Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-01-25

smithies. The residences Of poets
and princes have been turned into
brokers shops. The classic mansion
Of Ashland has been cat up into walk
ing sticks. The groves where the
poets said the gods dwelt have been
carted out for fire wood The muses
that we usie,l 70 read about have dis
appeared before the einip1ent's ax
and the traplprs gun. and that man
who IL waiting for life bewitched oi
wonders will never fnd it, There is.
however. field for endurance and
great achievement. but it i, in every
day hfe There are Alps to scale.
there are tablespoons 70 swim there
| are iires 10 brave. but they are all
around rs now. This IL the hardest
kinil NJ inaltyrdom 10 bear
Il took grace To lead Latimer and
Ridley through the fire triumphantly
when their armed enemies and their
friends were looking on but it re.
quires more grace now to brine men
through persecution. when nobody *
looking on. could show you in this
city woman who has had rhetuna
tisn for twenty years. who he's en-
alued more suffering and exhausted
more grace than would have made
twenty martyrs pass ti1u;nphantly
through the fire If yuu are not
faithful in an insignificant partition in
life you would not be faithful in a
grand mission If you cannot stand
the bite of nudge. how could you
endure the breath Of basilisls7
GOD Is GLoRIFTED IN ALL GOOD WORK.
Do not think that any work God
gives you to do in the world is on too
small a scale for you to do The
whole universe is not ashamed To
take care Of one little flower say
What are you doing down here IN
the grass, you poor little Aowerg Are
you not afraid nightsi You will b.
neglected. you will die of thirst. you
will not be fed Poor little flOvcr!
No. says a star, "ID watch over ii
tonight" no" says cloud II;
give it drink No. says the sun
'T'll warm it in my bosom. Then
see the pulleys going and the clouds
are drawing water. and say, What
are you doing there. o clouds2" And
they reply. I'VE are giving drink to
that flower"
Then the wind rises, and comes
bending down the wheat and sound
ing its psalm through the forest,
and cry, WHITTIER away on
such swift wing o windT And it
replies, I'VE are going to cool the
cheek of that flower" And then !
bow down and say, win God take
care of the grass of the feldl' and a
flower at my foot responds, Yes; he
clothes the lilies oi the field. and
never yet has forgotten me, Il poor
little flower" Oh, when | see the
great heavens bending themselves to
what seems insignificant ministra
ton, when find out that God does
not forget any blossom Of the spring
or any snowflake of the winter, !
come to the conclusion that we can
afford to attend 10 the minute things
in life, and that what we do we
ought to do well, since there Is as
much perfection in the construction
of a spiders eye as in the conforna
ton OF flaming galaxies.
Plato had a fable which ] have
now nearly forgotten, but it ran
something like this: He said spirits
Of the other world came back to this
world to find a body and find sphere
of work. One spirit came and took
the body of king, and did his work.
Another spirit came and took the
body of a poet, and did his work.
After awhile Ulysses came, and he
said. why, all the fine bodies are
taken, and all the grand work is
taken. There is nothing left fol
me-" And some one replied. "Ah
the best one has been left for you.
Ulysses said, What's thatl" Ant
the reply was, The body of com
mon man, doing common work
and for common reward" A gooC
fable for the world, and Just as goot
fable for the church Whether we
eat or drink, or whatsoever we do
lot us do it To the glory of God,
Again, we need to bring the Teli
gion of Christ into our commonos
trials. For severe losses, fol boreave
/ ment, for trouble that shocks like al
earthquake and that blasts like {
storm we prescribe religious consola
ton but. business man, for the small
annoyances of last week how mucl
of the grace of God did you apply
"Oh," you say, these trials are too
small for such application, My
brother, they are shaping your char
acter, they are souring your temper
they are wearing out your paHenct
aud they are making you less ant
less of man.
Ii go into "A sculptor's studio and
see him shaping a statue. He has {
chisel in one hand and a mallet in the
other and he gives n very gentle
stroke click, click. click say
why don't you strike harlerf
"Ohl" he replies, that would shat
ter the statue. | can't do it thai
way. must do ii this way" So he
works on aud after awhile tho fea
tures come ont and everybody that
enters the studio is charmed and fas
cinated. Well, God has your soul
under process of development, and il
Il the little annoyances and veXa
tions of life that are chiseling out
your immortal nature. Il is click,
click, click ! wonder why some
great providence does not come aud