Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-07-27
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DAYS in all his life. DO not pelleNe ~
had seen twelve minutes OF thoTouSi
satisfaction. Napoleon l. SAID: tull
with disgust from the cowardlce ana sell
ishness of man. | hold NE horlor
death is repose. What L nave suneree
the last twenty days is beyond humai
hand, to show how one may be happy
under the most adverse circumstances
inst after the Ocean Monarch had been
wrecked in the English Channel, q
steamer was cruising along in the dark
ness. when the Captain heard song, q
sweet song, coming over the water, and
he bore down toward that voice, and
found it was Christian woman on q
plank of the wrecked steamer, singing
to the tune of st. Martins:
| Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the pillows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high.
The heart right toward God and man!
we are happy. The heart wrong toward
God and man. we are unhappy.
| Another reason why we should come
fact that all the differences of earthly
condition are transitory. The houses
you build, the land you culture, the
places in which you barter, are soon to
90 into other hands. However hard you
may have it now, if you are Christian
the scene will soon end. Pain, trial,
persecution never knocks at the door OF
the grave. A coffin made out of pine
boards is just as good a resting place MS
one made out Of silver mounted mahog
any or rosewood. Go down among the
resting places of the dead, and you will
find that though people there had a
great difference of worldly circum
stances, now they are all alike uncon-
scious. The hand that greeted the SEN
ator, and the president. and the king is
still as the hand that hardened on the
mechanics hammer or the manufact-
urer's wheel. It does not make any diff
ference now, whether there is a plain
stone above them from which the tray
eler pulls aside the weeds to read the
name, Or tall shaft springing into the
heavens as though to tell their virtue to
the skies.
In that silent land there are no titles
for great men, and there are no rum
blings Of chariot wheels. and there is
never heard the foot of the dance. The
Egyptian guano which is thrown on the
the soil, is the dust raked out from the
sepulchers of kings and lords and
mighty men. o the chagrin of those
men if they had ever known that in
the after ages of the world they would
have been called Egyptian guano.
Of how much worth now is the crown
of Cesar? Who bids for it? Who cares
now anything about the Amphictyonic
council Or the laws of Lycurgus? Who
trembles now because Xerxes crossed
the Hellespont on a bridge of boats.
Who fears because Nebuchadnezzar
thunders at the gates of Jerusalem?
Who cares now whether or not Cleopa-
ira marries Antony? Who crouches be-
fore Ferdinand, or Boniface, or Alaric?
Can Cromwell dissolve the English Par
lament now? Is William, Prince of
Orange. King of the Netherlands? No,
no! However much Elizabeth may love
the Russian crown, she must pass it to
Peter, and Peter to Catherine, and
Catherine to Paul, and Paul to Alexan-
pold put the German scepter into the
hands of Joseph, and Philip comes
down off the Spanish throne to let Fer
dinand go on. House of Aragon, house
of Hapsburg. house of Stuart, house of
Bourbon, quarreling about everything
else, but agreeing in this: The fashion
of this world passeth away" But have
all these dignitaries gone? Can they
be called back? l have been in assem-
blages where have heard the roll
called, and many distinguished men
have answered. If should call the roll
o-day of some of those mighty ones
who have gone, wonder if they would
not answer. / will call the roll of the
kings first: Alfred the. Great! William
the Conqueror! Frederick II! Louis
XVI! No answer. 1 will call the roll
of poets: Robert Southey! Thomas
CAMPBELL! John Keats! George
Crabbe! Robert Burns! No answer. 1
call the roll of artists: Michael Angelo!
Paul Veronese! William Turner! Chris
topher Wren! No answer. Eyes closed.
Ears deaf. Lips silent. Hands palsied.
Sceptcr, pencil, pen, sword. put down
forever. Why should We struggle for
such baubles?
Another reason why We should culture
this spirit Of cheerfulness is the fact
that God knows what is best for His
creatures. You know what is best for
your child. He thinks you arr not as
liberal with him as you ought to be. He
; criticises Your discipline, but you look
over the whole field, andyou, loving the
child, do what in your deliberate judg-
ment is best for him. Now. God is the
best OF fathers. Sometimes His children
think that He is hard on them. and that
He is not liberal with them as He might
be. But children DO you know as much
as a father? [ can tell you why you are
not largely af1iuent, and why you have
not been grandly successful. 1t is be-
cause you cannot stand the temptation.
IT. Your path had been smooth, you would
have depended upon your own sure
footedness; but God roughened that
path, SO you have to take hold of His
hand. If the weather had been mild,
you would have loitered along the water
courses; but at the first howl Of the storm
You quickened your pace heavenw ard,
"',d wrapped around you the warm robe
o. Saviours righteousness. What
have l done?" says the wheatsheaf to
the farmer, what have l done. that YOU
beat me so hard with your fail?" The
farmer makes no answer. but the rake
takes off the straw, and the mill blows
out the chaf to the wind. and the
golden grain falls down at the foot of
the windmill. After while, the straw.
looking down from the NOV upon the
| golden grain banked up on either side
the floor. understands why the farmer
beat the wheatsheaf with the fail.
Who are those before the throne? The
answer ro,Oa. 90,