The Dickinson press., 1892-04-23

something else. Brooklyn bridge, the
glory OF our continent. must have two
architects Frustrated, the oneslain by
his tolls and the other for a lifetime
invaded. The greatest pictures of
the worldhad, in their richest coloring,
the blood of the artists who made
them. The mightiest oratorios, that
ever rolled through the churches had,
in their pathos, the signs and groans
OF the composers, who wore their lives
out in writing the harmony. Ameri-
can independence was triumphant but
it moved on over the l~ifeless forms of
tens of thousands of men who fell at
Bunker Hill and Yorktown and the
battles between, which were.
THE HEMORRHAGES OF THE NATION.
The Kingdom ofGod advances in all
the earth, but it must be over the
lives OF missionaries who die ofmalar-
ia in the jungles or Christian workers
who preach and pray and toll and
die in the service. The Saviour
triumphs in all directions-but beauty
and strength must be torn down from
the palm trees of Christian heroism
and conservation and thrown in his
pathway. To what better use could
those palm trees on the southern
shoulder of Mt. Olivet and clear down
into the Valley OF Gethsemane put their
branches than to surrender them for
the making of Christ's journey to
Jerusalem the more picturesque, the
moro memorable and the more tri-
umphant? And to what better use
could we put our lives than into the
sacrifice for Christ and his cause and
the happiness OF our fellow creatures?
The process is going on every
moment in all directions. What makes
that father have such hard work to
find the hymn today? He puts on
his spectacles, and holds the book
close up, andthen holds it far off, and
not quite sure whether the number
OF the hymn is $50 or 100, and the
with which he turns the
are very clumsy. He stoops
a great deal, although once he
was straight as al arrow, and his
eyes We're keen as q hawks, and the
hand he offered to his bride on the
marriage day was of goodly shape
and as God made it. l will tell you
what is the matter. Forty years ago
resolved his family should have no
need, and his children should be we'll
educated, and suffer none of the dis
OF lack of schooling from
which he had suffered for O lifetime,
and that the wolf of hunger should
never put his paw on his door sill,
and for 40 Or SO years he has been
tearing of from the palm tree of his
physical strength and manly form
branches to throw in the pathway of
household. 1t has cost him
muscle aud brain and health and eve
and there have been twisted off
more years from his life than any man
in the crowd on the famous Palm
twisted off branches from the
palm trees on the road from Bethpage
to Jerusalem. What makes that
mother look so much older than she
is? You say she ought not yet
to have one gray line in her hair. The
is the family was not always SO
we'll off as now. The married pair
had
HARD STRUGGLE.
at the start. Examine the tips of the
forefinger and thumb of her right
and they will tell you the story
OF the needle that was piled day in
and day out. Yea, look at both her
and they we'll tell the story OF
the time when she did her W work,
her own mending and s%crubbing and
washing. Yea, look into the face and
read the story of scarlet fevers and
groups and midnight watchings when
none but God and herself in the house
awake, and then the burials and
loneliness afterwards, which was more
eXhausting than the preceding watch
ing had been, and no one now to put
to bed. How fair she once was and
graceful as the palm tree, but all
the branches OF her strength and
beauty were long ago torn off and
thrown into the pathway other house
hold. A little annoyed, are you, be-
cause her hearing is poor and you
have to tell her something twice? She
was not alwayshard Of hearing. When
you was 2 years old your first call for
q drink ut midnight woke her from a
sound sleep us quick as any one will
waken at the trumpet call Of the res
direction.
Oh, my young lady, what is that
under the sole OF your fine shoe? It is
a palm leaf which was torn off the
tree of maternal fidelity. Young
merchants, 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 OF
college? What is that, my young
man, under your fine boot that so
we'll fits your foot, such q boot as
your father could never afford to
wear? 1t must be a leaf from the
palm tree OF your fathers s%elf-sacri-
fees. Do not he ashamed of him
when he comes to town, and because
his manners are
A LITTLE osIHoFALD-NED,
try to smuggle him in and smuggle
him out, but call in your best friends
to take him to the house of God and
INTRODUCE him to your pastor, and
say: "This is my father" If he had
kept for himself the advan-
tages which he gave you, he
would be as we'll educated and as
we'll gotten up as you. Self
sacrifice! What a thrilling word.
Glad am l that our world has so
many specimens of it. The sailor boy
on shipboard was derided because he
would not fight or gamble, and they
called him a coward. But, when a
child fell overheard and no one else
was ready to help, the derided sailor
into the sea, and, though the
waves We're rough, the sailor swim
ming with one arm carried the child
on the other arm, till rescued and res
cuer were lifted into safety, and the
cry OF coward ceased and all hazard
at the scene OF daring and s%elf-sacri-
flee.
How much are we willing to sacri-