The Portland daily press., 1892-12-30
by they become more and more event.
full. Compare the Nineteenth century
with the Eighteenth century.

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| EACH YEAR MORE EvENTFUL.
Compare the first half of this century
with the last half. The surges of this
ocean Of time are rolling higher and
higher. The forces of right and wrong
are rapidly multiplying, and their strug-
giles must be intensified. 1t is chrome
logical fact that we are all the time COM
ing nearer to the worlds edenization
first and then to it's incineration, to its
redemption and its demolition. And SO
expect that 1893 will be a greater year
| than 1892. Its wedding bells will be
merrier. Its obsequies will be sadder.
| Its scientific discoveries more brilliant.
| Its properties more significant. Its
opening more grand. Its termination
more stupendous. Look out for 1893!
| Let printers have in their cases of type
plenty Of exclamation points to set up a
sudden paragraph. Let the Conservatives
have profusion of flowers that can be
twisted into garlands. Let churches have
plenty of room for increased assemblages.
Let men and women have more religion
to meet the vacillations, and the exigen-
cies, and the demands, and the raptures,
and the woes of this coming 1898. In
what mood shall we open the door of the
new year? With faith, strong faith,
buoyant faith, triumphant faith, God
will see you through. His grace will be
sufficient if you trust him. You can go
to him at any time and find sympathy.
My little child got hurt one morning
during her mothers absence. We looked
after the case as we'll as we could. To-
ward night her mother returned, and
for the first time the child cried and
cried vociferously. Some one said to
her: 'tWhat do you cry for? You did
not cry all day." Her reply was, "There
was no one to cry to-" And so you some
times suppress your tkouble because
there is no full resource of earthly SYM
pathy. But rejoice to tell you that in
He will condole and help in every crisis.
Come, now, let me unstrap that KNAPP
sack of care from your shoulders. Come
prosperity or adversely, come wedding
or burial, come health or sickness, come
life or death, come time or eternity,
all's well, alls we'll! Keep your heart
right and all else will be right. Men and
women have sometimes given strange
and whimsical directions in regard to
what shall be done with their hearts after
death. Robert Bruce ordered his heart
to be sent to the Holy Land for burial.
The Earl of Leicester ordered his heart
sent to Brackley hospital. Isabella,
daughter of the Earl of Pembroke, died
at Berkhampstead, bat ordered her heart
taken to Tewkesbury cathedral. Lord
Windsor, dying in foreign land, or
dered his heart inclosed in lead and sent
to England for burial in the chapel of
Brakeman. Now what shall we de-
cree for our heart? That it be the Lords,
and then it makes no difference what
else becomes of it. Living and dying.
may it all be his.
YOUTH HAS ITS LESSONS FOR AGE.
Thus in three chapters have coun-
seled that the holidays be grouped. May
nothing interfere with their felicities.
May they be so spent that they will be
food for pleasant Renaissance further
on. You know that after awhile the old
homestead will be broken up. For years
and years the children come home to
spend the holidays, and the house is
rummaged from garrett to cellar, and
the scenes Of childhood are rehearsed,
and we laugh till the tears come as we
talk over some boyish or girlish freak
or cry over some old trouble ended; but
the heart swings back again to mirth,
for it does not take half second for D.
tear of the eye to strike the smile of the
lip. For few years the grandchildren
make the holidays merry. One Of the
many uses of grandchildren is to keep
the old folks young. Then after few
years the annual gathering at the old
homestead is half broken up, for father
or mother is gone.
About two years after for there are
generally about two years between the
time of their going) the other half Of the
holiday season is broken up. Then the
old house goes into the possession of
strangers, and the sons and daughters by
that time have homes Of their own. They
plant their own Christmas trees, and
hang up their own children's stockings,
and Irvine their own holly and mistletoe,
and have their own good times. They
will perhaps be riding out on some Of
those holidays either in sleigh or carriage
twenty or thirty years from now along
the places where we slumber the last |
sleep, and may we have been SO con-
siderate and sympathetic in our de-
meanor toward them now that they will
then say one to another as they pass the !
silent mounds Of the village graveyard
or city cemetery, "There rest as kind
father and as kind mother as ever
wished their children merry Christmas |
or a happy new year"
Meanwhile we, their parents and grand
parents, will, I hope, through the atone
ment of our blessed Lord, be keeping
holidays livelier and higher up; in the
presence of the very Christ whose birth
the earthly Christmas commentaries,
and Of the Ancient of Days" who saw
the first year open, and will see the last
year close; in companionship with the
ever widening circle of heavenly kin
dred, many already there and many soon