The Newtown bee., 1895-08-09

give out the beautiful hymn, and our | Congregational congregations beautiful ly sing the words written by the Roman 1 Catholic, Frederick W. Faber:
 There's wilderness in Gods mercy,
 Like the wilderness ot the sea-
 The wilderness of charity is in Gods mercy, but it is not as yet in our creeds.
 All things are yours,' says Paul, and he mentions the world. But the church has not always been orthodox in follow- ing Paul. The church has said in sub stance: It is too bad that we are placed in this world, but, since we must stay in it until we are called hence, let us have
 AS LITTLE TO DO WITH IT
 monasteries; let us wear strange garbs and look as unkempt as we can, to show that the display of this world is counted a sin by us. To all of which Christ an- swers: Fl pray not that thou shouldest take them out of the world, but that thou shouldest keep them from the evil.''
 The world is ours; it's beauty is ours ]; it's art is ours; it's delights of every sort are ours-its bright springs and hay summers and golden autumns, it's green meadows, it's laughing brooks and it's sunset skies. And I ask all of you who have ever taken up any new study, as botany or geology or zoology, that gave you new ideas of this earth and what it holds, if you have not gained for your selves another life, and every walk that you have taken has meant increasing fas. lcination and delight in the mere natural beauties of this world. wonder why il is that God never let's column of smoke ascend but He twists it and turrets it and spirals it with curving lines O beauty; wonder whysHe never let's thu old trunk of tree lie upon the ground rotting and falling to pieces but He GOV CTS it with the green tendrils of a clam lows a drop of dew to form on 8 single grass spire but He diamonds it witt sparkle and lustre I wonder why tht lines which an eagle describes il it's cloud-piercing flight are thu most perfect lines of grace and sym metry; wonder why God has given t. the eye power to discern the glitterint stars millions and millions of miles awar and the modest violet peeping out tn the dewy moss-bed at our feet-I won der why all this is true, if God did no mean that we should recognize beaut, everywhere, and be the more glad to liv in this world because it is so filled witt tokens of His goodness and love.
 But, "Love not the world, neither tn things that are in the world," does no the Bible say? Yes, it does: but sti that does not contradict our thought. / lady makes the wrong use of love whe
 she loves her bonnet or her jewelry 0 her dress. A maiden makes the wrong us
 of love when she loves the crimson fius
 in her cheek or the sparkling glances C
 her eye. A business man makes tn
 wrong use of love when he loves hi
 bank book or his ledger or his name i
 large letters over his front door. Go , is love. Love belongs to God, it belong to Heaven it belongs to things immol : tai and invisible and that fade not away and it is degraded when it is centere upon things of the earth and made, lik
 the serpent, to crawl upon it's belly 0
 the ground. Love must never serve tn
 things of the world; the things of tn ] world must serve love. Love may b purified and glorified if it use rightly tn : things of the world, and it may us them, for they