Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1895-04-18

New YORK, April 12.-Are you
happy enough to have place to which
you can go and find rest when the
world and all its worries seem just a
little more than you can bearg Ihave.
1t is quaint little place, and yet il is
right in the midst of fashionable
neighborhood. 1t faces park that has
high iron rails about IL, aud which can
only be enjoyed by the children of the
rich, and all around are great, big
houses, the homes of millionaires. But
not all the hurry of the world ever
touches that quiet Meeting House. The
jangle of the car bells is far from it,
and always it seems as if the spirit Of
content rested there and longed TO give
its blessing to whoever came seeking for
that which is good. 1t means so much
to have perfect silence once in a while.
10 be all alone and to think out the
problem of living without an interrup.
ton from any human being.
TO ME on THAT EASTER MORNING
there seemed NO place like it,. The
churches were beautifully dressed with
lilies, the great organs were pealing
forth hymns to the glory of God, YET
here, where there was neither flower
nor song, the Holy Ghost seemed to
have descended and all was silence. On
the window sill tiny robin sat looking
curiously at the quiet congregation, and
every now and then he gave a melodious
song as If to attract the attention of the
people near him. And it came to me as
II heard the Spirit speaking in the song
of the bird, and before me were those
who, yesterday, / had seen in the flesh.
First of all, beautiful woman-bright
of eye, quick of wit and lovely to look
upon. But, alas she stood out from
all other women as one for whom there
could be no redemption-a sinner Of the
deepest dye. A sinner who had sinned
because of love, and then. finding that
she could not step back, had gone for.
ward and forward, further and further
until her life represented sin and sin
alone, and she died in it. And on hel
breast lay two white lilies, bought and
brought there by sister in sin. Tho
preacher who stood beside her dead
body told of the horrors of the future
told of frightful punishments and pic
tured death as something to be
dreaded, and not good angel giving
rest to those who are weary.
AND THE ROBIN, READING MY HEART
sang out in sweet, but low tones, "And
when He appeared, it was not to The
saints first Of all, but TO the woman Out
OF whom He had cast seven devils, and
whose scarlet robes were washed whittier
than snow"
And then there came another picture
A man and woman who had loved
each other, who had believed that life
and its joys were all to them when they
were together; who had, selhshly
enough, found the pleasures of this
world sufficient, and who never thought
TO share their happiness with others,
who never knew how to give of theii
| plenty to the poor, who never thought
of making easier the weight to thos,
who carried great burdens. But they
lived along from day to day simply
enjoying, never dreaming even of The
seltishness of their life. And Yesterday
the man lay cold and still in death. Anc
the woman knelt beside him and prayed
that it might come to her, And, as if il
were a dream, saw her alone fol
many years, yet she had learned
through her grief, how rich might life
be, II life meant sharing every Joy with
another, dividing the sorrow Of another
and taking the bigger half, and givint
the helping hand to whoever may nect
it.
And the robin sang out just this, as i
he knew her daily grief: "And Coo
shall wipe away all tears from our ewes.
Then there came another picture,
YOU, WHO ARE \ MOTHER,
take it close to your heart, that chile
which you love So much, but rumembe,
when gift comes from God it brings ,
duty. Did this mother do her duty
Did she remember those other littlt
children whose cry goes up eternally
not only for bread, not Gully for care
but for mothers love. DID she thinE
Of the millions of children aIl the worlt
over, stretching out their little hand
that some one might come and taxi
them, and lead them in the path mean
for them? Did she think to clotne III,
poor, to feed the hungry, ana 10 4,
her best always for these little ones VIII,
are, after all, no matter how cruel moth
ers may be, Gods children? No. al
that she thought of was her own child
She loved it, she joyad in it, and sh
counted, not that in all the wide world
there was none SO sweet and none I.
entirely blessed. And yesterday, II Ion,
white scarf with two white lilies tied 4
it marked her doorway. And she llucl
beside her dead baby, and, as in
dream, She saw the little children win
are starving, who are suffering, who ar
dying, all around us, and, leading thi
procession, was her own tiny blossom
calling the poorest Of them "Brotuer
And the robin sang clear and loud
And God shall wipl away all tear
from their eyes; and there shall be nj
more death. Then there was anotle
picture.
A WOMAN ALONE.
Toiling, striving, day in and day IN
that death might be kept away from Nh
door Living Il lonely life that meat
all work ana WEAKNESS. Unacquainte
with a friendly hand, never seeing
friendly smile, only knowing that wi,
the rising OF the sun work began an,
with It's setting that it stopped. Whe
the needle was quiet, the woman wa
too weary even to pray, but God hear
the wish and rest came. And ther
were no more bitter tears to wet III
!, needle, and make it drag slowly ~
more bitter tears to salt the ppor tnot
only quietness and the beautiful sill
ness that comes with the angel of deott
: And the worker lay there, stilland c9Il
and, even in death, there was ~
, friendly hand to make the first hanafa
/ of earth fall gently on the poor cnffin
/ But the robin sang with bolduess an
; clearness, knowing that it was the truti
; And God shall wipe away ali ten,
from their eyes; and there shall be n
more death, neither crying" "
THE YOUNG INvALID's Loyctxcs
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