Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-03-07
SUNDAY EASY CHAIR.
rHERx Il NO DEATH.


And ever near us, though unseen.
The dear immortal spirits tread.
For Ill the boundless universe
Is life there are no dead.
am 4 king when l rule myself Stole
Proverb.
An opinion that is backed by curses
shows limited range of IDEAS E. II.
Chaplin.
Where there is no Christian Sabbath
there is no Christian morality; and with
out this free institutions cannot long be
sustained.-[ Mclean.
To seek for theology in philosophy is
to seek for the living among the dead I;
and to seek for philosophy in theology is
to seek for the dead among. the living.
Lord Bacon.
We must lend an attentive ear, for Gods
voice is soft and still, and is only heard of
those who hear nothing else. All, how
rare Is it to find a soul still enough to hear
God speak II Fenelon.
1t is not giving that makes paupers 1t
is giving without personal acquaintance
and liking which does that Gifts come
quite natural between friends, be they rich
or poor Edward Garrett.
The hands of faith never knocked at
heaven IN vain. No sooner hath Moses
shown his grievance than God shows him
the remedy; yet an unlikely one, that it
might be miraculous He that made the
waters could have given them any SAVIOR.
Il Bishop Hall.
massive arch spans Time, whose two
supports rest upon an eternity past and
an eternity to come. The impostsare Justice
and Mercy; the spsingers, the deity and hui
mainly of Christ, while the keystone is Re
demption. And as the race looks upon
that ponderous structure-the sublimest
work of God-it can read in letters of liv-
ing fire: without the shedding of blood
there Is no remission" Men may labor
to span time with another arch, or they
may attempt the obliteration of that ter
rible sentence but the arch and truth re-
main incompatible and unchanged as
Jehovah's protest against human sin, and
as constant revelation of the fathers de-
termination to save all who come to him
through his son, Jesus Christ William
Alfred Gay.
Pulpit and altar must have capable men,
not novices. Holy men, with hands washed
of mammon, the last thing that is washed
from mems hands men of greed for souls,
for the kohinoors and ingots of truth They
must be abreast or in advance of their
times, like the prophets To-day there is
a vast amount Of endless ard spiritless
preaching. There is cry about empty
churches, not because men feel no interest
in religion, but because they are weary of
platitudes and are worn out with spirit
lessness, They like to feel the hum of
great soul on their souls They must be-
lieve in the absolute honesty of their
preacher Let him feel the gravity of his
task, expounding doctrines as if he believed
them. The greatest need is revival of
the pulpit in all Professionalism, and more
than all in the Methodist church, Bishop
Foster.
Every deep soul has within himself
threshold over which no foot may tread.
and the deepest and most sacred feelings
are those that are never exhibited, not
even to the choicest and dearest. Are
there no such cavernous or crystalline
haunts within you; no such days OF aspira-
ton and hope; no such days of assured
victory no such days as when you hold
the charter Of Immortality, as it were, and
in letters of fire read your salvation sure
no days of tears wiped away; no days of
heart bound up with balm and perfume
no days in which your weakness is strong
by virtue of your conscious God with you
no days in which you triumph over the
world and over all it possesses; no days in
which you do it dissect to death and tread
it under foot in thought; no days in which
you do not wander away and out to your
children and looking to them find your
God; no days in which all your broken
and wounded experiences are healed ?-I II.
w. Beecher.
1t is not the poetry of the 23d Psalm
save as true poetry is the expression of the
highest, hottest truth-that so binds it to
the hearts and thoughts of men, but the
grand, encouraging truths that run like
golden thread through every line of its
rare music. 1t is every mans psalm, for it
meets every man with the word and the
promise and the hope that alone can en-
rich the life. 1t rests weary soul to read
of the "green pastures" and the low, sweet
murmurs of the still waters" falls on the
tired, wounded spirit with an infinite heal
ing calm. 1t inspires the timid soul with
courage to know that the God who bids us
walk in the way of righteousness does not
disdain to be our leader in the upward
climbings. Ten thousand death beds
death-beds of the young as well az the old
are cheered and gladdened as the words
fall gently on dying ears. Yea, though
walk through the valley of the shadow
of death, | will fear no evil, for thou art
with me; thy rod and thy staff they
comfort me;" and dying eyes see no
more the gloom of the valley of shadows,
but all the valley lies radiant in the light
of Cod Chicago Inter ocean.
That picture gallery ahead is brighter
and more thrilling than the picture gal
lery behind. Indeed, we take down the
best pictures of the earthly gallery and go
upon the step-ladder of amethyst and hang
them on the FURNISHED walls of heaven.
Look there is Christ For earthly gal
leries Rubens painted him, and Cuyp ard
Correggio painted him, and Tintoret
painted him, and Benjamin West painted
him, and Dore painted him, but this eclip-
SEES all and is the masterpiece of heaven.
Look there is Paul, the hero of the San
hedrim and Agrippa's court, and Mars
hill, and Nero's infamy, and who shook his
chained fist in the face of teeth-chatter-
ing royalty Look there Is Joshua, the
man who postponed shutdown, and
Vsshita, whose veil the profigacy of
Persian court could not lift or tear. Behold
them along the oorridors-David with his
harp and Miriam with her cymbals, and ,
Lachariah with his scroll, and ST. John
with his seven walls, and the resurrection
angel with his trumpet. Yea, they are our
loved ones, the cough gone
from the throat, the weariness from the
limbs, the languor from the eye, the wan
ness from the check. Let us go and en-
brace them. Let us go up and live with
them. From this hilltop where all sorrow
and signing shall be done away with. May
Sod make that place to us reality
Talmage.