The Newtown bee., 1894-11-09

martyr, Stephen, was stoned, and con- sented to his death; how he persecuted Christians like savage hound pursuing them from place to place.
 Regret is common to all ranks. to all ages, to all conditions of life. Queenly Lady Macbeth wrings her hands in agony and laments over the blood-stains of her murdered husband-a dye that will mot out;" and Dickens poor Bill Sykes is fill the murder of Nancy. In queen, in out cast, the feeling is the same, keen, sharp, violent regret over the irredesmable Past. And, since the Past is irredeemable, how foolish to be wishing it back, to wrap ourselves up in the feeling of regret and shiver in it's cold! The Past takes what we put into it's hands, our good deeds and our evil, our sorrows, our tears, our joys, and
 WITH THE BURDEN IT GOES AWAY.
 To try to call it back would be as idle as to stand by the shore of the sea and call to some great ship whose masts are disappearing on the horizons verge.
 And how many are the weights of re- gret over small advantages, limited spheres! "If l only had more time" says one Eff I only had more money, if on- ly had more education, if 1 only had more natural ability, how much 1 might ac- complishr' But why wish for more time, when there is some time that is now going by? Why wish for more money, when you have some money that is not being put to it's fullest use?
 When we come to think little deeply we find that limitation is the very thing in life that affords success. Fifty years or more ago stray pioneer might have established himself upon the spot where now lies the queenly city of Chicago, but where then was the unbroken prairie. The new conner would have been wholly unlimited in the acres that he could till |; to east, to west, the rolling, waving land stretched from horizon to horizon, a lim- tless tract; but no one was there to sell him blows with which to toss up the furrows or the seed to SOW broadcast over the rich loam. No community was there to consume his produce, no railroads to ship it to the seaboard. When, however, the western boom ripened and emigrant wagons began to pour from the New England states and put men of push and brain upon the vast prairies, limitation came; farms adjoined farms, fences hem med in the soil-tiller's possessions, rail roads absorbed wide regions. By these limitations wealth began to accumulate and prosperity came rolling like flood.
 Regret our limitations! Why, it is by subtracted human lives the world has been indebted for some of it's richest treasures. The Greeks, with their little land cut up by mountain ridges and by seas, by natural barriers shut out from the world, carved marble into statues whose only lack from perfect represen- tation of the living form was that they did not breathe. From ages of least en- lightenment have come some of the greatest works in pursuits that could on- ly at such time be followed.
 IN THE TWILIGHT AGES OF HISTORY, long before Abraham, father of the Jew | ish people, was called from UT of the Chaldees, when, in Egypt, fearful sys- tenn of serfdom extinguished the sparks of manly courage, when life was counted small and labor cheap, a tyranG king was able to obtain, as the ancient historian Herodotus tells, the labor of l00,0 ,000 men | for 20 years; and thus the Great Pyra. mid was built, 40 centuries ago, which | bids fair to outlast even Time. Out ot the days when men have been laid aside from what seemed to be the work of wid est usefulness have come the thoughts and words that have given most of cheer and solace. Out of his blindness Milton wrote the matchless Paradise Lost"- the closing of the poets eye to the outer world quickened to keener vision the eyt | of his mind.
 l The lack of time, of resources, of abil. ity, but urges to most diligent use 0.
 what we possess. We believe in an over ruling, shaping Providence that has al lotted to us whatever powers we can cal our own. We are expected to develop just what we have, and no more. Int owner of the One talent was condemned not because he did not have five talents or ten, but because he laid in a napkin and buried in the earth the only one h, had. Paul, the great missionary wht
 broke away from the narrow limits of , selfish Judaism, heard the Macedonian | cry from across the sea and followed it
 to be the pioneer in carrying the Gospe
 upon European soil, at Philippi, telling
 his message even with feet fast in tn,
 stocks, at Rome when chained to one O
 the Emperor's guards, gave to the nev
 religion such an impetus that the thrill O
 his great enthusiasm has been fel
 through the long roll of centuries and, b,
 the inspiration of his grand words, cal
 never cease; yet Paul was a poor ten
 maker, with coarse goats hair thread an,
 awl weaving tents for rude fishermen {; h,
 was humpbacked and probably suffere,
 all his life from opthalmia, disease o
 the eyes. This dwarfed, bent, despised whipped and beaten Jew accomplished
 work, amid untold hardships, gnawin,
 hunger, stinging cold, shivering naked
 ness, manifold perils by land and by sea
 mid enemies that thirsted for his blood,
 work for God and the advancement of Hi
 cause,