Connecticut western news., 1891-08-06

his old boat that would never be of any practical use; but when the deluge came, and the tops of the mountains disappeared like the backs of sea mon- sters, and the clements, lashed up in fury, clapped their hands over a drowned world, then Noah in the ark rejoiced in his own safety and in the safety of his family, and looked out on the wreck of ruined earth.
 Christ, bounded of prosecutors, de- nied a pillow, worse maltreated than the thieves on either side of the cross, human hate smacking it's lips in satis- faction after it had been draining his last drop of blood, the sheeted dead bursting from the sepulchers at his cru cifixion. Tell me, O Gethsemane and Golgotha! were there ever darker times than those? Like the booming of the midnight sea against the rocks, the surges of Christ's anguish beat against the gates of eternity, to be echoed back by all the thrones of heaven and all the dungeons of he'll sfa set,4s,
 But the day of reward comes for Christ; all the pomp and dominion of this world are to be hung on his throne, uncrowned heads are to bow before him on whose head are many crowns, and all the celestial worship is to come up at his feet, like the humming of the forest, like the rushing of the waters, like the laundering of the seas, while all heaven, rising on their thrones, beat time with their scepters: ''Hallelujah, for the Lord God omnipotent reignethl Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world have become the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christi"
 That song of love, now low and far,
 Ere long shall swell from star to star;
 That light. the breaking day which tips
 The golden spired Apocalypse.
 Again, learn from my subject that events which seem to be most insignifi- cant may be momentous. Can you i'm agine anything more unimportant than the coming of poor woman from Moab to Judea2 Can you imagine anything more trivial than the fact that this Ruth just happened to alight-as they say just happened to alight on that field of Boaz2 Yet all ages, all generations, have an interest in the fact that she was to become an ancestress of the Lord Jesus Christ, and all nations and king doms must look at that one little inci dent with thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. So it is in your history and in mine: events that you thought of no importance at all have been of very great moment. That casual conversation, that accidental meeting-you did not think of it again for long while; but how it changed all the current of your ifel
 THE BEGINNING OF MINsTRELsY.
 It seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments of music, calling them harp and organ, but they were the introduction of all the worlds minstrelsy. And as you hear the vibration of stringed instru- ment, even after the fingers have been taken away from it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the long continued strains of Jubaps harp and Jubal's organ. It seemed to be mat ter of very little importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses of copper and iron, but that rude foundry of ancient days has its echo in the rattle of Bir- lningham machinery and the roar and bang of factories on the MerriInac
 Again, see in my subject an illus tration of the beauty of female indus try. Behold Ruth toiling in the har- vest field under the hot sun, or at noon taking plain bread with the reapers or eating the parched corn which Boaz handed to her. The customs of so- ciety, of course, have changed, and without the hardships and exposure to which Ruth was subjected every intel ligent woman will find something to do I know there is a sickly sentimentality on this subject. Ii some families there are persons of no practical service to household or community; and though there are So many woes all around about them in the world they spend their time languishing over a new pat tern or bursting into tears at midnight over the story of some lover who shot himself! They would not deign to look at Ruth carrying back the barley on her way home to her mother-in-law Naomi. et s-.. ..-u.
 All this fastidiousness may seem to do very we'll while they are under the shelter of their fathers house; but when the sharp winter of misfortune comes, what of these butterhies2 Per sons under indulgent percentage may get themselves habits of indolence 1; but when they come out into practical life their soul will recoil with disgust and chagrin. They will feel in their hearts what the poet so severely satir- ized when he said:
 1 Folks are so awkward, things so impolite. They're elegantly pained from morn till night.
 Through that gate of incidence how many men and women have marched l useless on earth, to destroyed eterni- ty! Spinola said to Sir Horace We're "Of what did your brother dieW "Of having nothing to do," was the answer "Ah," said Spinola. that's enough to kill any general of us." Oh, can it be possible ill this world, where there is so much suffering to be alleviated, so much darkness to be enlightened, and SO many burdens to be carried, that there is any person who cannot find anything to do2
 Madame de Stael did a world of work in her time, and one day, while | she was seated amid instruments of music, all of which she had mastered, and amid manuscript books which she had written, some one said to her,