The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1895-02-27

soul, shall go reeling back into pit
ten thousand times deeper than thatin
which Benaiah slew the lion on snowy
day
A word to all who are il a snowy
day. o, 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 fit 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 ye mo- think so, too,
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 dun
geon window at Bedford, John Bunyan
sketches the Delicate Mountains"
Milton writes the greatest poem of all
time without eyes. Michael Angelo
carved statue out of snow, and all
Florence gazed in raptures at its eX-
quisiteness, and many of Gods servants
have out of the cold cut their immor-
tality. 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-
tion day will find me and that is
enough" Benaiah, on a 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
Aad iiourisned, 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 lnosG hopeful We're very anX-
ious. The cyclones, whose play is
shipwrecks, had been reported being
in widest romp all up and down the
Atlantic. The ocean few days before
had swallowed the Eibe, 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
-ci~ei~- ~+O"rrc" ThcrH y-cre 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 Presid mt, on which the bril-
, 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 seer
t ! 'i'npinQ this wav over the waters
: Then we all began to hope that il
S night be the missing French liner
! Three hours of tedious and agonizing
S waiting. and two continents in sus
e pense! When will the eyeglasses a
1 Fire Island make revelation of thi
h awful mystery of the sea? There it is
e Ha! Ha! The Gascogne! Quick! Wire
: the news to the city. Swing the flag
|, out on the towers. Ring the bells
k Sound the whistles of the shipping al
the way up from Sandy Hook to New
| York battery. "She's safe! She's safe!
r are the words caught up and passed o.
t from street to street. ut is the Gas
l. cogne!" is the cry sounding through al
t our delighted homes, and thrilling al
e the telegraph wires of the continen
e and all the cables under the sea, an
r. the hu2za on the wharf as the gang
|. planlls were swung out for the Olsen
n barkation, was q small part of tn
! huzza that lifted both hemisphere
It into exultation. The flakes of sno'
n fell on the extra as we opened it on til
= street to get the latest particulars.
It Well, it will be better than tina
4" when some of you are seen enterin
d the harbor of Heaven. You have had
IS rough voyage-no mistake about tina
l. Snowy days after snowy days. Agai
d and again the machinery of healt
IS and courage broke down, and tn
If waves of temptation have swept clea
h over the hurricane deck, so that yo
Ie were often compelled to say: "All Th
:, waves and Thy pillows have gone owe
A me."4and YOU; were down in the troug
It of that sea, and down in the trough {
y the other sea, and many despaired I
t, your safe arrival.
n But the great pilot, not one WI
m must come Off from some other Graf
+ but the one who walked storm-swei
e. Galilce, and now walks the whit
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