, 1890-11-13
GOLDEN THOUGHTS.

Monday-The transccndcntalist,
of our own country made u great ac
count of the relation Of art to ethics
and, perhaps, avenged the Puritan
partiality by giving art the leading
and ethics the subordinate place In
their statements and endeavors,
But the masters of the transccuden.
tai philosophy in Europe did not so.
Spinoza, Kant and Fichto were
ideallsts of the severest type. Stand.
ing for moment between the trio,
1 will only say that the danger OF
forgetting the high labors and re.
wards of thought in the pleasure OF
beautiful sights and sounds is one
to which the highest civilization
stands most exposed. Julia Ward
Howe.
Tuesday-Use your Bible. Think
there are some persons who imagine
that there is q sacred quality in q
family Bible lying on the center.
table, and who have tho same sor,
of regard for the book that lies there
that some other people have for the
value of a horseshoe nailed over the
door; and the one IL as good as the
other. The Bible that Is unopened
Is at best of value only as n respect
ful profession that you are not ex-
actly an infidel. The Bible that is
to lay hold on you is q Bible that
you may lay hold upon.-Dr Ly.
man Abbott.
Wednesday,
Who is this that cometh In the Lords
dear name2
Wan and dropping on his road, very
faint and lame,
Pale brow overshadowed, eyes ull
quenched and dim
ls 1t Pain who cometh2 Did the Lord
send him?
Who Is this that cometh in the Lord s
dear namop
Meeting never praises, only tears and
blame,
Mourning veil to hide him, eyes which
tears o'erbrim-
Is 1t Grief who cometh2 Did the Lord
send himp
Who is this that cometh in the Lord s
dear namc?
In his strange and searching gaze burns
pallid flame,
Mourntul flowers crown his head, terrible
and grim
Is it Death who cometh2 Did the Lord
send him2
Never messenger shall come IL ho be
not sent;
We will welcome one and all, since the
Lord SO meant;
Welcome Pain, or Grief or Death, say
ing with glad acclaim,
Blessed be all VINO come to us in the
Lords dear name"
Susan Coolidge.
Thursday-We need n revival that
shall make justice just, replace
ing the bandage on its eyes,
so that 1t can not distinguish be-
tween rich man and poor man,
but shall hold the scales exactly
even. We need II revival that shall
make politics pure--if such q mira
Gle be not beyond omnipotence it.
self. We need revival that shall
make the lazy industrious and the
mean generous, and the bad good
We need u revival that shall go into
the counting-room of the merchant,
aud the workshop of the mechanic,
and the farm of the farmer, strain.
ing the chalk of the milk and sitting
the burnt peas out of the coffee, and
the sand out of the sugar.-Anony-
nous.
Friday
Alas for him who never sees
Ihe stars shine through his cypress
trees
Who hopeless lays his dead away
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mourntul marble playl
Who has not learned, in hours of
faith,
The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever lord of Death,
And Love can never lose is own.
John q. Whittier.
Saturday-"What, If after ali
your praying and trusting, your
soul should he lost forever?" in
quired n raw young minister Of an
old Scottish peasant woman, who
had been drawing her soul-life out
of Christ for forty years. "And Is
that all the length ye hao got, my
mon" she replied. az can only
say, sir, that God would lose more
than ! would, for poor old Mamie
would only lose her soul, and that
wad be sair loss; but God would
lose his character for truth, and
then the world would gne to ruin.
L hang on his promises, and God
wad ma dare to break his promises. I"
The simple-hearted old saint knew
whom she believed, and that he
was able to keep all that was COM
mitted to him, Anonymous.
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