The Newtown bee., 1896-05-15

God hid away in the dark, grim Tesour- cea of earth and stone.
 So Christianity goes down through 1 layer upon layer of the original man. It keeps boring away the crust of this, l and the ashes of that and the sullen and l stubborn rock of the other thing. But ! the real quality is down there, and the | divine element begins to emerge. The | wpter flows and it's rivers go into all the l lands. They even run through the | oceans like a Gulf Stream, but with this difference that that current does not land, l but this new river of philanthropy touches the shores, and along it's banks in the state of New Jersey village rises, a model in comfort, 8 pattern in pecun- iary experiment, and refuge and home for some whom a Christian nation has cast aWay from it's shores.
 It is worth something in our time to get away from the idea of a market That word is becoming the typical word not only of American but of Continental life. The salesman is the great man. Our hero we shall find behind the cOun- Tor.
 GENUS WRITES NO MORE POEMS
 and paints no great canvases. It builds railroads, puts vessels of l5 1000 horse power on the seas with double or triple or QuadrupIe cOndensing engines, mines silver in such unmanageable mass es 1 that presidents sink or swim as the sea of silver floods or slacks it's political tides, stands at the door of the Bank of England or B0ursc of Paris and jingles the gold to the tune of war or peace. l The-miuer iH Colorado is disturbing the sleep Ul the banker in Vienna and Cairo. 1 England has virtually decided the fate of the Armenian by tbe effect her guns would haVc on the price of cUal, the value of stocks and the premium of gold. If the word market were out of 1 the vocabulary the Turk would have his ] rpjtAph written to- morrow. Commerce ! j4 much, but when it comes to be all, i rho scale in which man is lies so high he l disappears. When he turns into bullion we have lost the power which make the market power, There is another word which we dv well to paint with gold and write 90 high that it Rh all l ueVer be- logged by the dust of the mar ket. That word is "shrine." It stands l for the holy places and the sacred | things. it is the synonym, too, of those gentle and of those sterner virtues, " hich, had they regned in Persian courts, there would have been no hand writing If fire on the tumbiing wall. IL rrpresn nCs as well the world of bought aud sweet emotion, and the grauns that charm and adOrn, and the fine feelings which flow forth and spar l.lc from the souls inner fountains when the light of heaven pOurs down upon them its Cransfiguriug anI many c0IorCd ray. It's word is devotion to l Lh0se things which make life rather than the mere buying and selling which in all ages is so absorbing that it even CrCcps into the temple and makes it a den of thieves.
 hear that this atllucnt baron got the . Nast treasures of his wealth by barter.
 In" envlous said that luck followed uirn even where disaster built the tomb of many a trader. He seems to have been q helpless CrOcsus, Brass turned to gold as he passed that way. Doomed railroads became th0FOughfaTGs of trav- Hl, and dividends O02ed; out of them like rirh gums from trees in the tropics. Princes En"ck"d at the Il CT of this man
 whoap rHgs once might have gone to
 make the paper on which royalty scrib
 biod, It WAS a famous career, new chapter in the Arabian Nights. And it WAS all market But one day the vision came, 4 spirit ike that in Job appear pd to him as he slept i7 his treasure house. His brethren according to the flesh appeared, a despiscd, fOrlOrn, ig
 uOrauC. naked, homeless lot. It was the hour of the shrine, the sacred hour of the soul. porch of the higher life above,
 vesCibule and entry of the higher life be- low. A new world emerged from the shadows of his dream. He saw amid tue dust of the market an appealing form. He might have heard for aught l know some gray voice of prophecy and poetry, reireratjng as in the tone and feeling of the trumpet word
 FROM THE HEBREW SCRIPTURES:
 "Wbeu the ear heard me, then it blessed me, and when the eye saw me it gu ve
 witness to me. Because 1 delivered the poor that cried and the fath erless and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came apOn me and l caused the widows heart to sing for joy. I was eyes to the
 blind aDd feet WAS 1 to the lame and 1 was a father to the poor" (Job 29:ll.) When such sentiments as these get en- thrOued u the fife and become it's spur and it's standard the shrine has been set up in the market-place.
 The wheels must still go on that the golden grist may fall which shall be fine wheat to the pensioner, but the higher conception 1egus. It is only then that the gold becomes fine gold. It will not be carrying the theme too far l if we see in the philanthrophy of MT Hjrsch the tulhllment of the Abrahamic idea. In the grave pIOphecies of Isaiah ! heart of the Father of the Faithful. He is 8 wonderful dreamer, ths man whom we know as the Evangelical prophet. He is an Optimist C. Ttainly and he lives in rhe land of tomorrow. Does he also live in the land of his fathers, and is the exile over at last and forever? Do the ! valleys glstCn once more with the yellow corn which made the harvest 8 jubilee? And has the vine sunken it's meandering roots into lower strata, out of whose vir- gin heart new life is to leap into the Swinging leaf and the cluster purple, heavy and bursting with it's juice. Can the wOrnout land get back it's rich bounty of luXuriance and yield in pro- duce as even today the far famed vale of EdraelOn blooms with it's millions of brilliant lilies The tr0pic sun still climbs to the zenith over Syria and down through it's deserted lands cold Lebanon sends it's icy floods to appear in the swellings of Jordan. There is water still and the balny air.
 The curse which has fallen on Abra- hams fair domain is the curse of the foot which tramples but does not tread, which galIops in plunder but does not walk in plOdding toll. It is the curse of him whose hand is aimed with the pistol and the sabre, not with the sacred im- plements of labor in furrOw and in field. It is the curse of incidence made more sullen by the hand of exG0rtion, which tithes and ttnes and tithes until no shock of grain is left for the cattle, no crust of white and freshening bread for man or boy. It is the curse of 8 land which has lost it's heart. Let us put back | thp y1riDoayyq1 hro ba m vuitk