The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-07-06

short list, but IL IL valuable one.
That little check of Jay Gould's, that
carried on its surface ten millions Of
dollars, was q short check, but Il had
Dig fortune. This Ia short list but
1t lifts US into citizenship with Al
mighty God and makes US heirs Of the
eternal ages and subjects of the moral
| government. This is the draw-bridge
and If we hold 1t up I think 1t will
be difficult for the enemy to get over
| it.
TOWER OF DEFENSE.
| Over on this corner / put a tower
| for the defense of the walls around
these two TANKS of the city. You may
call it, if you please. Some Revela-
| tion." I don't say this book, but some
revelation. Here I am, on plane of
time, in an experiment Of life, feeling
my way to better things I come from
| somewhere. / am going somewhere,
want to know where I am going and
what manner Of land it is and in what
strange orbit my being will be finally
in motion aid along what strange or
| bit my being will be finally in motion
/
feet Of mine will wander forever and
ever. want to know something about
it. 1 do f1nd that He has put into the
little brain Of the bee such a compass
that he will make his way straight
back to his home for miles. But If you
will move that hive twenty inches he
| will miss the entrance and starve to
death; he will come back for miles to
| the old spot, but he cannot find the
new. He has a strange compass. Who
gave it to him? Won't He guide me
| Am I not worth as much as the bee
| You have seen it-so have I-going
| above us III the autumn and in the
spring time, hunting for everlasting
| spring and Astounding harvest, the
| fiocks. drag-shaped, above the cities
and towns and forests and rivers and
lakes, sweeping on and on, croaking
and singing as they go. I have Won
dered who was talking to them and
who was guiding them. Am I not
worth as much as a wild goose? Won't
He guide me? Haven't I a right to ex-
pect 1t? He puts into the little head
OF the squirrel such a sort Of construc-
! ton that he knows when winter is
coming, and in the abundance of the
| autumn he will gathers In a store for
| the coming winter. But you take that
| squirrel to the sunny South where the
winter does not come and he never puts
up any store. Who tells him about it?
| Queer, how does he know? Am I not
worth as much as a squirrel? Have 1
not right to expect that He will do
somewhat for me and help me out in
| ho Of a Of W
being? Now, I think this tower will
| guard this corner and 1t will be diff
cult to take it from the outside or from
| the in.
Over on this side I will put another
| tower You may call it, if you please,
this Book. I will not put it down as
the book Of God, simply as a book.
Come and feel of it If you doubt; put
your clumsy hand upon 1t and know
| that it is book. But whence came it,
and what is it for, and what nature
! of book is it? I will take just some
Of the things it touches. Not it's great
est spiritual revelations, not its proph-
estes and miracles and it's great in
terna1 and everlasting argument, but
simply a book Do you want poetry?
I will agree that out Of this single
book I will discount all the books out
of all the languages in all the races
| throughout all centuries known
among men forever, hundred to one,
on any of the great lines 1t touches.
So if you want poetry you need not go
away yonder to the blind old bard who
sang of paradise lost and regained;
but If you come into this book, into
these identical Psalms, and listen to
the singer Of Israel, in the beauty Of
the conception in the purity of the
thought, In the breadth Of the view,
in the system that takes hold upon the
great idea Of God beyond all measure,
tested by every measurement Of great
ness in the composition, this poetry of
the old singer will discount beyond all
measure any other poetry known
among men. Do you want history?
I turn back into these pages here.
I can give you an edition which you
can put in your vest pocket and yet
unfold from that little pocket edition
the history of forty centuries, mingled
whit biography and social develop
ment and with touches Of social life
| and home interests and a great va
riety that makes valuable history, all
there Do you want logic? Go with
me into these epistles of that brown
| haired, hooken-nosed Jew of Tarsus,
and with his logic I will tie Aristotle,
hand and foot Do you want imagery
"
where else, outside of these figures of
Isaiah. Marvellous book Do you want
oratory? You need not go to Demos
themes with his pebbles in his mouth
by the side of the sea, nor yet to 'sold
Black Dan" of Massachusetts, that
still greater orator, but If you will turn
back to these pages of Genesis and read
the simple story of one Of Jacobs sons
pleading before this unrecognized
brother for his father you will find
touches of eloquenece and power of
oratory that are not parallel with
any mans. Marvellous book! But
whence came it? How came I by it,
where did I pick it up? Why, down
| wonder at the foot Of the Meditteran-
can, in the care of a bigoted ond most
oxlike of all the history making peo-
pies, who had never touched the great
| lines of power or of culture: knew
nothing about the cultivation and gen.
ius Of grace and nothing about the
power and commerce Of the people Of
Rome except to feel their heels; down
thre I found this book. And this
tower will hold this corner
AGAINST ALL COMERS.
Over yonder on the corner I will put
another tower. You may remember It,
il you please, as the Unity of the Book
1t is little difficult to tell you exactly
what / mean by unity. You can't
gest it in your stomachs. 1t is a lit
tie more subtle and yet all the more
powerful To make unity in a compo-
sition you need certain steady and
! fixed and advantageous conditions in
the producer. But if 1 mean beginning
at the beginning of something, going
on through the argument, spreading