The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-02-09

lived beings as you and are want to study
God in the Titles.
When see the Maker Of the universe
giving himself 10 the architecture OF a
snowflake and making its shafts, its domes,
its curves its walls its irradiatiOns so per-
feet. I conclude he will look after our in
significant affairs. And il we are OF more
value than a sparrow, most certainly we
are Of more value than an inanimate snow
fake SO the Bible would chiefly impress
us with God in the Titles. 1t does not say,
.sConsider the Clouds" but it says, Con
slider the lilies" 1t does not say, behold
the tempestslp but, "Behold the fowls" and
1t applauds a cup of cold water, and the
widows two mites, and says the hairs OF
your head are all numbered. Do not
fear, therefore, that you are going
TO be lost in the crowd. Do not think that
because you estimate yoursei as only one
snowflake among a three days January
snowstorm that you will be forgotten. The
birth and death Of a drop Of chilled vapor is
as certainly regarded by the Lord as the
creation and demolition of planet. Moth
ing is big to God, and nothing is small
What makes the honey Industries
of South Carolina such a source
of livelihood and wealth. 1t is be-
cause God teaches the lady bug to make an
cpsping in the rind Of the apricot for the
bee vyno cannot otherwise get at the juices
of the fruit. So God sends the lady bug ahead
toprepare the way for the honey bee. DE
teaches the ant to bite each grain OF corn
that she puts in the ground for winter food
ia order that il may not take root and so
ruin the little granary. He teaches the
raven in dry weather to throw pebbles into
ashollow tree that the water far down and
out of reach may come up within the reach
of the birds beak. What a comfort that he
is God in Titles The emperor OF all the
Russias in olden time was looking at map
that spread before him his vast dominions,
and he could not find Great Britain on the
map. and he called in his secretary and said:
.sWhere is Great Britain, that l hear so
much aboutq' at is under your thumb"
said the secretary; and the emperor raised
his hand from the map and saw the country
he was looking for, And 1t is high time that
we find this mighty realm of God close
by. and under our own little finger. To
drop you out of his memory would be to
resign his omniscience. To refuse you his
projection would be to abdicate his omnipo-
tence. When you tell me that he is the God
of Jupiter, and the God Of Mercury, and
the God of Saturn, you tell me something
so vast that cannot comprehend it. But
If you tell me that he is the God of the
snowflake, you tell me something l can
hold and measure and realize. Thus the
smallest snowflake contains jewel-case of
comfort. Here is an opal, an amethyst, a
diamond. Here is one of the treasures of
everlasting comfort.
Behold, also, IN the snow the treasure of
accumulated power. During snowstorm
let an apothecary, accustomed to weigh
most delicate quantities, bold his weighing
schles out of the window and let one fake
fall on the surface of the scales and il will
not even make it tremble. When you want
to express extreme triviality OF weight you
say, "Light as a feather but a snow fake
is much lighter. 1t is just twenty-four
times lighter than water. And yet the ac-
emulation of these flakes broke down, a
few days ago, in sight of my house, six
telegraph poles, made helpless police and
trains with two laundering locomotives.
We have already learned so much
of the power of electricity that we have
become careful how we touch the electric
wire, and in many case a touch has been
death But, few days ago, the snow put
its hand on most of these wires and tore
them down as though they were cobwebs.
The snow said: "You seem to be afraid of
the thunderbolt; / will catch it and hurl it
to the ground. Your boosted electric lights,
adjoining your cities with bubbles of fire,
will put out as easily as your ancestors
snuffed out a tallow candle" The snow
put its finger on the lip of our cities that
were talking with each other, and they
went into silence, uttering not word. Tn
snow mightier than the lightning.
In March, 1888, the snow stopped Amcri-
ca. II said to Brooklyn: Stay homer to
New York: "Stay homeln to Philadelphia:
''Stay homer to Washington: "Stay
homer to Richmond: "Stay homep 1t put
into white sepulcher most of this nation.
Commerce, whose wheels never stopped be-
fore, stopped then. What was the matter :
Power of accumulated snoweakes; on the
top of the Apprentices one flake falls, and
others fall, and they pile up, and they make
a mountain of fleece on the top of a
mountain of rock, until one day
gust Of wind, or even the
voice of a mountaineer, sets the
frozen vapors into action and by awful de-
scent they sweep everything in their course
trees. rocks, villages-as when, in 1897,
the town of Briel in Valais was buried, and
In 1924, in Switzerland, three hundred sol
diers were entombed. These avalanches
were made up of single snowflakes. What
tragedies of the snow have been witnessed
by the monks of st. Bernard, who, for ages
have with the dogs been busy in extricatin g
bewildered and overwhelmed travellers in
Alpine storms, the dogs with
blanket fastened to their backs
and TASKS of spirits fastened
to their neck, to resuscltate the helpless
travellers, one of these dogs decorated with
medal for having saved the lives of
twenty-five persons, the brave beast himself
slain Of the snow on that day when accom-
panying Piedmontese courier on the way
TO his anxious household down the mountain,
the wife and children of the Piedmontese
courier coming up the mountain in search of
HIM, an avalanche covered all under pyra-
mids higher than those under which the
Egyptian monarchs sleep their sleep OF the
ages. What an illustration of the tragedies
of the snow is found in that scene between
Glencoe and Glencairn one February, in
Scotland, where Ronald Cameron comes
forth to bring to his fathers house his
cousin Flora Macdonald, for the celebra-
ton of birthday, and the calm day turns
into a hurricane Of white fury that leaves
Ronald and Flora as dead, to be resuscitateG
by the shepherds. What an exciting
struggle had Bayard Taylor among the
wintry Apprentices.
In the winter of 1919, by a similar force
the destiny of Europe was decided. The
French army marched up toward Moscow
SOC, 900 men. What can resist them? No
bayonets, but the dumb elements over
whelm that host. Napoleon retreats from
Moscow with about 200, 900 men, mighty
nucleus for another campaign after he get
back to Paris. The morning of Oct. 10
when they start for home, is bright anC
beautiful. The air is tonic, and, although
this Russian campaign has been failure
Napoleon will try again in some
other direction with his host O.
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