The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-12-06

4 Inc great art BdleTlcS OL venice dllu
/ Naples and Dresden are carefully
| guarded, and governments protect them,
i for, once lost, they can never be repro
/ duced, but God sets up in the royal gal
| leries of the frost pictures such as no
human art could ever produce. hundreds
| of thousands Of them, only for four or
| five hours, and then rubs them out,
| making the place clear for a display just
| as magnificent the next morning. No
one but a God could afford to do that.
1t would bankrupt everything but infin-
| ity and omnipotence.
| Gods Infinite Magic.
| Standing here between the closed doors
! Of the pictured woods and the opening
doors of the TRANSPORTED window glass,
| L want to cure my folly and your folly
/ Of longing for glorious things in the dis
| lance, while we neglect appreciation of
| glorious things near by. "Oh, if 1 could
| only go and see the factories of lace at
Brussels says some one. Why. with
/ in twenty feet Of where you awaken
| some December morning you will see
| richer lace interviewer for your window
| panes by divine fingers. "Oh, IL l could
| see the factories of silk at Lyons!' says
| some one. Why, without leaving your
/ home on the north side OF your own
house on Christmas morning you may
| see where the Lord has spun silken
| threads about your windows this way
| and Observation-Disclosures such as no one
/ but God can work.
Alas, for this giorifcation Of the dis
| tant and this belittling of the close by!
| This crossing or oceans and paying
/ high admission in expenses to look at
| that which is not half as well done as
! something we can see by crossing our
| own room, and free of charged This
praising Of Raphaels hundreds of years
| gone, when the greater Raphael, the
| Wi ~ q
to your own homel
| Next L speak of the frost as physi-
/ clan. Standing at the gates of New
! York harbor autumn before last, the
| frost drove back the cholera, saying.
| Thus far shalt thou come and no far
| ther, From Memphis and New Orleans
1 and Jacksonville he smote the fever
| plague till 1T reeled back and departed.
/ The frost is a physician that doctors
4 cities, nations and continents. he medi-
| cineS the world. Quinine for malaria,
/ anti-febrile for typhOids, sulphonal for
| sleeplessness, antispasmodic for dis
| turbed nerves, but in all therapeutics
| there is no remedy like the small pellets
| prepared by the cold, and no physician
so skillful or so mighty as the frost
Scotland has had great physicians, but
| her greatest doctors have been the Aber-
| nethies and AbeTcrombies that have
| come down over the highlands horsed
| on the north wind. England has had
| her great physicians, but her greatest
| doctors have been the Andrew Clarkes
and the Mackenzies who appeared the
| first night the fields Of England were
| trimmed with white. America has had
| it's great physicians, but her greatest
| doctors have been the Willard Parkers
| and Valentine Motifs who landed from
| bleak skies while our fingers We're be-
| numbed and our ears tingled with the
cold. Oh, 1t is high time that you add
| another line TO your liturgy 1t is high
| time that you make an addendum to
your prayers. 1t is high time that you
| enlarge the catalogue of your blessings.
| Thank God for FROST 1t is the best Of
| all germicides. 1t is the only hope in
| bacteriology. 1t is the medicament OF
| continents. 1t is the salvation Of our
| temperate zone. 1t is the best tonic that
God ever gave the human race. 1t is
| the only strong stimulant which has no
| reaction. The best commentary on it
1 had while walking near here one cool
morning with my brother John, who
| spent the most Of his life as a mission
| airy in China, and in that part of it
| where there are no frOsts. He said
there was a tingling gladness in his
| nerves indescribable and an almost intox-
ication Of delight from the fact that 1t
was the first time for years he had felt
| the sensation Of frost. We complain Of
| il, we scold it, we frown upon it. when
we ought to be stirred by it to gratitude
| and hoist IL on doxology.
The Frost of Heaven.
But 1 must go farther and speak Of
the frost as a jeweler. As the snow is
frozen rain, so the frost is frozen dew
God transforms it from liquid into a
| crystal. 1t is the dew glorified. In the
thirty-eighth chapter of that inspired
drama. the book of Job, God says to the
inspired dramatist with ecstatic interro-
| cation. THE hoary frost of heaven, who
| hath gendered Ii 80 God there asks Job
| il he knows the parentage of the frost.
He inquiries about it's pedigree He sug-
gests that Job study up the frosts gene
| illogical line. A minute before God had
asked about the parentage of a rain
drop in words that years ago gave me
| a suggestive text for a sermon. Hath
the rain a father?" But now the Lord
Almighty is catechising Job about the
frost. He practically says DO you
| know its father? Do you know its
mother? In what cradle of the leaves
did the wind rock it? The hoary frost
Of heaven. who hath gendered it?'"
he is a stupid Christian who thinks
so much OF the printed and bound bible
mat ne neglects the old testament of
| the fields. nor reads the wisdom and
kindness and beauty of God written in
blossoms on the orchard. in sparkies on
| lhe lake, in stars on the sky in FROST
on the meadows. The greatest ieweler
| OF all the earth is the frost There Is
| nothing more wonderful i'm all cr4vs-
| tallography. Some morning I'm December
| a whole continent is found besprent with
| diamonds, the result of one nights work
| by this jeweler
| Do you make the depreciatorv remall,
| that the frost is impermanent and will
| last only two or three hours? What Of
| that? We go into London tower and
| look at the crown Jewels of England
| out we are in a procession that the
/ guards keep moving on, and five min
| utes or less are your only opportunity
| or looking at those crown Jewels. but
/ at the crown jewels bestarred of the
| frost IN parks and fields you may stand
| TO look deliberately and for hours. and
| no one 10 tell you to move on.
| Natures Diadem of Beauty.
| Oh. these regalias and diadems of
| beauty flung out of heaven! Kings and
queens on celebrative days have come
| riding through the streets throwing
handouts Of silver and gold among the
| people, but the queen of the winter
morning is the only queen rich enough
i to throw pearls, and the king of frost
/ the only king rich enough to throw orr1ls
| and sapphires and diamonds Homer
| describes a necklace Of amber given
/ to Penelope, but the frost necklaces a.
/ continent The carcanet OF precious
| stones given TO Harmonic had pinions of
/ orange jasper and white moonstones and
| Indian agate, but IL was a misfortune