The record-union., 1893-02-25

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sufficient to sweep away the evils that
are now tolerated, and to make the poll
tics OF the country worthy OF its mate
nal grandeur and the private virtues of
Its Inhabitants
What the gentleman 1 have alluded to
mas to do is to entertain with Mr.. Bryce
tnls larger idea of the possibilities of
party, to feel that all things, even evil
things, through their consequences are
moral in their tendency that
Truth crushed to earth will rise again,
The eternal years Of God are hers;
But error, wounded writheS In pain
And dies amid her worshipers.
John w. Chadwick felt this, as in his
recent article on the late George w. Curtis
he contrasted Mr.. Curtis pure methods
with those of the politicians who opposed
him. and quoted:
Swiftly the polite goes; is it dark? He
Dorrows lantern
| SLOWLY the patriot and sure, guiding his
steps by the stars.
But II our politics have taken the stamp
OF patriotism in our discussions, religion
mas become honor and faith-faith in the
integrity OF mans nature and in the
moral meaning of the universe of which
man is part.
In this view of things, it is immaterial
now man derives this faith. He may
iake 1t on authority, he may recognize
MS moral nature without specializing
upon It's genesis, and, conscious OF the
control 1t exercises, find in it that cate
gorlcal imperative which compelled Kant
TO discover the law-giyer behind the law,
with its mighty sanctions and its mighty
penalties, or he may think of this nature
as Itself derived, and believe that intelli-
gence and emotion, thought and feeling,
are but the products of matter, which
contains the promise and the potency of
| every order. OF life" but yet find "a
hip,calf
righteousness" there is not one among
US no matter what his technical belief or
QouDt may be, who has not sustaining.
1alth and who cannot feel that in the most
common transactions of life his wagon
Is hItched to star"
In this connection, and as expressing
this sufficient faith to which / have al
luded, would like to quote these beauti-
IuI words contained in letter from the
poet Whittier to Mrs. Elizabeth Stewart
fheIps. The foundations seem break
ing up" he says. 81 only hope that If
the plauks and stagings of human device
give way, we shall find the eternal rock
beneath. We can do without Bible or
Church. We cannot do without God, and
OF Hlln we are sure. All that science and
criticism can urge cannot shake the self
| evident truth, that He asks me to be true
Just, merciful and loving; and because
He asks me to be so, know that He is
Himself what He requires OF me-"
AS your President for this year, one
Iurthef word from me may not be in
| appropriate.
we nave thus far sustained no losses
by death, ana for three years past no
designations have depleted our ranks.
w 9 are, however, soon to lose one who
mas been called TO a larger field of useful
ness IN MS vocation, and who long before
we snail meet again upon an anniversary
occasion Will have been separated from
US by the breadth of the continent. We
deplore our loss, but we rejoice in his
promotlon; and may we not express the
nope that, as from the outlook of his
larger opportunity he surveys the years
passed upon this Western coast, he will
treasure our memory as we will treasure
his? And perhaps he may be disposed to
credit something of his advancing power
10 an education which our mutual inter-
course may have measurably furnished.
But away with all sadness for the pres
ent. We are here for enjoyment, to for
get the cares of life, the separations and
Its advancing years, and although con-
scious that since last we similarly met
some new wrinkle has been engraved
upon our faces, and our locks have taken
on an added whiteness, to say with
Holmes:
Has there any old fellow
Got mixed with the boys?
Ii there has, take him out,
Without making "a noise.
Hang the Almanac'S cheat
And the Catalogues spiteI
Old Time is a liar!
We're twenty tonight.
We're twentyl We're twenty!
Who says we are more?
Hes upSy-young jackanapesi
Show him the door
Gray temples at twenty? Yes!
White If we please;
Where the snowfiailes fall
Thickest there's nothing can freezei
Was il showing spoke of?
Excuse the mistake.
Look close-you will see
Not sign of a fiakei
We want some new garlands
For those we have she'd
And these are white roses
In place of the red.
Yes, we're boys-always playing
With tongue or with pen;
And sometimes have asked,
Shall we ever be men?i
Shall we always be youthful,
AND laughing and gay,
Till the last dear companion
Drops smiling away?
Then here's TO our boyhood,
Its gold and its grayi
The stars of its winter, the
Dews of its May,
And when we have done
With our life-lasting toys
Gear Father take care of Thy