St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-09-16

the birds of the air, from the lowest to
the highest is found the answer, there
is no failure Of marriage as given of the
Good Father. 1t Is only the man
and woman that fail to keep the mar
riage covenant as given US to keep,
not the marriage that is failure, for
that Is one of Gods laws, given-"they
twain shall be one f1esh"-and is immu-
table, now and forever. Mankind or all
humanity may fail to keep the law, but
it will stand as rebuke to those that
fall to keep 1t, as all other of His laws
will remain when mOrtals disregard and
cast them by, and the failure is within
our own hearts and lives; for we have
not kept the spirit of His law in our
daily lives and with due regard. We
have no right to say marriage is a fall
ure, and in the spirit of old Adam lay
the blame on Him who did all things
well, and gave us the law and Gospel to
follow as our guide to heaven above
and make paradise for us on earth.
And this question. us life worth the
living?" comes before our eyes, and
we stop to think it all over. To take up
the raveled thread of our past existence
of years agone and take up the stitches
dropped from our life work ON the days
that we have lived, while memory holds
them in pictures on the walls of our
heart of hearts. There we find our
childhood, when we had not then
sufficient knowledge to connect sur
rounding objects together and make a
whole picture out ofithem all, and it is
but frayed and battered object now,
but it holds one or two central figures
that gives to all certain directness,
which form picture of pleasure or
pain without any background. And
the days of childhood pass on, still leav-
ing something to he remembered until
the time is with us that is past child
hood, and the school days have gone
forever, as far as coming and going,
when the bell rings out loud and clear.
All. mel where are the companions OF
those days now, and what their fate?
Do they stand with those VINO say
Marriage is failure" and ''nife is
not worth the living?"
Have they forgotten all the careful
instructions given us in those days aud
thrown away the life that we were
taught to regard as something precious,
and life guard as we went up the hill
of life and down the slope Oh the other
side? Count the graves of those who
have gone away from earth, some went
away in early youth and some in later
years, while some are still living and
widely separated from all the early
scenes of youth: and is the picture COM
pleted yet? Oh, no, not at all! Through
the meSheS of wool and warp Of many
painful scenes, there are many threads
of brightest gold cleaning amid the
days of yore, which have never
been dimmed and are still flashing
beneath the shadows of sorrow
and vague regret of the years
since that time: and we turn away,
and look on this hallOwed picture so
closely screened from the view Of the
world and its workings for so many
long, long years. Put back the curtain
and open the portals of that hiding
place down in the hearts deepest
depths and what do you see? Beneath
the dust and ashes of the years of sor-
row and smiles, of pain and pleasure;
beneath the sunshine and clouds that
have come and gone, the love of youth
full years. Did you say "a dead love?'
Nay, nay; it is not dead love, for it
lives and thrills the heart and soul as
of yore; for it is love that never dies,
and will go on and on through all eter-
nifty, and years will not be numbered
while Love lives, for the memory of
this love can never die. 1t leads us day
by day upon the dark and dreary way,
or by the brightest sunlit path of bios
soming buds of beautiful forms, and
keeps US from the wayside snares, or
the yawning chasm at our side, and
brings us safely through the fiercest
storms into the light of the love that
loves forever and ever. True. the form
that held this love fer us may be dust
and. ashes now, but not SO the love that
once animated what now seems but the
dust and ashes of many years that have
past.
This love keeps the heart beating
during the walk up the hill of life, and
keeps the feet from slipping OH slippery
places adown that slope Of time leading
to the yawning grave on the plain be-
low.
IL any one feels that life is not
worth the living" then that one has
missed his Or her way, and has not been
mindful of all that would make one
wish to live it over again-provided we
could correct the errors of former
life, and so live as to rectify all the first
life that was not in accordance with
what a life should be in this world.
There is no life failure, but any one
may be a failure, and many make
failure of it and then blame others for
what they have done themselves to
make it failure.
Mrs. MARTHA CRANDALL.