Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-05-09
SUNDAY EASY CHAIR.
THE OLD MANS GOT

i and Old and witherd and gray:
| am weary igor have passed away;
My youth ana 4eSs. deSolate tree;
| stand, like lea need no thought of me.
For the world has no zen supple, and strong
| But there was a time, WI. CHEEKY song
i rose with the sum- and my IKE,
The silence deep of the forest b. -reke.
1 AS the tall trees fell at my sturdy -,
The hands that have cut the forest down., ,rir
Oft reap not the sheaves which the eiea>
crown;
] The eyes that have watch'd the clicking loom,
| From the gray of dawn 10 the evenings gloom,
OF look il in vain for their daily bread
] For them the toll, and the failing health,
| For another the pleasures and poHp OF wealth.
| o God had lain me down and died,
! Years. years ago, by the lone waySide;
| | had lain me down in sheer despair,
| We're it not that | felt that Thou vert there.
| We're il not for the comfort and peace found
In Thee when the skies were dark around;
Were it not for the hopes which fll'd my breast
OF the home where the weary may find rest.
1 bow at Thy feet, with heart defiled
With a thousand sins, but Thou hast smiled
By night and day on my lonely way,
And kindlieT still as my locks grew gray.
Then, what is the scorn of the world to me?
What are its gloom, and its perjury?
When can look up, from couch on the sod
With faith and hope 10 the old mans God.
IS. b, Foster in Inter Ocean.
Our grand business in life is not to see
what lies dimly at distance, but to
do what lies clearly at hand.-lCarlyle.
Love is like painter, who, in drawing
the portrait of a friend having 5lcmish in
one eye, would picture only the other side
of the face.-ISouth.
comprehend all things To Him there is
rpthipy ,,1s+ Irtbipu jS
present-lCervantcS.
Death is the Iiberator OF him whom free
dom cannot release, the physician of him
whom medicine cannot cure, and the com
forter of him whom time cannot console.
Cotton.
There never did, and never will, exist
anything permanently noble and excellent
in a character which was a stranger to the
exercise of resolute self-denial-[S ir Wal
ter Scott.
The empire Of Christ is a moral, not a
material empire; it is a realm not of bodies,
but of souls instinct with intelligence and
love. Its seat of power is the conscience
of mankind.-[Canon Liddon.
The resurrection is only the tomorrow
morning of death, and when we think of
the grave we should do as in the happy
days of our childhood we thought of our
bed when we retired to it for the night, ex-
pecting an elder brother to call US in the
morning and take US with him on a pleas
ant excursion DIR. VIM. NJ. Taylor
l say, without seeking, truth cannot be
known at all. 1t can neither be declared
from pulpits nor set down in articles. nor
in any wise prepared and sold " in pack
ages ready for use. Truth must be found
for every man by himself out of the hlsk
with such help as he can get. indeed, but
not without stern labor of his own Rus
kin.
He who spares vice or apologies for it in
the places of the world wrongs virtue in
every place; he helps the good to look
unto it leniently, ard thus to lower the
tone of morality within themselves; he
assists the bad to make it respectable and
thus to give them warrant and license in
its imitation, and ever in its emulation
re-. II. Holland.
The devil does not trap us twice alike If
yesterday he came through vanity, o-day
he will come through pride. If to-day he
comes on one side, tomorrow he will come
on the other. And we are always watch
ing the hole at which he came in last,
while he Is coming in at another. We are
guarding an empty hole, while he is dig
glng a new one.
Every day is a little life, and our whole
life is but day repeated, whence il is that
old Jacob numbered his life by days, and
Moses desires to be taught this point of
holy arithmetic. TO number not his years
but his days Those, therefore. that dare
lose day, are dangerously prodigal; those
that dare to misspend it, desperate . Sc
All the days are His who gave them a be-
eriD t,ir,or and continuance. Gonna IL
hath made ours, not to command, but to
use. In none may we forget Him in some
we must forget all beside him Bishop
Hall.
When | was young man there lived in
our neighborhood farmer who was usually
reported to be very liberal man, and I'M
commonly upright in his dealings. When
he had any of the produce of his farm to
dispose of, he made an iuyariable rule to
give good measure, or, rather more than
would be required of him. One of his
friends, observing him frequently doing So
questioned him as to why he did it he
told him he gave too much, and said it was
to his disadvantage. Now, mark the
answer of this excellent man: God has
permitted me but one Journey through the
world, and when | am gone I cannot re-
turn to rectify mistakes The old farm
want TO rectify.-[ HOratio Seymour.
1t is not God or Christ that is forgotten or
to be forgotten in this new epoch. 1t is
only the Presbyterian or Baptist or Catho-
lie that is to grow less in love and less in
memory, that man the Christlike may grow
greater in reality and in promise. What
fading shall come Will result from an excess
of light in some new orient, casting all else
into shadow, The world was thus made
for man, for his education, his genius, his
arts, his home, his anusementS, his love,
his Righteousness, his worship. Compared
with these objects all names and terms fail
of importance But Of all these God is seen
rs the cause Christ the earthly agent of
heaven. And in this new drift of theology
the glory of mankind becomes the mole
sublime and measureless glory of Cod
David Swing.
We should spend our evenings. or some
evenings in each week, not in d-playing
in silly trivialties and friyolities but in
company with the great poets and think
ers and, above all, in company with the
inspired sagcs and prophets who have
written this great book. full of the wisdom
of God, which never periShes. Fill your
minds with some OF this wisdom-with
beautiful pictures and thoughts. Make
them garden of roses and daisies, so that
when the afternoon of life comes. and
things around you begin to wither, and the
sunshine to turn to shadows, you can look
within and refresh yourselves with the
beauty, the pictures and the flowers YOU
find there. If you would lay up riches for
tne future. enrich your minds and decorate
your souls.-L Rominger.
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