The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1891-02-11

bration of n birthday, aud the calm day
turns into hurricane of white fury
hat leaves Ronald and Flora as dead to
be resuscitated by the shepherds. What
an exciting struggle had Bayard Taylor
among the wintry Apennines.
In the winter of 1919, by similar
force the destiny Of Europe was de-
cided The French army marched up
toward Moscow five hundred thousand
men. What can resist them? Not
bayonets, but the dumb elements
overwhelm that host. Napoleon re-
treats from Moscow, with about two
hundred thousand men, mighty nu-
cleus for another campaign after he
gets back to Paris. The morning of
October 10, when they start for home,
is bright and beautiful. The air is
tonic, and, although this Russian cam
paign has been Il failure, Napoleon
will try again in some other direction
with his host OF brave surviving French
men. But cloud comes on the sky,
and the air gets chill, and one of
the soldiers feels on his cheek snow
flake, and then there is multiplication
of these wintry messages, and soon the
plumes of the officers are decked with
another style of plume, and then all the
skies let loose upon the warriors hur-
ricane of snow, and the march becomes
difficult, and the horses find it hard to
pull the supply. train and the men begin
to fall under the fatigue, and many not
able to take another step lie down in
the drifts never to rise, and the cavalry
horses stumble and fall, and one thou
sand of the army fall, and ten thousand
perish, and twenty thousand go down,
and fifty thousand, and hundred thou
sand, and hundred and twenty thou
sand and hundred and thirty-two
thousand die, and the victor of Jena,
and bridge of Lodi, and Eylau, and
Austerlitz where three great armies
commanded by three emperors, surren-
dered to him, now himself surrenders
to the snowfakes. Historians do not
seem to recognize that the tide in that
mans life turned from December 16,
1909, when he banished by hideous di-
vorce his wife Josephine from the pal
ace and so challenged the Almighty,
and the Lord charged upon him from
the fortresses Of the sky, with ammu-
milton of crystal. Showed underl Bill
lions, trillions, quadrillions, quintillions
of fakes did the work. And what a
suggestion of accumulative power, and
what a rebul1e TO all of us who get dis
couraged because we can not do much,
and therefore do nothing.
co." says some one, ~ would like to
stop the forces Of sin and crime that are
marching for the conquest of the ma
tions; but am nobody, have neither
wealth nor eloquence nor social power.
What can do?" My brother, how
much do you weigh? as much as a snow
fake? 20, yes" Then do your share.
1t is an aggregation of small influences
that will yet put this lost world back
into the bosom of pardoning God.
Alas! there are 50 many men and
women who will not use the one talent
because they have not ten, and will not
give penny because they can not give
a dollar, and will not speak as well as
they can because they are not eloquent,
and will not be a snowflake because
they can not be an avalanche. In
earthly wars the generals get about all
the credit, but in the war for
God and righteousness and Heaven
all the private soldiers will get
crowns of victory unfailing. When we
reach Heavenly the grace Of God may
we all arrive there!-I do not think we
will be able TO begin the new song
right away, because Of the surprise we
shall feel at the comparative rewards
given. AS we are being conducted
along the street 10 our celestial resi-
dence, we will begin TO ask where live
some of those who were mighty on
earth. We will ask, SIS so-and-so
here?' and the answer will be, "Yes, l
think he is in the city, but we don't hear
much of him; he was good and he got
in, but he took most Of his pay in earthly
applause; he had enough grace to get
through the gate, but just where he
lives know not. He squeezed through
somehow, although ! think the gates
took the skirts of his garments. |
think he lives in one of those back
streets in one Of the plainerresidences."
Then we shall sec palace, the door
steps of gold, and the windows Of agate,
and the tower like the sun for brilliance,
and chariots before the door, and people,
who look like princes and princesses
going up and down the steps, and we
shall shall say: "What one OF the
lives here2 That must be the
residence Of Paul or u Milton, or some
one whose name resounds through all
the planet from which we have Just
"No, no." says our celestial
'that is shc residence Of
soul whom you never heard OF. When
she gave charity her left hand knew
not what her right hand did She was
mighty in secret prayer, and no one but
God and her own soul knew II. She
had more trouble than anybody in all
the land where she lived, and without |
she bore II, and though her
talents were never great, what she had
was all consecrated TO God and helping
others, and the Lord Is making up for her
earthly privation by especial raptures
here, and the king Of this country had
that place built especially for her. The |
walls began to go up when her troubles
and privations and consecrations began
On earth, and II 80 happened-what a
coincidencel-that the last
stroke Of the trowel Of amethyst on
those walls was given the hour she en-
tered Heaven. You know nothing OF !
her. On earth her name was only once