Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1879-01-31
SUNDAY READING
ne EAsIER's ToCCH

THE xAsTEhs rorCH.
In the still air the music lie. unheard;
In tae rough marble beauty hides unseen
To make the music and the beauty needs
The masters touch, the sculptor's ehisel keen.
Grta. Master, touch US with thy skiliul hand
Let not tbs music that Ia In US die
Great Sculptor, hew and polish Us nor let,
Hidden and lost, thy form within Us lie
Spare not the stroke do with US IS thou wilt!
Let there be nau.ht unhni.hsd, unbroken, marred>f
Comp lets thy purpose, that we may become
Thy perfect Image, thou cur God and Lord
-B0nG.
He whose evil deeds are covered by good
deeds, brightens up this world like the moon
when she rises from behind cloud.
This is true philosophy, that buriss not its
gold in ostentatious charity, but builds its
hospitals in the human heart.-l Harley.
I've noticed that in those villages where
the people lead quiet life among the green
pastures and the still waters, tllling the
ground and tending the cattle. there's
strange deadness TO the Word, as different as
can be from the great towns, like Leeds.
where once went to visit holy woman who
breaches there. IT'S wonderful how rich 10
the harvest of souls up those high-walled
streets, where you seem to walk as IN prs
on yard. and the ear is deafened with the
sounds of worldly toll l think maybe 1T is
because the promise is sweeter when this
life is so dark and weary, and the soul gets
more hungry when the body Is i'll at ease
George Eliot.
He who learns and makes no use OF his
learning is a beast of burden. with load OF
books. Comprehendeth the ass whether he
carries on his back library or a bundle of
fagots p Saadi.
Is thy burden hard and heavy: do thy steps drag
YEARLY:
Help to bear thy brothsr'I burden Col will bear
both Il and thee,
round thee moan
Law eli their wounds thy basams, AMI that balm
shall heal thine own.
Mrs. Charles.
Short as life is, it is the seed-tlme for
eternity. whatsoever man sows here, he
shall be reaping TO all eternity If he sows
to the wind, he shall reap the whirlwind- II
he sows to the flesh, he shall reap eorruP-
ton. If he sows in righteousness. he shall
reap in mercy. If he sows to the Spirit, he
shall reap life everlasting This life Is the
day of grace, the season of mercy, when en-
during riches may be secured. Many have
| seized the moments As they passed, and be-
come immensely rich in faith, in good works.
| in bright hopes, and IN blessed inheritance
beyond the skies.-[New York Evangelist.
True faith is the souls outward not its in
ward, look. The object on which 1t hxes Its
eye, is not the hearts eyer-varying frames
| and feelings, but the never-varylng Christ
| II you would be sure OF your path at night,
| YOU do not look down to the ground at your
feet, but away to the light in the window,
that shows clearly the way to your home
[Bailie.
Angels in the grave will not question thee
as to the amount of wealth thou has left be-
hind :hee, but as to what deeds thou hast
done in the world to entitls thee to seat
among the blest.-[The Koran.
He who resrs up one child in Christian
virtue, or RECEIVERS one fallen creature to God,
builds a temple more precious than Solo
mon or ST. Peters, more enduring than
earth or sky.-lChanning
When tempted to scorn the little duties OF
our calling, let us think of such sayings as
the following One day visitor at Michael
Angeles studio remarked to that great artist,
who had been describing certain little finish
ing touches" lately given to statue-"but
those are only trihes." 1T may be SO, re-
piled the sculptor but recollect that tribes
make perfection and perfection is no tribe.
In the same spirit the great painter Poussin
accounted for his reputation in these words
because l have neg elected nothing.
Is there anything better than the tongue
Is it not the bond of society, the organ OF
truth, the expression of reason, the instru-
ment of kindness to man. and of praise and
| alteration to God Is there anything worse
than the tongue? Is it not the instrument
of strife, the means of contention, the source
of division and wars, the organ of error, OF
lies, of calumny. OF blasphemies ?-l Esop.
mans own observation. what he finds
good of and what he finds hurt OF. is the best
physic to preserve health.-[Bacon-
What is even poverty itself, that man
should murmur under it: 1t is but As the
pain of piercing maiden's ear, and you
hang precious jewels in the wound--l Rich
| ter.
Know and improve every talent to the ut
most whether in preaching, writing, speak
ing, or acting. l feel convinced that every
man has given him of God much more than
he has any idea of, and that he can help on
the worlds work more than he knows Of
What We want is the single eye that will see
what our work is, the humility TO accept 1t,
however lowly. the faith to do 1t for God. the
perseverance to so on till death. Norman
Macleod.
: Those vino hope for no other life are dead
: even for this.-[Goethe.
In this theatre of mans life it is reserved
only for God and angels to be lockers on.
Peace is such precious jewel that l would
!. give anything for it but truth Matthew
Henry.
Lord believe in rEee,
In want 10 pain, in grief
trust Thee where cannot see
+ Help thou my unhs!ie:
Thy Iax is In my heart
/ With that follow Thee;
II sin still rule tho worser part,
Be merciiul to me-
trust my brother. too;
= In him though lost ind
Some spark Thy breath may yet renew
For thou 10 him art kind.
All that are Thine are mine;
10 save men Thou didst come;
Live in my life, Love divine,
Then l, too, may save some.
, Standby AnsTHe0n-
: Under no circumstances. whether OF pain
or grief, or disappointment, or irreparable
mistake can it be true that there Is not
| something to be done well as something
! to be suffered. And thus tits that the spirit
: of Christianity draws over our life, not q
I leaden cloud of remorse and dependency,
; but sky-not perhaps of radiant, but yet
I of most serene, and chastened and manly
) hope. There is past which Is gone forever,
but there is future which Is still our own
!; I Robertson.
What marvellous salvation is this Christ
takes a worm of the dust. and transforms it
into an angel u black and deformed thing,
and makes it clean aud matchless in glory,
peerless in beauty, and tit to be the COM
panion of seraphs On, my soul, stand and
admire this blessed truth of salvation by
! Christ - TSpurueon