The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-11-27

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with circumstances and gone back, but
tn Stanley never thought of doing.
He had faith in God. himself and his
purpose. In his journal he wrote, and
the words glow with an energy that is
sublime, and deserve place in the
memory of every young man.
mo living man shall stop me; only
death can prevent me. But death
not even this; shall not de-I will
not die-I cannot die! Something
tells me I shall find him, and
write it larger, FIND HIM, FIND
HlM"
Full of the intensity of conviction,
faith born of the faith in God, Stanley
pressed on, hee lless of hardsh ps, till
one day he, with his party, came in
sight of Lake Tanganika, and a little
later he stood in the presence of the
great traveller, who for years had lost
tidings of native land, and had al
most ceased to look for aid from his
countrymen.
But for the faith of Stanley, DR..
Livingstode might have d ed of starva-
ton, and the world remained ignorant
of his fate
The subsequent career OF Stanley
has brought into greater prominence
h s sublime faith and resolute persist
ence which is satisfied with nothing
but the attainment of his oh ect, VIII en-
has already placed the world deeply in
debt.
The leaf from the journal repeats an
old lesson: Fa tn is power.
Endurance is the crowning quality
And patience all the passion OF great hearts;
These are their stay, and when the leaden
world
Sets its hard face against their fateful
thought,
And brute strength like a conquercr
Plunges its huge mall down on the other
scale,
The inspired soul but filings his patience in,
And slowly that outweighs the pJnderous
One faith against whole worlds unbelief,
One soul against the flesh oil all mankind ~
The Dead Bird.
Ha,pers Young People.
Our children, Maggie and Johnnie,
were the owners of two bright, pretty
canary birds. They called them Char
ley and Jennie. Jennie was bird of
that light buf-color so rare and so
much admired by the lovers of these
sweet songsters. Her eyes were like
two little shiny black beads, they were
Sc br ght and glistening. She was 4
fr endly creature, and liked to be no.
ticed and talked to. When we called
Jennie she would hop about her
cage and answer ''Sweet!' in the hear
test of tones. We all loved her, but
Maggie claimed her as her own.
One evening when l went to bring
the cages in from the little back porch,
where they had been hanging during
the warm afternoon, noticed Jennie
feathers we;e slightly flutfed up, but as
the evening was somewhat chilly, 1
thought she was probably a little cold,
so paid no more attent on to her. The
birds were not thought of next morn
ing TIL after breakfast, when Charley
began S morn ng song in a loud,
clear voice. Looking up [ saw Jennie
with her head tucked under her wing
as if fast asleep. How strange? Who
ever heard of bird sleeping after
dayl'g ght?
We gathered round her and tried to
guess what allied her One who had
knowledge of birds and their ways
prescribed for her. and we did all we
could; but she dropped more and more,
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and resolutelv kept her head tucked
under her wing. So we just watched
her, while the dishes stood on the ta-
BILE unwashed, and the floor remained
unswept and the beds unmade, For
long while she sat mat:onless; then
she gave Little tiutter and fell down,
a little golden heap in the bottom of
the cage.
Johns e had been coming in every
few minutes with the quest on. ''Mam-
ma, how is Jennie?" He Just came
in with the same question. | told him
Jennie was dead. He gave sad"Oh!'
as he went to look at her. Maggie was
at school, and was unconscious of the
sorrow that awaited her. As soon as
he saw her coming he ran to meet her,
and the sad story was soon told. Poor
Maggie! She came to me with pit full
voice, asking, Mamma, Is Jennie
dead?"
Eyes, DEAR" / answered.
She went to the cage. took the tiny
mite in her hand, and held it, oh, so
tenderly! 1e>pected she would cry,
but she d dn't. She held it out till told
to put it down, Then she got pretty
box, and wrapping her little treasure
in some soft, white material, she gen
tly placed it in the little box and put
it away till after school, when they
could bury it.
All that afternoon. as was busy
about my work, Charlcy's notes rang
out loud and clear and triumphant, as
only Charley could sing-for he was
rare singer-but it made me feel so
sad that could scarcely keep the
tears back. Charlev's singing had
never before made me feel SO sad. It
was only because 1 felt that never
again should hear Jennie's cheerful
chirp and twitter.
That evening, after school, the chill
dren, with few of their playmates,
put their Little pet away out of their
sight. A very small grave was made
teneath a rose-bush, and very small
head-stone placed in the proper place.
A few flowers were reverently strewn
around, and when they had finished
Their work they sadly returned to the
house.
AS long as we remained in the vii
lage that little mound under the rose