Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-03-29

eoceht see the roses, he doesn't see the
weeds; and II he doesn't know tho color
OF sunshihc, neither can he realize that
OF the clouds. There is no need for him
10 speak in meeting. his life is SER
mon, ahd the young men members look
at him and learn from him. And he
goes along in HIS gentle fashion, never
dreaming that he isa poem and that he
will be saint.
LOVELY FLOWERS AND CHARITY.
You, perhaps, are hearing fine music.
You are seeing those gorgeous flowers
for which so much money has been
paid. Yes, | do believe In giving the
most beautiful of all to God, but when
there Is so much suffering in the world,
1t seems to nc that the flowers of charity
will be counted of more value than those
puro white lilies that by tomorrow will
be dead. The gentle Friend believes that
TO educate a boy SO that he may be an
honest man, able to take care of him.
self, is more pleasing to God than an
anthem sung by one whose voice repre-
sents SO many golden pieces. He thinks,
to care for the widow and orphan, and
20 care for them in such way that the
right hand is ignorant of what the left
hand does, will be more pleasing to the
Saviour of mankind than the wagon
loads Of flowers cut from lighthouses
and paid for by money that would do,
oh so much good, if il were put some
place else. Perhaps you do not agree
with me; but think if you stop and
remember, you will conclude that | am
right. OF the flowers of the field, of
the flower which you have tended and
watched, of those that come out Of your
own garden, give to the glory of God.
But don't throw away money buying
flowers when there are girls and boys
crying 10 be helped that they may in
the future be useful men and women,
and helpful to each other.
There has never word been spoken.
The Spirit which has descended upon
all has only suggested silent devotion,
and now two of the Oldest members OF
the meeting arise and take each others
hand. And we know that il Is time to
depart. Quietly we walk out, and you
and | linger among the tombstones,
looking for the one where some one lays
who is near and dear to us. And Cousin
Deborah comes to us, and with
HER SWEET "THEEs" AND 'DrHoUs"
ihdheo us lcol Eihu tuhb VIC nave COHlS
back to worship with them once more.
And as l stoop to gather few green
leaves from grave, she says, "How
happy must be those people who can
60 where their dear dead lie." And
we both think of the sailor lad; but we
say nothing. And Cousin Deborah tells
us in quiet, pleasant way of the wed,
ding that she is going to during the
week, and how glad she is that she has
been able to hem all the fine handker-
chiefs that belong to the little bride.
She is eager that they may be used only
to wipe away tears of joy, and she
hopes that there will bs a great many
happy weddings during the beautiful
spring days. And then we talk about
its being the Resurrection day, and we
hear from church nearby the bells
Ginning hymn of joy, and | look UP
and am alone. -.
THE DEAR QUAKER AT WORSHIP.
Alone in the Westinghouse. No one is
with me and l can't understand it. And
then remember that came down here
to the old place to worship as my grand
father had, and that have been sitting
here dreaming. There is no little child
and no gentle man; both of them have
gone long ago. Cousin Deborah and
her sailor lad are united. And | am
waiting all alone for the Friends to
come in, for have gotten here half an
hour too soon. But it is a good dream
that l have had. 1t is always good for
us to remember. Gradually the con-
gentle Friends who have taken the
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half an hour ago. And the stiffness of
worship falls upon me. And, sitting
there quietly, / can sec how SO many
hundred years ago the good tidings came
that Christ had arisen; and feel sure
that those who loved and worshipped
Him met these glad tidings in quietness,
and thanked God in their hearts that
death was no more. And the women
around mo
APPEAR LIKE MARY ARD MARTHA,
and seem to belong to better world
than the one we all know; seem to be
more fitted to welcome Him who died
that we might live, than do those others
where there is noise and confusion.
Surely, think it must be good to be
here.
Friend, ask of you, you who perhaps
do not give much thought to the worship
of God, on this the Resurrection day, to
offer him o silent prayer, silent
thanksgiving and a silent promise. Be-
lieve me, it will mean much, very much,
to you, and much more to him. Per-
haps you prefer to worship some other
way. Thank God, that in the meeting
they are liberal enough to allow every
man to worship God after his own
fashion. They are more liberal than
the unbelievers, who say there is moth
ing good but unbelief. l am certain,
though, that on this Easter morn, you
will ind quiet prayer closest to your
heart. Sometimes we are afraid to
utter with our lips what we think, and
what We hope for, but God, who looks
into the heart, knows what is there, and
judges of us by that. Say in your heart,
us do to-day, "God help us all wher-
ever we may be.
THE ETERNAL WORLD BEYOND.
And when that last great Resurrec-
ton day comes, give us courage to
stand before Him, and, laying bare all
our sins, worship Him forever and for
ever"
The whole world to-day knows that
we are celebrating the victory over
death, and what VIC must do besides is
to gain the control over sin, SO that we
can live and die as God would wish us
to. But, especially, must we learn to
live. 1t Is not hard to die, my friend;
that is only the end of all things; but to
live good, pure, honest life, requires
continual silent,praYer for help. The
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