The Newtown bee., 1879-07-30

Inefe nave been moments when the cruel world pressed hard upon you, and you could not thank God for the gift of being. All the universe you then saw was bound ed by the fieshly eyesight Under that fitting cloud you almost if not quite, de- nied both God and eternity. both the eternal justice and the limitless possi- biIities of God.
 Human knowledge cannot comfort us, tor it tells us how 'the Attest" only shall survive the scramble for place-and by the .''fittest" is meant the hung riest, bold est, fiercest. Society comes perilously near to the position of science, when it has such meagre applause for modesty, and bestows it's crown upon blatant con- ceit and brazen strife for the front ranks and the richest things in the eworld feast. It is-not the cynic spirit of jealousy or bitterness at the scant fare of earth that leads us to give half assent to the senti- ment:
 1t sounds like stories from the world of spirits. If any obtain that which he merits.
 Or any merit that which he obtains.'
 How strange thls too common usage of even Christian society, in the light of the Gospels Spirit. which teaches us how the strong oughtto bear the infirmities of the weak If we must lose sight of Christ and eternity, what scores of lives must cOnstran us to say, 'It were better if they had not been born" We stand over the open grave where some fond mother Is consigning her jewel to the keeping of the dust; and as we see how fitly blend the marble features and the snowy lillies, as we think how the whiteness and the sweet perfume floating up out of the open grave are emblems of the pure soul that innocent little one has taken away into the presence of God we wonder why such pure lives must begin at all if only to be quenched. But the tiny infant. who flies away with the angels out of your arms before he has tasted a morsel of your earth feast, is richer far than you could make him, had you all the Kingdoms of the world and the glory of them in your gift. We should plant the roses, could we but drink in their fragrance from bucs never to mature. Just here, where you grieve over what you call a blighted life. so you need the Redeemer to step in and say, 'What I do thou knowest net no,c but thou shalt know heseafter." You cal, me cruel to rob your motber's heS.Es But I tell you how ro-duy Y s.r. ple,-..-s.s the germs of glorious life, goszs ana. mine together; ana when ray 'atier's' saints shall have been gath. .ero5>; >;h ohre, . will take you by the hand s...5. point you to the flowers and fruit $ 2zoTn this days planting,-the life. or4c5. s2 feeble. grown now into perfect ,stes1gth, 'untarnished by the taint of lea.th, ever pure, holy. blameless in f Ie zaza!isions sof'myFather'st house." 's l tell 5o9. fsiends, if unbelief shall ever tf 4 a,, from us the power tP paint these. taaching but inspiring and giofi7 ou {, rSetares before eyes hiipd with weep ] .ng. azer human life must settle pail. of Idsrlness' more. appalling than Snoe, > bcooded over the ane.ept chaos. aetoss ! ths Almighty pronounced 'Iet 'lnerss D, iiaht." Life must. be iduttand Isf7'--.sss [ crushed under the great weight or Hess grief. without the alasesE f upward and onward. and to say ,, shalt be and thou sltatt ssaa'. :,
 weare striving always + r ourselves with the kEsow
 i, gain tomorrow: fhr life to hhis secrets, tfen,1n ledge we bc
 this lowdE world, ough the biai,
 mot htoW e,H pAt" regard to the ia,
 De thoug!At 9 God is ever tellin.
 # he kee' ereGffer." Why shouI eloI2es' more grievoas dlopr.,a, :, realm from us somewhat of 2, all Knowledge till we reach E V of perfect light? We arc OTTO,
 the while towards the hest l,ne,.,,
 ,'e shall have hereafter, Then ye
 :, may We rest. W with -, III ehiidlike trust upez his ,,r lept ioFes to bis great ends unthwarted sy .ba l- cur religion is not coueernaa so, lam with the world to come. Ry an yer soarse .of tender ministration did 2
 It ui' me Master come down into tba ra eri- As' VI mortal grief to dissipate if .ri- no tovlAg presence. VeriIy have .ve teso BIS sweet story to little n,rnos ls we have not learned that of him se, ,9 ,,oM clearly does that blessed life of fl oy Master reveal to us, - '' mt Yihat OCT the cruciblc of rain
 ;t watches the tender eye of Lova = ne SLOW transmitting of the chain ., nnAs are iron below to gold .ha,a,.. nefe have doubtless been mom.n., oeiihastering grief in vour livas ,,.,.. :, r a. 'ai si'e wealth of earth. all the wisdom =. :, ,ieii1 or modern ages. all our freq suro, : s;. = Anowieage, poetry or art, would yo. sis5 sias .or m some divine haus to lead you h,.~ ,-1 n.i'u the Vail and disclose the mystery ,f your sorrow. the purpose of .vonr ,,,,, -