Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1895-03-14

soul, shall go Keeling back into pill
ten thousand times deeper than thatir
which Benaiah slew the lion on snowy
day.
A word to all who are IL snowy
4 day. 0, fathers and mothers who have
lost children, that is the weather that
cuts through body and soul. But drive
back the lion Of bereavement with the
thought which David Rae, of Edin-
burgh, got from the Scotch grave dig
GER who was always planting white
clover and the sweetest flowers on the
children's graves in the cemetery and
when asked why he did so, replied:
Surely, sir, Gamma make over fine
the bed coverin' O. little innocent
sleeper, that's waitin' there till Gods
time to waken it, and cover it with the
white robe, and watt it away to glory.
When sic grandeur is waitin' it yonder,
it's tit it should be decked out here.
think the Saviour that counts its dust
sac precious will like to see the
white clover sheet spread over
| 1T. Do We mo- think so, too,
STRIP Cheer up, all disconsolate.
The best work of God and humanity
has been done on the snowy day. At
gloomy Marine Terrace" island of
Jersey, the exile Victor Hugo wrought
the mightiest achievement of his pen.
Ezekiel, banished and bereft and an
invalid at Cornhill, on the banks of
the Chebar, had his momentous vision
Of the Cherubim, and wheels within
wheels. BY the dim light Of a dun
geon window at Bedford, John Bunyan
sketches the DE licate Mountains.
Milton writes the greatest poem of all
time without eyes. Michael Angelo
carved statue out of snow, AMI all
Florence gazed in raptnres at its ex-
quisiteness, and many of Gods servants
have out of the cold cut their immor-
tally. Precautions were the dark back
ground that made more impressive the
courage and conservation of Savona-
rola, who, when threatened with de-
NAL of burial, said: Throw me into
the Arno if you choose, the resurrec-
ton day will find me and that is
enough" Benaiah, on cold, damp,
cutting, snowy day gained leonine
triumph. Hardship and trouble have
again and again exalted, and inspired,
and glorified their subjects.
The bush itself has mounted higher
And tiourished, unconsumed, in fire
Well, we have had many snowy days
within the past month, and added to
the chill of weather was the chilling
dismay at the non-arrival of the ocean
steamer Gascogne Overdue for eight
days many had given her up as lost,
and the most hopeful were very anx-
ious. The cyclones, whose play is i
shipwrecks, had been reported being
in widest romp all up and down the
Atlantic The ocean few days before
had swallowed the Elbe, and with un-
appeased appetite seemed saying:
give us more of the best shipping
The Normandie came in on the same
track the Gascogne was to travel, and
it had not seen her The Teutonic,
saved almost by the superhuman efforts
of captain and crew, came in and had
heard no gun of distress from that
missing steamer. There were pale
faces and wringing hands on both con-
tinents, and tears rolled down cold
cheeks on those snowy days. 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 bril-
liant Goodman 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
limping this way over the waters.
Then we all began to hope that it
might be the missing French liner.
Three hours of tedious and agonizing
waiting, and two continents in sus-
pense! When will the eyeglasses at
Fire Island make revelation of this
awful mystery of the sea? There it is!
Ha! Ha! The Gascogne! Quick! Wire
the news to the city. Swing the flags
out on the towers. Ring the bells
Sound the whistles of the shipping all
the way up from Sandy Hook to Newl
York battery. ''She's safe! She's safe!"
are the words caught up and passed on
from street to street. 1T is the Gas
cogne!' is the cry sounding through all
our delighted homes, and thrilling all
the telegraph wires of the continent
and all the cables under the sea, and
The huzza on the wharf as the gang
blanks were swung out for the disem-
Darkation, was small part of the
nuzza that lifted both hemispheres
INTO exultation. The flakes Of snow
ell on the extra as we opened it on the
street to get the latest particulars
Well, it will be better than that
when some of you are seen entering
,he harbor of Heaven. You have had
.ough voyage-no mistake about that.
snowy days after snowy days. Again
md again the machinery of health
md courage broke down, and the
waves Of temptation have swept clear
,ver the hurricane deck, so that you
we're often compelled to say: "All Thy
waves and Thy pillows have gone over
ne, and you were down in the trough
# that sea, and down in the trough of
he other sea, and many despaired of
our safe arrival.