length. Never
tnrn u blessing round 10 whether ii has A
DAN side 10 At
have hnoWn 1olh- wao have never commit
led Il bnnder whose hearts are ~ dry as dust
and other, who have constantly transgressed,
whose sympahie- were A. VAIN and A. quick
~ those OF an ANGEL. ella Eurleloh.
5,l-7a, rlre, il has been aid, brings lappi-
ness. A happiness they WiSt not who cultivate
II not. 1t transforms the mind, it enlarges the
heart it eeVates the soul it makes man loved
II assists HIM on in the right path ii helps him
that which Dts-efh al unIpr II q u,iiDC
We know not ,hal we are, any more than
what We shall be. 1t j, II high, solemn, almost
awful thought for every individual man. that
his earthly influence, which has commence
1nPnt, III never through all ages, were lie the
very meanest OF us, have IN cnd What is
done Is done, has already blended itself with
the boundlc~-, everything, eYer-W orkin" uni
verse, and viii al4o W0rl. there tor good or
evil openly or secretly throughout all time.
0ltnrr.
"The fashion of his world passeth away.''
We seek perpetuity of youth; but il will not
stay. We cannot persuade ourselves that it
does stay. The ancicntS longeh for immortal
youth. They spoke IN angry dissatisfaction of
The wastes Of mid-Hlr and yet more Of those Of
OLD age; and III mythology they sought Ia en-
-hTinr beauty and freshness in the GODS accord
ing 10 The Il conception OF the permanenre ot the
ubStanrPs OF life. 50 we are seeking to main
Lam A. long n We may those bodily conditions
which shall be most fruitful OF 10Y, of enjoy
men, OF strength and OF visible accomplish
inent7. But change comes. We are Obliged to
submit 10 Limitations. We drift away from
rome state in every round hour. We are not
The same to-day that we were Yesterday IN
things We are more; but there is Il waste
III some things other, in some things else.
The household Is changing perpetualy as the
lndN ldual changes. \ wedding i, al one door
and a funeral is at the other. Life passes per
petually between the two, coming and going
Abiding never might be written over the
threshold of every dwelling. our children arr.
not two years the same to Us. First, they are
babies; then we miss the cradle, and look for
them higher up along the line OF life and then
they dlsperSe IN their several ways: and the
Did house is lonesome; and the old clock ticks
unheeded behind the door. They return again,
by and By, bringing their children, and renew
The household; but how different! The early
grief is gone. Having struck ike lightning, it
has Ike lightning revealed to lis something that
we saw not before; and in thousand ways
care Is assuaged; asperities are rubbed smooth,
and burdens have grown light. Changes have
been going on in each, and in the whole accu-
mulated household; there has been change be
fore our eyes continually; and yet it scarcely
dlspossesseS us, even in old age, of the thought
that we can make something abide. No. the
world is full of empty nests. There the bird
brooded and Matched her young; there they
were tledged; and they 'flew away in the
language of the old poet, land where now they
sing no man may know" Life is perpetuaIy
changing.
Friends are changing. They are losing the
ethereal element, and turning to the gross; or
they are going from the material toward the
spiritual. In one way or another we are los
ing them. They are scattering. They are
changing, ut any rate. Lo, throughout life our
heart is AS Il spider of the night, that throws
ont from himself webs on every side, and has
his dwelling on the stable grass, until the
browsing OK or thp LARGE foot af the