The Globe-republican., 1893-01-13

harvests! What religious convocations!
What trinmphs Of art and science and
invention and enterprise and religion!
But. alas. how sacred it has + en- with
sorrows! What pillows hot with fever
that could not be cooled! What graves
opening wide enough to take down beauty
and strength and usefulness! What oc-
| togenarians putting down the staff of
earthly pilgrimage and taking the crown
OF heavenly reward! What children, as
| in Bible time, crying: my head, nv
head! And they carried him to his
mother, and he sat on her knees until
| noon and then died" This year went
the chief poet Of England AMI the chief
| poet OF America Our John g. Whittier
great in literature and simple as
child-for did / not spend an afternoon
with him in barn in the Adirondacks,
and in the evening we played blind
mans bluff. he tying over my eyes the
handkerchief while the hotel parlors
| rang with the merrymaking? And Ten
nyson, this year gone - he who for this
particular season Of the year wrote:
Ring out. wild bells. to the wild sky,
Tho flying cloud; the frosty light.
The year is dying In the night
Ring out. wild bells, and let him de- =
What mingling OF emotions in this clos
ing year! What orange blossoms for the
marriage altar, and what myrtle for the
tOmbs Of the dead. Hosannas and lam
entatiOns in collision. Anthem and dead
march mounting from the same ivory
keys. Before this year quite leaves the
earth let II hear our repentance for op-
portunities that can never return. Kind
words spoken too late or not spoken at
all. Means Of getting good or doing
good so completely gone by that the
archangers voice could not recall them.
Can it be that this year is closing and
our sins are unfOrgiven. ard we have no
certainty that when our last Dec. 81 has
sped away we shall enter a blissfu
eternity? The most overwhelmingly
solemn week of all the year is the last
week Of December.
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 its incineration, to its
redemption and its demolition. And sol
expect that 1898 will be greater year
than 1892. Its wedding bells will be mer-
rier. Its obSeQues will be sadder. Its
scientific discoveries more brilliant Its
properties more significant Its opep-
ing more grand. Its termination more
stupendOus. Look out for 1898. Let
printers have In their cases of type
plenty OF exclamation points to set up a
sudden paragraph. Let the cOnServa-
tories have profusion Of flowers that can
be twisted into garlands. Let churches
have plenty OF room for increased as
SemblageS. Let men and women have
more religion to meet the vacillations,
and the eXigencieS, and the demands, and
the raptureS, and the woes Of this COM
ing 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: |
"What 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 trouble because |
there is no full resource OF earthly sym
pathy. But rejoice to tell you that in |
God you always have someone to cry to-
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. cone wedding |
or burial, come health or sickness. come |
life or death. come time or eternity, alPs |
well, alrs we'll! Keep your heart right |
and all else will be right. Men and wo-
men have sometimes given strange and |
whimsical directions in regard tC 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, but ordered her heart
taken to Tewkesbury cathedral Lord
Windsor, dying in a foreign land, ordered
his heart inclosed in lead and sent to
for burial in the chapel Of
Now what shall we decree
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.
Thus in three chapters l have cOun-
seled that the holidays be grouped. May
nothing interfere with their felicitieS.
Nav they be so spent that they will be
food for pleasant Renaissance further
on. You know that after while the old
homestead will be broken up. For years
and years the children come home to
spend the holidays, and the house is
from garnet 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 hearts swing back again to mirth.
for it does not take half second for a
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
DR. mother is gone.
About two years after (for there are
about two wears between the
time of their going the other half Of the