The Dawson journal., 1883-08-16
FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

ou1 WHdt you nave III your neaft,
that makes you a man.
A mans first care should be to
avoid the reproaches of his own
heat; his next to escape the censures
of the world.
The annals of the human race,
their ruins, since the world began, of
him afford no other trace than this
"There lived a man.
And what's life? A weary pill
grimage, whose glory in one day
doth fill the stage with childhood,
manhood, decrepit age.
Love, and the passions which it
excites, are almost always a subject
of ridicule for those who do not in
spire it or experience it.
l sum up half mankind, and add
two-thirds of the remaining half, and
find the total of their hopes and
fears-dreams, empty dreams.
Great is he who enjoys his earthen-
wale as if it were plate, and not less
great is the man to whom all his
plate is no more than earthenware.
Firmness is as different from its
mean substitute, obstinacy, as rash
ness is from true courage, prudery
from virtue, and bigotry from re-
ligion.
A breautiful godly life, q noble
manhood filled full! eft facilities and
heroismss, ls itself the very best state
meht and the very best defence OF
Christianity.
But slow the tree whose blossoms
shall mature to fruit, and we for
many an hour must strain and toll
and wait, and weep, if we the per-
feet fruit of all we are, would see.
They are best situated for happi-
ness who are neither too high nor
too low. High enough to cultivate
good manners, and obscure enough
to be left in the sweetest of soil
tudes.
It is worthy of note that the men
and women who think most highly
of themselves and most meanly of
others are those who render back to
society for the good things they en-
joy the smallest return of personal
effort.
There are n thousand things we
love more than God, without being
sensible of it. He whom we love is
he whom we are most concerned to
please, and are most afraid to offend.
Let us try our love by this rule.
Infdelity removes nothing that is
bad. 1t only ridicules and denounces
all that is good. It tears down
it never constructs; it destroys-it
never imparts life; it attacks relig-
ion, but it offers no adequate substi-
tute.
Bad luck is simply man with his
bands in his pockets, and his pipe in
his mouth, looking on to see how it
will come out. Good luck is man
of pluck, with his sleeves rolled up,
and working to make it come right.
Christ is the key to the history of
the world. Not only does all har
monte with the mission of Christ
but all is subordinated to it. When
| saw this it was to me as wonderful
and surprising as the light which
Paul was on his way to Damascus.
The Christ whom we preach, must
be the full Christ of the gospel-not
the ideal, but the historic Christ;
not Christ of ones own invention
and handiwork, but the Christ whom
the believing church of all ages con-
fesses and adores as her own.
What a blessed order of nature it
is that the footsteps of time are in
audible and noiseless, and that the
seasons of life, like those of the year
are so indistinguishably brought on
in gentle progression, and are so
blended, the one with the other, that
the human being scarcely knows ex-
cept from q faint and not unpleasant
sensation that he is growing old.
The cup Of sorrow is in constan t
circulation-we must all drink. and
some of us deeply. 1t is not mate
rial whose turn comes first ; the thing
is to benefit by the draught for it
requires very little self-knowledge to
convince us that we are unequal to
prosperity, and unable to sustain it
without growing careless. or attach
ing ourselves too stronglyto the thing