The Newtown bee., 1890-07-25
THE SECULAR PULPIT.

THE SECULAR PULPIT.
 Put on charity. whicE is the bond of perfect ness.-traul-
 Raiudrops for Thirsty Souls
 Death will be the funeral of all evils and the resurrection of ali our joys Mason.
 No man is born into the world whose work is not born with him.-[Lowell.
 God uses even the dust to fertilize the fields. So your poor work, you may be sure, is not in vain in the Lord.-IKarl Hugh-
 It is as easy to see God in the sunbeam as in the lightning flash; in the Summer zephyr as in the roaring tempest. Only our vision of heavenly things is very dim. -[Karl Hugh.
 Love God. love your neighbor, respect yourself, help the poor.
 It is mistake to suppose that men succeed through success; they much of tener succeed through failure.-CSamuel Smiles
 As grow in years, grow more char table, because I see no fault committed by others that have not committed iny- self.-[Goethe.
 As God has made it our duty to do I good to others, so He takes care in His providence to furnish us with opportuni- ties for it.-[Henry.
 l Certainly in taking revenge a man Is l but even with his enemy; but, in passing it over, he is superior. for it is princess part to pardon.-[ Bacon.
 Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle.-[Cambridge
 Thirty Years Ago.
 Julia: There are too many week days for one Sunday. Valdesso: Then take the Sunday with you through the week and sweeten with it all the other days : Michael Angelo.
 Il One class of men must have their faith
 hammered in like nail, by authority; another class must have it worked in
 like screw, by argument.-Crhe Pulpit and the Pew.
 This tangled web of mine, F Wherein find so h;,ie good or fair,
 May yet,if trusted to Thy love and care, Take on a light divine;
 And through the glass; I see That even my mistakes my faults, my sins, Have taught me how Thy comforting begins And shown the way SO Thee.-I ISeIected
 ''1f 1 were a man." writes Elizabeth
 Custer, widow of the heroic general, "there is one thing I should especially look to. I would tell my wife something every day, not only by look or act, but in plain Saxon, that would convey to her daily remembrance of the love that is hers. There are just three little words . that only take fraction ofa minute to
 say-can be said while a man is in the . widest kind of a hurry-which will 3 brighten the wife's whole day. No deaf l man is quicker to discover what words : the lips frame than wo.Ian who sees T {. love you proclaimed from her husbands ? mouth in souHdless words. 'The church in the world," said a re- cent writer, ''is like a ship on the ocean. The ship is safe enough in the ocean, so long as the ocean is not in the ship. The church is safe enough in the world, so long as the world is not in the church."
 Mr Moody recently asked a large con- P gregation to stand while the collection , was being taken, so, as he explained it, that every man could get his hand into his pocket.
 7 They who make the glory of God their 3 end and the word of God their rule and r the Spirit of God the guide of their af- ; lection and the providence of God the s guide of their affairs may be confident 9 that the Lord goes before them as truly
 as he went before Israel in the wilder ness. though not so sensibly.-[H Henry. The Sermon , Beloved, my text is taken from the
 sayings of Jonathan Bluntman: : Have a religion that can be taken away , from home without spelling it." It is very evident that our friend Jona- than had travelled some in his time. He had seen, suppose, Brother Sanctimo- |, nious, who was very strict and pious at
 home, flirting with the girls whom he
 had never seen before and acting as . though he was half brother to the worst
 rake in the country. And all this be-
 cause he was on the cars 90 miles from
 any people whom he knew Perhaps he had noticed Rev Dr Prosy, who was in i the country for his Summer vacation, smoking cigar on the hotel veranda
 and not stirring step, when the little church bell of the village rang out for the week day prayer service. Or his eye may have lighted on fair Sister Light
 head. who just dotes on missions. She
 has class in the mission Sunday school
 in the city, once in while distributes tracts in the Italian quarter and always
 reads the India Hobgoblin regularly.
 But Brother Bluntman saw her spend
 more money in folly in two weeks than
 she gives to all the missionary objects in years and he thought that that part of her religion died while she was away from home. It is good idea to think for bit on this bit of philosophy found in the text. What is our religion forf To make people think we'll of us. If so. we shall take our creed from the king of