Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-04-04


t-eecil Moore in The Culver
Next to faith in God is faith in labor
IBovee.
Outward service alone Is Of no value
IGeikie.
A word sometimes Lasts longer than a
marble slab,
God is in every holy resolve Of man.
TDr. T. f. Park.
There can he TO Christianity where there
is no eharity.-[Colton-
The blue of heaven is larger than the
cIoud.-[E. B. Browning.
1t is well to think we'll; il is divine to
act WE'LL Horace Mann.
1t is vanity to desire to live long and
moi care to live we'll Thomas kempis.
He who can take advice is sometimes
superior to him who can give it.-I Won
Knebel.
While word u yet unspoken you are
master OF it; when once 1t Is spoken II Is
master of you.
Faith, though weak, Is still faith
glimmering taper if not glowing torch
but the taper may give light as truly as the
torch, though not 50 brightly II. Muller.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys
of life; security IS an insi pid thing and
the oyertaking and possessing Of wish
discovers the folly Of the chase ". Con
greye.
Vice or virtue chiefly imply the rela-
tons of our actions to men i'll this world
sin and holiness rather imply their rela-
tions to God and the other wor!d.-[I.
Watts
The growth Of grace is like the polishing
Of metals. There is first an Opaque surface;
by-and-by you see a spark darting out;
then strong light, till at length it sends
back perfect image OF the sun that shines
upon it Payson.
As the tree Is fortified by lis own broken
branches and falling leaves, and grows out
of its own decay, 50 men and nations are
bettered and improved by trial, and refined
out OF broken hopes and hlighted expecta-
tons F. ". Robertson.
No one of my fellows can do that special
work for me which | have come into the
world to do He may 90 higher work,
but he cannot do my work. cannot hand
my work over to him, any more than | can
hand my responsibility or my gifts.
[Ruskin.
There IS an old Christian legend, absurd
US a legend, but beautiful as a parable, that
The cross on which Christ was crucified was
made out Of the wood of the tree Of life. 1t
is true in idea, for he and his work viii be
the source of all life, for earth and for
heaven, whether Of body, soul or spirit
| Maclaren.
Men who are continually denouncing
human nature as selfish, unreliable and
degraded only exhibit and advertise them
selves They are heartleos, or lying, or are
worn ut-blase-men from whom the sun
shine is gone. They have become SO black
that they absorb all and give out nothing.
THE Presbyterian.
And when it is all over, and our feet will
run no more, and our hands are helpless,
and we have scarcely strength to murmur
Il last PRAYER. then we shall see that, in
stead of needing larger field, we have
EFF .. untitled many corners Of our single
acre and that none OF ii is lit for our Mas
ter's eye. were It moi for the softening
shadows of the cross.-[ Edward Garrett.
Yesterday, last week, last year, they are
gone Yesterday was such day as never
was before and never can be again. Out
of darkness and eternity 1t was born, a
new, fresh day; into darkness and eternity |
1t sank again forever. What were we do |
ing yesterday? Thrilling our hearts with |
the excitement of life, contriving how to |
spend the day most pleasantly? Was that
our day IF. W. Robertson.
Find Us a better answer 10 the question |
ings of our spirits than Christ has fur
nished Show us better ideal OF man |
hood than he has given Bring lis better
testimony of the life beyond the grave than
he has borne All. for four thousand |
years the world tried in vain to return TO
God; and, now that He has come Himself
TO be the way, we will not give Him up for
any negation.-[W w. NJ. Taylor.
The world is IN immense picture-book of
every passage in human life. The lover
sees reminders of his mistress in every
beautiful object; the saint an argument for
devotion in every natural process, and the
facility with which nature lends itself to
the thoughts of man, the aptneSs with
which a river, flower, bird, fire, day, or
night can express his fortunes, as if the
world were only disguised man, ard with
change of form rendered to him all his
experience r. W. Emerson.
Brief collect: Almighty Lord, Thou art
everywhere present. Thou hast Thy tab
crnacIe in the sun and in the dewdrop
and in the wayside flower. All the earth
is a temple for Thy glory The hlllsides
are affairs. and the dim woods are solemn
aisles for Thy praise. Thou fillest these
temples no mans hands have reared, and
We bless Thee. Thou dost not disdain the
sanctuaries of Thy saints. Many and
gracious have been Thy revelations there.
Come to-day to these temples of Thy
grace, and while We wait around Thine
altar show Us the beauty Of Thy holiness,
the richness OF Thy grace.
We are touching our fellow beings on
all sides They are affected for good or for
evil by what we are, by what we say and
do, even by what we think and feel Many
flowers in the parlor breathe their fra
GRANGE through the atmosphere. We are
each Of Us silently saturating the atmos-
phere about Us with the subtle aroma of
our characters. In the family circle, be-
sides and beyond all the teaching the daily
life of each parent and child mysteriously
mobiles the life of every person IN the
household No man liveth and no man
dieth 10 himself Others are built up and
strengthened by our unconscious deeds
and others may be wrenched out of their
places and thrown down by our uneon-
g,,,oiief