Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-04-11

close up, and then hol DIS it ar off, and is not
quite sure whether the number OF the hymn
| is $50 or $780, and the fingers with which he
| turns the leaves are very clumsy. He stoops
| a good deal, although once he was straight
as an arrow, and his eyes were as keen as
hawks, and the hand he offered to his bride
on the marriage day of goodly shape
| and as God made it. will tell you what IS
the matter. Forty years ago he resolved his
family should have no reed, ana ms cnli-
dren should be well educated, and suffer
none of the disadvantages of lack OF school
| ing from which he had suffered for a life
time, and that the wolf of hunger should
| never put its paw on his door still, and for
20 or 80 years he has been tearing off from
the palm tree of his physical strength ana
manly form branches to throw in the path
| way of his household.
| Alasi that sons ana daughters, themselves
| straight and graceful and educated,
should ever forget that they are walking to-
day over the fallen strength OF an INDUS
trlous and honored parcntaEe. .s1
! A Needed Lesson of FiliaI Respect.
| little ashamed, are you, at their INGRAM
| matical utterance? 1t was through their
| sacrifices that You learned accuracy of
speech. Do you lose patience with them
! because they are little querulous and COM
planning? guess you have forgotten now
querulous and complaining you were when
getting over that whooping cough or that
intermittent fever. little annoyed, are
YOU because her hearing is poor and you
not Away hard OF hearing. When you were
two years old your first call for a drink at
midnight woke her from sound sleep as
quick as any one will waken at the trumpet
cali of the resurrection.
Oh nv young lady, what is that under the
sole of Your fine shoe? 1t is a palm leaf
which was torn off the tree of maternal
fidelity. Young merchant, young lawyer,
young journalist, young mechanic, with
good salary and fine clothes and refined
surroundings, have you forgotten what a
time YOUR father had that winter. after the
summers crops had failed through droughts
or floods or locusts, and how he wore his old
coat too long and made his old hat do, that
he might keep you at school or college!
What is that, my young man, under your
fine boot today, the boot that so well fits
your foot such boot your father could
never afford to wear? 1t must be leaf
from the palm tree of your fathers self
sacrifices. Do not be ashamed OF HIM when
he comes to town, and, because his manners
are a little old-fashioned, try to smuggle
him in and smuggle him out but call in your
best friends and take him to the House of
God and introduce him to your pastor. and
say: "TniS is my father"
The World Full of Obscure Heroes.
Self sacrifice! What thrilling word. Glad
am that our world has so many specimens
Of it. The sailor boy on shipboard was de-
rded because he would not fight or gamble,
and they called him coward. But, when
child fell overheard and no one else was
tie sea, and, though the waves were rough,
the sailor swimming with one arm carried
the child on the other arm, till rescued and
rescuer were lifted into safety, and the cry
of coward ceased and all huZzaed at the
scene of daring and self sacrifice.
Ny h carers, the time will come when upon
the VIII ole Church OF God will descend such
an avala nche of blessing, and then the bring
ing OF the world to God will be matter of a
few years, perhaps few days, or few
hours Ride on, o Christ! for the evangeli-
ride on the unbroken colt down the sides of
Olivet, on the white horse of eternal victory,
ride through all nations, and may we, by our
PRAYERS and our self sacrifices and our con-
tributions and our conservation, throw palm
branches in the way. clap my hands at the
coming victory.
feel something of the raptures which
shall feel when our last battle fought and
our last burden carried and our last tear
wept, we shall become one of the multitudes
st John describes "clothed in white robes
and palms in their hands" Hail thou bright,
thou swift-advancing, thou everlasting Palm
Sunday of the skies! VictorS over sin and
sorrow and death and woe, from the hills
and valleys OF the heavenly Palestine, they
have plucked the long, broad, green leaves.
and all the ransomed-some in gates of
pearl, and some on battlements of amethyst,
and some on streets of gold, and some on
seas of sapphire, they shall stand in num-
bers like the stars, in splendor like the
morn, waving their palms!