The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-05-30

very glad, my dear, EOOQ TellOW, that
you are pleased with one of my LETT
ters which has been shown to YOU
You are right in saying and believing
that I ask little of men in general. L
try to do much fer them and to expect
nothing in return. find a decided adj
vantage in these terms. On these.
terms l defy them to disappoint me. y
But, my hearers, the day cOmeth when
your work, which perhaps no one has
noticed, or rewarded, or honored, will
rise to heavenly recognition. While Z
have been telling you that the hand
was under the wing OF the cherubim,
I want you to realize that. the wing
was over the hand. Perhaps reward
may not come to you right away.
Washington lost more battles than he
won; but he triumphed at the last.
Walter Scott, in bOyhood, was called
1.-THE Greek Blockhead;" but what
height of renown did he not afterward
tread? And promise you victory fur
Their on and higher up; if not in this
world, then in the next. Oh, the heav-
emily day when your lifted hand shall
be glOved with what hOnors, its fin
gers encircled with what Jewels, it's
wrist clasped with what splendors!
Come up and take it, you Christian
woman, who served at the washtub.
Come up and take it, you Christian
shoemaker, who pounded the shoe last.
Come up and take it, you professional
nurse, whose compensation never fully
paid for broken nights and the whims
and struggles of delirious sick rooms
Come up and take it, you tiremen, be-
sweated, far down amid the greasy
machinery of ocean steamers, and We
conductors and engineers on railroads,
that knew no Sunday, and whose ring
ing bells and loud whistles never
warned off your own anXieties. Come
up and take it, you mothers, who rock
ed and lullabied the family brood I'M
til they took wing for other nests, and
never appreciated what you had done
and suffered for them. Your hand
was we'll favored when you We're
young, and it was beautiful hand,
so we'll rounded, so graceful that many
admired and eulogized it; but hard
work calloused it, and twisted it, and
self-sacriticing toll for others paled it,
and many household griefs thinned it,
and the ring which went on only with
a push at the marriage altar, now is
too large, and falls off, and again and
again you have lost it. Poor hand!
Weary hand! Wornout hand! But
God will reconstruct it, reanimate it,
readorn it, and all heaven will know
the story of that hand. What fallen
ones it lifted up. What tears it wiped
away. What wounds it bandaged.
What lighthouses it kindled. What
stOrm-tossed ships it brought into the
pearl-beached harbor. Oh, I am glad
that in the vision of my text, Ezekiel
saw the wing above the hand. Roll
on that everlasting rest for all the
toiling and misunderstood and suffer
ing and weary children of God, and
know right we'll that to join your
hand, at last emancipated from the
struggle, will be the soft hand, the
gentle hand, the triumphant hand Of
him who Wipeth away all tears from
all faces. That will be the Palace of
the King of which the poet sang in
somewhat Scotch dialect:
It's bonnie, bonnie warl' that we're
livin' in the moo,
An sunny is the lam we aften traivel
thro';
But in vain we look for something to
which DOR hearts can cling, :,
For it's beauty as is naethin to the
Palace O. the King.
We see Oor frien's await US over yon-
der at his gate;
Then let us a. be ready, for ye ken it's
gettin' late;
Let DOR lamps be BRIGHTLY burnin'; let's
raise DOR voice an sing;
Soon We'll meet, to part nae mair, j
the Palace O. the King