The Osceola times., 1878-08-03

A"o no@'e" oe"'hos }us' sninipB tnroush'
soswsst, 10 sad 20 swift, 90 SLOW, '''i
70 iuIl Of pain which blndly sro.s; t""i
20 full Of thoughts which either Vay a rl.t
Have passed and tossed snd touched zach day.
To us a thorn, to her q r0se -
The vesr 20 black, the year 10 white, NAV
Like rivers twain their course have run,
The earthly stream ve trscs and Know. jg III
But who shall paint the heavenly one
year We gather up our powers, 90
Our lamps We councrsts and trim, .aie! "
Open all windows 10 the day,
And Welcome every heavenly sir.7 laf -f
We viii press forward and will bear,
Having His word TO cheer the way 2 4i
She, storm-tossed once, 10 safe with Him,
Healed, comiorted, CONTEXT forgiven,
And while We count these heavy hours It
Has been year, year In hesven.
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Look On the Rrisht siae go
Is there one of US who does not some
times need this BIT Of advice? Things
are contrary. The people around us are
not entirely congeniai. Our worldly
affairs are not adjusted to our satisiac,
ton. The childrrn are ,retful Our
tavorite book has been Borrowed, and the
borrewerlis is notoriously careless person,
30 that we know that it will come back
desPoiled Of its freshness. The plan of
lie on which We have built seems very
much like a failure. We are Ia some
anxiety about some lo,ed one, whose
chamber Of sickness may. perhaps, become
the chamber OF death. S)me other loved
one misunderstands us, or opposes us
with caprice and temper when We are in
almost childish want of sympathy and
support. Perhaps our hardly earned
money, the accumulations of faithful
and frugal savings fsr years, Is gone, like
a puff OF smoke, ora breath. Look on
the bright sideY How can we? We are
ready to say that the heaven Is hung
with gloom, the earth obscured, the on.
ward path hidden from our view. We
are in the condition OF travellers in q
mountain land, on whom, midway In
their journey, has descended cold,
binding, and impenetrable veil Of fog.
A step either way may be perilous,
lor 1t may be over precipice.
1t becomes to our thought Al.
most an impertinence, this sweet voice
which bids us be Of good courage, and
count up the miseries, instead Of mourn.
ing over the disasters. -i. O.
Yet there Is, II we but care to look for
1t, always bright, serene aspect some
where, always an element OF cheer, and
always the hope OF better days to come
II is very seldom indeed that things are
30 utterly forlorn that they may not be
worse. In our reasonable moods, we
recognize this, and, however great our
trouble, we can acknowledge that 1t
might be greater. This is true, particu.
larly with regard to calamities and
Affections, such as visit us and constitute
events in life. These, it is true to say,
are frequently encountered and horne
with rare heroism by those whose forti.
tude fails them when small worries and
cares annoy and Distress II Is amid the
triAing, fretful pin.pricks of vexation
and daily embarrassment that we are
mortified by finding that the souls
armor Is not of proof. Then we are re.
solved to see no bright side, and we are
angry at those who try to present 1t to
our view. h tH la- nAl
Quite apart from material burdens and
SORROWS, there Ia another region of life,
In which at times there seems to be no
brightness possible. " In the midsilence
of the veiceless night" have you ever
lain awake, questioning your own soul,
while the tick Of the clock and the echo.
ing football OF some belated passer on the
street alone broke the stiffness /? RAh !,
the mystery, the vague terror, which,
have blsckened on you, and shut you 10,
as the tide imprisons loiterer in rome
cave on the ocean shore How the
thought Of a swift-coming eternity has
made you feed your own nothingness,
your belrlessness, and with what awe
you have contemplated the hour when
bu' few failing pulse heats should be
between you and that vast unknown.
Speculation, separated from faith, sets
you adrift, mere chip upon torrent,
and you have taken up the cry of one Of
old, Lord. what ia man, that Thou art
mindful Of him, or the son of man that
Thou visitest him ?" with chill dismsy
creeping over you, lest you should alp
away from the ever present care of God
Some OF the purest, noblest natures
suffer from this benumbing paralysis OF
doubt, now and then. II is humiliating
to reflect, too, that the tortures which
visit the intellectual and mental part arc
often part Of the penalty which an abused
physical constitution exacts. The nerves
are ever-wrought, the brain has been un :
duly stimulated, or the stomach has been
Ill-,reated, and then the body makes its
reprissIs on its spiritual tenant.
But come from what source soever II
may, there is mute sgony OF soul,
which we sometimes endure, and in
which 1t i, q consolation indeed to re.
member the Master, and His hard and
bitter conflict beaeath-the olives OF
Gethsemane. A. such hours, like Kheeted
ghosts, the errers and defects OF the past
revisit you, aad life grows unuttefsbly
cad. '.f'Hi if rfI "aH fiai at'.
Is there bright side heres Some
poet has said that the mark Of rank In
nature is capacity for pain, and to thess
nights OF sorrow there are correspond.
ing days of joy. But the real bright
side IL found only when, out Of the whirl
Of struggling emotions, the spirit casts
itself upon the sympathy Of jesus. s.
strong, 30 true, 20 tender IL the love Of
our Lord, that even - We cry, "SAve or
We perish" there. comes, swift - cur
need, the answer, "Lo, lam with you
always" ." NeiA ttp ~ .df
No subtlsr habit Of evil Il there in the
wsrld than that Of selfpity. The victim
OF this form OF selfshnes is always sur.
veyinR the dark side of thIngs. II we
choose We can cultivate in ourselves and
in our children the tunny nature. Al
well a. that which IN ever bemoanipe
! itself, and comparing ~ lot with that d