St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-08-06

the setting sun. His sun set for us; it
rises for those beyond.
You who have lett your tasks to come
III hither know we'll the qualities of this
man. They who have dwelt long In
fruitful garden know best the quality of
each pear aud peach, and the perfume
of each shrub and vine. All witness to
this mans worth. How admirable was
his courage! He did rot COW nor
cringe. Self-reliant, he had the bravery
of the future. He planted his deeds as
roots and seed, and by hope gathered
the harvest. Rugged, strong, he was
not stern nor hard. The oak and rock
in him were clothed with vines and
flowers. He put his life in peril for
th oSr he served, and, courageous still, he
lost it. Honest without, truth was also an
inner trait. He kept his faith. How noble
his ambition to make performance over
take promise, and pass it. He sent his
deed after his word as arrow to the tar
get, and where it struck. there 1t stuck.
No man can say he used the trust conl-
mitted to him as clusters to he squeezed
for his cup. Friendships great did this
man grOw-not many, but strong. One
who hath known known him twenty
years or more. hath summed his life
with one word-tidelity. His friend be-
slows high praise. Greatness itself Is
less than character. The candies blaze
casts shadow in the sunlight. Reason
and intellect are dark when Sincere
manhood blaZes up. Whoever is Taith-
full unto his fellows must need be also
Faithful to His God.
The man IN whose house we sit held
a unique friendship with him who hath
gone, a friendship that waXed through a
score or more of years. Weary, and
perhaps sometimes wounded, the de-
parted oft bent his steps hither, as of
old knights sought some friendly castle.
And so it has happened that thrice Oh
Sabbath evenings | have found my way
with Mr.. Meilen TO this home, and talked
with him into the small hours OF the
night on these great themes that kindle
noble aspirations. He was not a
IMAM that wore his heart upon his
sleeve. Some of you will recall the
Sabbath evening on which he spoke to
us of his faith. Noticing how sorrows
sweep through the world like raging
storms; how the blood of the genera
tiOns doth flow like rivers: how sins nave
swept through civilization as fire through
cities, leaving desolation i'll their track,
he was distressed in mind and lost his
early faith. Creeds fell away. Later
on he gained a Surer foothOd. He be-
lieved in GoG-IiiS guiding providence;
in conscience as Gods voice, and in
dividual possibility. He came to see
the discipline of trouble. The artist
pants his picture upon porcelain, but
fire alone can burn it in.
He recalled for US Emerson'S incident
in the life of Edward the Saxon king,
1.-The present life reminds me Of Win
ter feast. The hearth blaZeS within the
palace, while storm and snow and rain
are raging without. Driven by the
chilling tempest, a little sparrow enters
at the door. and flies delighted around
and out at the other door. Such is the
life of man." Fleeing from life'S pitt
less storm, he needs door opened into
heaven. He who careth for the spar
row will care much more for those who
are better than the sparrOws, and made
i'll His image. These are the great
eternal truths, founded Surer than the
stars or mOuntainS-God, conscience.
the Christ. revealing compassion in
finite; the life immortal, recovering
man out of SIMS defeat. SO he sailed,
not from headline to headline. but
Steered by the Stars
for long voyage and a distant port
| Today, while we thank God for the
forcefulneSs and helpful qualities IN
him, let US by faith in Gods dear Christ
redeem our lives from fear-from ter
rors, from cringing superstitions that
bring men into bondage. Precious be-
You'd ruOieS the faith in life immortal
Let man befOul and stop up every
| fountain that quencheS human thirst :;
| let him lift the ak on every vine that
! offers shade and cluster; kindle the
q
| love lifts the cradle song; make the
city heap, and the walled cities des-
| olatiOn, but let no man seek TO destroy
! the hope of that life immortal that re-
I deems man from sorrow, and suffering
! from the alteration of judgment, the
| error OF reason, the ruin of passion, the
soil OF sin. 1t is good TO read how men
have battered down slave prisons,
! fought their way into damp dungeons,
| struck the ShackleS off Shrunken hands,
guided the feeble feet forth to the
happy sunshine, green fields and muir
| murlng streams, and wiped the tears
from furrOWed cheeks.
But he who hath enlarged his horizon
| by broadcast study, knows that nowhere
| is there so sweet a prospect as when
the soul hath been redeemed out of the
| body, and rises as bird out of this life.
| moving towards the gate OF death, the
rosy gate of death, the pearly gate of
| death, the golden gate of death. With
| III the grave slab God hath set his
! lens. Wise men use it as telescope
to behold thereby the city of recov-
! cry. The gate of the city OF
| Milan is dOuble-One side hammered
| iron. the other of beauteouS bronze.
| Double the door of death-this
side the grave slab. that side the
! gate of pearl swinging inward. Christ
is the door of death. JOurDeying west
ward toward the setting sun, Mr.. Mel
| len came to the limitleSS sea. Begin
ming anew his journey he babe us
'good-night." For today we lift up
our voice, and cry hail and farewell -
| On some tomorrow's morrow, our word
shall be 'good-mOrning." God receive
him, Christ accept him. Amen.
Faith Of the Bead.
Sitting in his business car while
| journeying westward, Mr.. Mellen'S
faith found expression in the following
lines, which afterwards found theiI
| way into one of our magazines:
Think not this little span of life,
Is all there Is TO be-
Its pretty work and play and strife,
| Its little things to see.
For there's grander, better land,
| For these poor human ones
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