Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-03-14
SUNDAY EASY CHAIR.
SOMETHING BEYoND.

Dc brave, be paticntl IN the fair beyond
Thoult understand.
Thou'lt understand why our most royal hours
CrJuch rfowlul Slaves bound by low IA
tuIe'S greed;
Why the celestial soul Il minion's made
To narrowest need
In this pent sphere of being incomplete
The imperfect fragment OF oeauteous Fhoie.
For yon rare regions, where the perfect meet.
Signs the lone soul
sighs for the perfect Far and fair it lies:
Il hath no halfted friendships periShing feet,
No partial insight, no aveTted eyes,
No loves unmeet
something beyondl Light for our clouded
In Ills dark dwelling, in its shrouded beams:
our Best waits masked; few pierce the soul S
How sad it seemsl
something beyondi The immortal morning
above the night; clear shines her president
The pendulous star in her TRANSPORTED hands
Lights up the now.
Every duty we omit obscurca some truth
we should have known Ruskin.
II men are so wicked with religion,
what would they do without it II Frank
lin.
A loving heart and pleasant counte-
mani e are commodities which a man should
never fail 10 take home with him.
When any calamity has been suffered,
the first thing TO be remembered is how
much has been escaped.-[ johnson.
Every lie, great or small, is the brink of
a preclpiCe, the depth Of which nothing
out 0mnisciencc can fathom.-l Reade.
When home Is ruled according to Gods
word angels might be asked 20 stay at
night with us, and they would not find
themselves out Of their element.-tSpur-
geon.
Teach self-deniaI and make its practice
pIeasurable, and You create for the world
destiny more sublime than ever issued
from the brain of the widest dreamer.
walter Scott.
The love of Christ is like the blue SKY,
into which YOU may see clearly, but the
real vastneSs of which you cannot measure.
1t is Ike the seas, into whose BOSOM you
eau look a little way, but It's depths are
uriathomable.-[ McCheyne.
We never know through what divine
mysteries Of compensation the great Father
Of the Universe may be carrying out his
eublinle plan; but his words, "God is
love" ought to contain 30 every doubling
soul the solution of all things Miss
Mulock
The face of 4 loving old man is always
70 me Ike a morning moon, rejecting the
yet unseen sun Of the world, yet fading
before lis approaching light, until, when
it does rise, it fades and wither5 away from
our gaze, absorbed in the source of its own
beauty George Macdonald.
God ladies' the wings OF private prayer
with the sweetest, choicest and chicfe.t
blessings. All how often has God kissed
the poor Christian at The beginning Of pri-
vate prayer, spoken peace to him in the
midst Of his prayer, and filled him with
light, Joy and assurance upon It's close
lSeleeted.
A century ago, an intidel German Count
eSs dying, ordered that her grave be COW
cred With a solid graniteslib; that around
it should te placed solid blocks Of stone, |
and the whole Re fastened togetheG by |
strong ron clamps, and that on the stone
he cut these words: This buriaI-placc |
purchased to all eternity, must never be |
opened But little seed sprouted under |
the covering, and the tiny shoot found its
way through between two Of the slabs, and |
grew there slowly and surely until it burst |
the clamps asunder and, lifting the in
mense blocks, the structure ere long be |
came 4 confused mass of rock, among which |
in verdure and beauty grew the great oak |
which had caused the destruction. Thus |
tc- h.,
spread in splendor above the ruins of the |
false, and thus " he that exalteth himself |
shall be abased."- The Lutheran.
The fat death is memorable. There is
no appeals for relief from the great law
which dooms US tc dust. We flourish and
fade as the leaves Of the forest, and the
flowers that bloom, wither and fade in a
day, have no Trailer hold upon life than
the mightiest monarch that ever shook |
the earth with his footsteps Generations
Of mon win appear ard disappear As the
grass, and the multitude that throng the |
world today will disappear as footsteps on
the shore. Men seldom think Of the great |
event Of death until the shadow falls
across their own pathway, hiding from
their eyes the faces Of loved ones whose
living smile was the sunlight Of their cx-
i5tcnCe Death Is the antagonist Of life, and |
the thought of the tomb is the skeleton of
ell fcasts. We do not want TO 90 through |
the dark valley, although its dark pass
sage may lead 70 paradise we do not
want 60 90 down into damp graves, even
with princes for bed-fcllows. In the beau |
tiful drama Of 3" Ion" the hope of imAor-
tally, so cloquently uttered by the death
devoted Greek, finds deep response in every
thoughtful soul. When about to yield his
life 4 sacrifice to fate, his Clemanthc asks |
if they should meet again, to which he re-
spends: " ! have asked that dreadful qucs-
ton Of the hills that are eternal-of the
clear streams that flow forever-of stars
among whose fields Of azure my raised
spirits have walked in glory. All are
dumb. But rs | gaze upon thy living face,
| feel that there is something in love
that NANTES through it, beauty, that can
not wholly perish We shall meet again,
Clemauthe. = George d. Prentice.
In = recent lecture by Father Higgins,
in Cincinnati, upon the subject,
' Are the Gospels Reliable History"
the following is given by the
Commercial Gu7ettc rs an outline
oi the argument and thought pre-
sentcd After showing that the paeans,
who denied the divinity Of Christ. admit
ted the truthfulnc-s Of the new Testament,
he proceeded to consider the character of
the writings and their authors. They were
while some who had witnessed
the facts we're still living. The Evangelists
could have 10 motives Tor trying to de-
ceive others; their testimony brought
shem only persecution and death. So SUI
blime arc the doctrines and 50 perfect the
morality Of the Gospels, that to suppose
them the inventions Of the Evangelists is
90 suppose an absolute imrossihiiity. They
often differ; thcy never contradict one
another Written by unlcarncd men, they
throw all other histories into the shade.
The writers frankly described their own
and the Yacillations of their
own faith, and their own cowardice, yet
they express sober intensity Of conviction.