Connecticut western news., 1895-09-05

ship. You are in peril with others stand with the others that are in peril; | you are bearing burden with others bear the burden and do not throw it off | upon them. Pleasure is n fair maiden, | but her cheeks soon grow pale and sunk en, and her hair thin, and her brow fur rowed, and all her fair aspect lost. Du- ty-all her surliness turns to serenity, and all her serenity to peace. Blessed is the man who has taken Duty for his | bride. She never grows old. Let a man live for happiness-for himself, for his wife, for his children, for his home, for others-and sooner or later the time of shipwreck will come to him. Let him live for what men call honor-oh, mis- used word oh, badly abused word oh, noble word flor honor is social duty, honor is duty owed to your fellow men and recognized by them and by all; let him live for honor, and honor will not leave him in the hour of shipwreck. It was duty that enabled the sailors on the Royal George to stand as on dress parade while tho ship went down. It was duty that enabled the 400 to make that charge at Balaklaya, though some one had blundered, and they rode to death. It was duty that en- ables many man to stand where honor has no reward for him and fame no val ue to him, and yet to stand, and having done all still stand, for duty inspires him, and duty is the voice of God speaking in conscience If, therefore, to you it ever seems as though life was not worth living, if death has come and talk GU your loved one and bereft you of home, if it seems to you that you have nothing left to live for, still duty stands by your side saying this, You are not put into life to run away from life's burdens and life's ills, but to take them and to bear them for loves sake and for others sake. This was the word of comfort and inspiration Christ gave to his disciples. When he had left them and they were alone, this was the mes- sage he brought to them, Go, though I have gone from you; go, and preach my gospel unto every creature; go, and serving others find consolation for your selves. The best way to wipe away the tears from your own eyes is to find some other eyes that weep and wipe the tears from theirs. The best way to tighten your own load is to take another's load on you, and, taking that, forget your own. Strange paradoxi The men that fee from burdens bear them, and the men that seek burdens arc relieved from them in the bearing of them.
 The Anchor of Hope.
 The second anchor is hope-that is, immortal hope. Let n man live under the impression that the horizon of this present time is the horizon of his life, and I do not see how he can help at times asking himself, Is life worth liv- ing? and shaking his head sorrowfully in reply. If there is no life beyond the grave, this life does not seem worth liv- ing. One is prosperous and makes mon- | ey and is wealthy-what then? What can he do with it? If all men about him are but beasts that are to perish, he can | do no more than the woman who makes a home for cats. There is no service to render humanity if there is no immor- tai humanity to serve. If one gets fame, what then? For the most part the men who have their names in the newspa- pers, and especially the men who have | they were out. One sits in the seat and looks upon the actor on the stage and says, Oh, that I could play like Booth and the actor on the stage looks at the audience in the seats and says, Oh, that could lay these garments off and sit down there and see the play go oni If one does not succeed, what then? Tho time has come when the venture of his | life has been thrown overheard, when all the past is dark and all before is dark and death ends all Is that life worth living? and he shakes his head and sorrowfully says, No. Blessed is he who looks through the grave and sees il illuminated. Blessed is he who sees this life to be little fragment of life, with the full life beyond. Like school girl is he; her days of schooling are past, and her eyes are full of tears and her heart of sorrow as she bids her com. panions goodby, but she is going to col. lege, or to her home, or to a husband and new home she is to make for her self, and that future throws its light back on this past and present and paints rainbows on her tears. Life is like an ocean voyage. The man comes out in the morning from his cabin and starts to walk the deck. Whether it is little boat or big one does not make much difference, for after few years he has traversed the whole deck from stern to stem, stands on the bow and knows all the life that is. What then? Lie down to sleep, wearied one; in the morning we shall wake in the harbor, new con tinent before you, and your friends there waiting to receive you. This is the an chor that you are to throw out while you wish for day. Weeping may endurs for night, but joy cometh in the morn ing. Blessed are those that believe in a morning.
 Christ and God.
 The third anchor is Christ. Christ as q real Saviour from sorrow and sin here and now; Christ as noble example of heroism Christ as an inspiration tc right life, because one that has entered into life and borne the brunt of life's battle; Christ, a power to live the life that is worth living. I remember tc have read a story about shipwreck on the Jersey coast; ship was stranded on a bar a mile out, and they tried ir vain to reach it with help from shore, and at last one brave man, getting g dozen brave men with him, launched the lifeboat, and rowed out through tho storm and the darkness and under tn, lee of the ship, and took a rope and climbed catlike into it, and put himself on the deck, and told the men what tC do. So to this storm tossed world oi ours comes the Christ, out from the un
 known shore, entering himself into it.
 braving himself the storm, sharing him
 self the sorrows, becoming himself ship
 wrecked of his own free choice with al | sl,a shiYxuraclad sailors on fbis craft