The Newtown bee., 1895-06-21

~oJ NhSo hdIaoA we're bD De reCall- ed. "Ap that mighty lana'' and "all the great terror" :, which Moses had showed in the sight 0f an Israel were no to be passed by. The rock at Meri- 'Jah is again to be struck with Moses rod, and the living water is to gush forth. The bitter waters of Marah are again to be sweetened for the draught. Mount Sinai is again to glow with lightning flashes and reverberate with thunder peals. Mama, flood of the angels" is again to fall from Heaven, and the brazen pole to be set up that " ill heal the serpent's bite.
 And why should Israel forget it's his- tory? That history was grands it was unique; it was filled with divine attes- tations of goodness and love. God had not dealt so with any other nation; and as for His judgments. they had not been known. And Israel did not forget it's history; it strayed away many a time from God and sunk itself in the depths Cf low iaolatry, but the remem brance of what God had done for the nation and of what God had been to the nation again and again brought it back to the fold of loyal devotion. Israel: history had been so marvellous and SC strange that 1t could not be forgotten and so all down the long roll of the cen turies we find the celebration of thu great national feast of the Passover which called the Israelites back to theil capital city from every land, a million souls or more, and made Jerusalem re joice and all the people be glad, as they recalled the great deliverance iron Egyptian bondage, when the angel o1 death passed over the doors of Gods chosen, but in the homes of their oppres sors the first born were slain. Int Passover Feast was
 IsRAEL's GREAT MEMORIAL DAY. God commanded Israel to remember all the way He led them in the wilder ness through those 40 years; but tha remembrance consisted in recalling { few great things. Israel's history wal made up of few great landmark along the path. The story of it's wan derings from Egypt to Canaan could b. told in few great names-the Red Sea the Wilderness of Zin, Mount Sinai Kadesh-barnea, Mont Seir, Mount Hor the strong cities of Bashan, the King dom of Og, Mount Pisgah, the Promise, Land.
 The lives of individuals and nation are like long mountain chains, broker only here and there by a few bold, up lifted peaks. What is your life? Tel it's story simply. Why, the story of an, life is just those few lines which W, sometimes imprint upon the headston, at the grave,-birth, baptism, bridal burial-there you have it all. What il the story of this nations life? Tell i to me in a few words. The landing O the Genoese voyager on the little isle O. Guanahani; the settlement in log hut on the river James; the mooring of tn, Pilgrim bark at Plymouth; the tiasl from: the fiint-lock from behind tn, stonewalls on the way to Lexington the signing of the great American Magma Charta; the ball from the can non's throat speeding toward Fort Sui. ter. the shot that reused the slumberins North-there you have it all. AnG what is the history of the world? It ii all summed up in the story of few great cities, Babylon, Nineveh, Tyre Carthage, Rome, Athens, London an6 New York. These are the focal points and converging centres, where in con densed miniature you read what eact nation suffers and achieves. Four cities shape our thoughts and control our des. tinies; in New York, Philadelphia Chicago and Brooklyn is gathered one tenth of the entire population of this broad land. It is well that it is so-s few great events to stimulate and arouse our slumbering patriotic fires, few lofty historic heights to lift us up to nobler devotion to our institutions and more worthy love for our flag. The mind cannot keep always on the stretch even bubbling enthusiasm becomes sadly weakened when spread out over too wide space.
 OUR MEMORIAL DAY CONTEMPORARIES
 NOBLE LIVES
 nobly sacrificed for noble cause; I had almost fallen into religious turn and called it the All Saints Day of the nation. What, was every soldier who shouldered his musket and went down to the field of battle and there poured out his blood-was every such man saint? Yes, in certain real sense he was. It is said that the altar sancti- lies the.gift, the cause for which man dies gives character to the man; and the altar of devotion to their coGntry on which these soldiers laid their lives was so sacred, and the cause which with sub lime courage they championed was so godlike and divine, that every soldier, as the rolling years go by and the events of '61 become like ghostly shadows in the advancing night of:the Past, becomes saint. in our eyes.
 And what, after all, is saint? In our religion we deal too much in distractions, we let too much of ssother-worldliness' overshadow the events of to-day. We are all going to be saints by-and-by {; but what about the lives we are living now? What is saint, robbing the term of all it's superstisious fanciea ard re- ducinu 1t to the conception of this work a-day world and everyday life? A saint