The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-03-23

that fight, and who VIII us Dearen. Wnen
two opposing lions meet in jungle In india.
YOU cannot tell which will overcome
and which will be overcome. sThey
glare at each other for moment, and
then with full strength Of muscle they
fash against each other like two thunder.
bolts o. colliding stornclouds, and with jaws
ike the crush Of avalanches, and with re-
sounding voice that makes the Hinalayas
;remble, ard with pull and tear and clutch
and trample and shaking OF the head from
side to side until 1t is too much for human
endurance to witness, and, though one 4on
may be left dead. the one which has con-
quered crawls away 'acerated ana
Eashed and lame and eyelegs to bleed to
death in an adjoining jungle. But II you
and feel enough our weakness in this bat
tie of temptation and ask for the divine help
against that old lion Of hell, described In st.
Peter, will go to the stronger lion described in
Revelation, and 1t will be no uncertain Crap
pie, but under one omnipotent stroke the de-
Vouring monster that would slay our soul
shall go reeling back into pit II, 900 times
deeper than that in which Benaiah slew the
6on on snowy day.
A word to all who are in a snowy day. Oh,
athers and mothers who have lost children,
SudL - LILO hSdLuSI tlG-b SoI9 bAAOoSAA bSNJ
and soul. But drive back tho lion OF
bereavement with the thought which David
Rae, Of Edinburgh, got from the Scotch
grayedigger, who was always planting white
clover and the sweetest flowers on the
children's graves in the cemetery, and when
nsked why he did so replied: "Surely, Sir,
Gamma make over fine the bed GOVERN O.
little innocent sleeper that's waltln
there till it's Gods time to waken It.
and cover 1t with the white robe, and wait It
away to glory. When sic grandeur Is waittn
It yonder, it's At 1t should be decked oot
here. think the Saviour that counts its
clover sheet spread over 1t. Do ye moo think
30, too, sir2" Cheer up all. disconsolates.
The best work for God and humanity haa
poem done on tho snowy day. at gloomy
Marine Esrrace, island Of jersey, the exile,
Victor Hugo, wrought the mightiest
achievements Of his pen. Ezekiel, banished
md bereit and an invalid at Com
hull, on the banks Of Chebar, had his
momentou5 vision Of the cherubim and
wheels within wheels. By the dim light OF
dungeon window at Bedford, John Bunyan
sketches the 'Delectable Mountains" Mil
Ton writes the grestest poem of all time
without eyes. Michael Angelo carved
statue out OF snow, and all Florence gazed in
Gods servants have out of the cold cut their
Immortality. Prosecutions were the dark
background that made more impressive the
courage and conservation Of Ssvonarols,
who, when threatened with denial OF burial,
said, "Throw meinto the Arno If you choose;
The resurrection day will End me, and that Is
enough. Benatah on a cold damp, cutting,
snowy day gained -ieonine triumph. Hard
ship and trouble have again and again e1-
altsd and inspired and gloriaed their sub
iec!s.
The bush itself has mounted higher
And lourished uneonsumed In fire.
Well, We have had many snowy days within
che past month, and added to the chill: OF the
nonarrival Of the ocean steamer Gascogne.
Overdue for eight days, many had given her
up as lost, and the most hopeful were
very anxious. The cyclones, whose play
Is shipYrecks. had been reported being in
widest romp all up and down the At
lantic. The ocean few days before had
swallowed the Elbe, and with unap-
peased appetite seemed saying, "Give
US more Of the best shipping. The Norman
die came In on the sene track the Gascogne
was to travel, and it had not seen her. The
Teutonie, saved almost by the superhuman1
efforts Of captain and crew, came In and had
heard no gun Of distress from that missing
steamer. There were pale faces and wiring
ing hands on both continents, and tears
rolled down cold cheeks on those snowy
deys. We all feared that the worst had
happened and talked Of the City OF
Boston as never heard Of after sailing, and
the steamship President, on which the brill
liant Cookman sailed, never reported and
never to be heard OF again until the time
when the sea gives up its dead. But at last,
under most powerful glass at Fire Island,
ship was seen imping this way over the
waters. Then We ell began to hope that It
might be the missing French liner. Three
hours of tedious and sgonizing waiting and
two continents In suspense. When will the
eyeglasses at Fire Island make revelation Of
this awful mystery of the ssa2 There 1t Is!
Ea, ha! The Gascogn>l Quick! Wire the
news to the oity!' Swing the flags out on the
towers Ring the beilas Sound the whistles
OF the shipping all ths 1aJ up from Sandy
Hook to New York Battery! "She's safel
She's safer' are the waras caught up and
passed on from streeS to street. "It Is
the Gascogne!'' is the, cry sounding
through au our delighted homes and thrill
and all the cables under the sea, and the
huzza on the wharf as the gangplanks were
swung out for Decentralization was small
part Of the huzza that lifted both hemt-
spheres into exultation. The fakes Of snow
fell on the "e1tra" az We opened it on tho
street to get the latest particulars.
Well, It will be better thar that when soma
Of YOU are seen entering the harbor o!
heaven. You have had rough voyage. No
mistake about that. Snowy day after snowy
day. Again and again the machinery OF
health and courage broke down, and the
waves of temptation have swept clear oVerthe
hurricane deck, SO that you were often COM
PEELED to say, "All Thy waves and Thy billows
have COVE over me" and you were down In
the trough Of that sea and down in the trough
Of the other sea: and many despaired OF your
safe arrival. But the great Pilot, not one
who must come of from some other craft,
but the one who walked storm swept Gslilee
and now walks the w1ntry Atlantic, comes
on board and heads you for the haven,
when no sooner have you passed the
narrows OF death than you find all the banks
lined with immortals celebrating your arrival,
and while some break of palm branches
from the banks and wave them those stand
Ing on one side will chant, "There shall be
other side viii chant, "These are they which
came out of great trfbulaten and haa their
robes washed and made white in the:
blood Of the Lamb" OF Of the stormy
sea into the smooth harbor. Out Of leontns
struggle In the pit to guidance by the Lamb,
who shall lesd you to living fountains OF
water. Out Of the snowy day Of earthly
seventies into the gardens OF everlasting
fora and into orchards Of eternal fruitage,
The fall Of sheir white blossoms the only
NOW In heaven.