The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-06-03

/ these silly souls OF both sexes that are eaten
up with the vanity of personal upholstery
and tailOr-made frippery, would ache for
very contrast 10 fly to them But though
we have lost the sackcloth and the Gin
| ders out of our life, we certainly have not
come to dsesteem what Ash-Wednesday
and all the thirty-nine days that follow it
stand for. There is no honest and earnest
soul-honest with itself and earnest to-
ward God-that does not cry out some
/ times, at any rate, for something from
\ without TO come in upon the dull, dead
nesses, and with stern hand shake 1t free
from the unutterable pettiness and self
seeking OF which this life is so full.
Two objects fill my soul with ever in
creasing admiration and respect-above
us the starry heavens, within us the
/ moral law.-Kant
None OF us is infallible-not even the
| ungest.-AHony1nous
| Heaven is but the contamination of
hope hell is but Ithe sepulchre Of hope.
II. T. Person.
Money never stays with me. II would
! burn me if it did. / throw it out of my
/ hands as soon as possible lest it should
| find way into my heart.-Gn Charles
| George Gordon.
Creeds are crutches by which poor,
/ lame humanity can hobble toward God.
But it was never intended that they should
be used as clubs by Christians with which
to break each others heads.-U William S.
RainsfOrd.
Unquiet ought to make Christians
prayerful; but II there was no unquietness
there would be greater occasion for alarm,
for then 1t would look as though history
were run down, and all the push had gone
out OF the spring, or as though God were
tired and the Holy Spirit had gone oil on
a vacation.-C Charles III. Parkh,rst
The effort of today should be to recon-
cile the faith OF yesterday with the truth
OF tOmorrow.-CdrlOs MGrtlpi.
pity our forefathers who lived before
the times of candlelight, because when
they cracked joke after dark they had TO
feel about for a smile and handle their
neignbOrs' cheeks 10 be sure that they
understood it Charles Lamb.
Language is a solemn thing. 1t grows
out of life-out of its agonies and ecstacies,
its wants and its weariness.-Ol irer Wen
dell Holmes.
Memory is the basis of conscious con-
tinued personal identity Without it each
man would start afrcsh every moment
b. g.
Whoever teaches false moral principles
is IN aggressor on the welfare of society
CHGt6du0rldlid.
A disease worse than the grip has
broken out IN a virulent form, and is now
raging as an epidemic in all denomina-
tions. 1t may be called the theological
fdgets.
We recommend to the dear brethren so
afflicted good strong tonic, viz, faith
and words. Mix well and take often.
This remedy is a specific.
A clergyman, OF all men, should have
the courage of his convictions. Where he
dares 10 think there he should dare to fol-
low with word and deed. Too many
clergymen let l dare not wait upon l
would, like the cat i the adage. They are
all things to all men in different sense
from that meant by st. Paul.
Like the chameleon, they take
instead of giving their colors. In
church they pray, Good Lord! and out
of church they cry, "Good devil" and
they do both with equal fervor. Others
there are who are non-committal. A GER
tain divine left the railroad station in this
city the other day and quietly started up
the street with his sachel in his hand.
Presently he was beset by two gamins,
each intent upon earning a fee. Garry
your bag, sir? Only 10 cents, sir; any
part of the city" The dignifed preacher
made no response. Worn out, at last one
of the boys cried out 10 the other, ooh,
say, Tommy, come off; this man is going
to the deaf and dumb asylum"
That seems TO be the destination OF
many non-committal divines in these
earthquake days. They exemplify what
has been called that despicable virtue,
prudence" Brethren, speak out and tell
US where you stand
Alta prayer meeting, one of the elders
said:
One day last season l was walking
through the garden with my ive-year-old
boy, looking for blackberries, the time
being nearly past for the fruit. l could
only find few small berries; but the
child came to me, once and again and
again. with handfuls of the largest and
finest fruit.
"How is it, Ernest" asked, chat you
find such nice berries2"
"Why, papa" replied he, al get low
down under the bushes and look up and
see them, Just above my head"
This impressed an important lesson on
my heart, continued the elder. We fail
OF many things in this life because, from
our standpoint of personal merit and inn
pOrtance, We look down instead of looking
up. 'Tis not pride but humility that finds
the most and the best berries