St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-04-02

Have you read the little poem in the
April ST. Nicholas? It's not very deep
yOem, you may think, not for grown
apps" anyway, and yet it suggests a
.ovely text for a little sermon on dig
atty. This little poem tells how tiny
prince sitting all alone by himself in
The great chair of state thought what
things he would do when he was king.
Not mighty things, but just little ones,
like getting even with the cross, old
"Dowager Duchess" who had told him
that it was rude TO Jump. and the court
physician and the lord high chamber
lain, who had murdered the white
mice Prince Carl laughed in glee as
he thought of the surprises in store for
all these d:gnifed old people when he
became the king. But even while he
rejOiced-
Ont OF the twilight a slow voice rolled.
There stood the high chamberlain, stern,
who said:
I regret TO state that I've just been told
II is time for your highness TO so to bed
and 10. not word did this hIghness say.
He went al once like the son OF king,
But his bright curls dropped as he walked
And the cockatoo's head went under its
wing"
That's the expression l like: Like
the son of king" There is
something compelling about il. He
could not rebel or cry or kick
when his pleasant reVerie was
spoiled by the voice of duty. He could
only leave the comfortable cushioned
chair of state, that would never be so
line a seat for him again if once his sun
ny curlS we're CiTcled with heavy crown
Of care, and gone his pretty playmate
ana auditor, the cuckatOO, and 60 with
the lord high chamberlain to the silence
and darkness of his bed, if not
willingly, with at least a show
of willingness that did credit
to the training of the king his father.
No other child in all the kings wide
domain could cry and scream and refuse
to obey and Justify his conduct by say
ing that was the way the prince acted"
for he never forgot the manners becOm-
ing 1.-The son of a king" We often say.
with more or less of levity, that every
American is king, and of course every
woman is a queen by the same showing,
and equally, of course, the daughter Of
a king. Thus it becomes US to act as 3
pIluCGSS SuOulu. Dub IL SOH!C Ct(hl1Cl
should presume to deny our right to
this lofty title, we have authority for
saying that He hath made Us princesSes,
and SO we must perfOrce act as the
daughters of king should. But, my
dearS, do we always do so? If in
the midst Of our worldly planning
the plans of the King, our Father, inter
fere. do we like the little prince go
with at least the Semblance OF willing
ness TO do his will. You may object
that the Semblance will not do. The
must willingness must be real. That Is
true: but do you know that the attitude
Of willingness is often the proper pos
ture in which our souls may find the real
thing? Ii the Father has afflicted US,
we should strive earnestly day by day to
keep cheerful face before the world,
because, first, the world knows that we
claim To be children of the King. and
If the Kings beheStS clash with our
wishes and we act, not as children TO
wise father, but as enemies to foe
who has overthrow US, We show
diShOnOr to our Father, the King.
Secondly, we must wear a cheerful
face. because there are other helpless
ones, often, whose sunlight Is that that
beams from our faces, and they being
young or uLtaught, seeing rebellion i'll
our faces. feeling their tender, Sympa-
thetic hearts turned against him whose
child we are. they fail to love him
as we wish they should, for they argue
lie has hurt her who is the embodiment
of ali beauty and goodness to us, and he
cannot be good, we will acknowledge
no allegiance to Tim. And then if the
King should bid us labor in part of
his vineyard that we do not like, again
we rebel. Do we not know that he
sees and knows just the point at
which cur souls need strengthening:
And the work among the vines may only
be the humble labor of digging round
the roots or clipping the wayward
branches; we cannot see that the work
is needed; but the King sees, and if we
try we can have the oil of gladnesS'
TO make the work run smoothly. The
tiny weeds we uproot are things OF
beauty and look at us with delicate eyes
OF bloom, the light soil that we turn
over has perfume of its own, and by
and by when the harvest comes and the
King greetS his wanderers home, each
little task well done will brighten and
bloom and fill the ar for us with reStful
fragrance. Like the daughter of g
King. then, let us live. "Why should
we mind little clouds when the heavens
are so Wide?" Why should we fret and
rebel at the lessons our Father sends?
This day is one on which our title Il
the claim of princesshood was con
tirmed. Let Us. then, in the Joy of the
season, resolve TO live bodily and spir
itually like the daughter of King"
AUNT POLLY.