The Progress., 1896-06-20

Of all the world If not two thirds the
waters. are poisoned by the falling oi
The star Wormwood. II H. not romp'i-
mcntary 10 human nature that most
men M soon NJ they get great power
become ovcrbcarIng The more power
men have the better. If their power
used for good The less power men
have the better if they III" 1t for evil
Birds circle round and round and
round before they swoop upon thai
which they are aiming for. And 1t my
discourse so far has been swinging
round and round. this moment 1t drops
airAight on your heart ana asks the
question. In your life bcncdic'lon 10
others or nm cmbittcrmcnt n blessing
or n curse. a baHnm or NORWOOD?
Some OF you. know, are morning
STARS. and you arc making INC dawn
ing life Of your children bright with
gracious influences. and You are beam
ing ur0n all the opening enterprise"
of philanthropiC and Christian en-
dcayor md You are hcraldR OF that
day Of Gospclizaiion which Will yet
0ood nh the mountains aud valleys OF
our ain cursed earth Hail. morning
start Keep on shining with encourage
nlcnt and Christian hope!
Some Of you are evening stars anu
YOU nre cheering the last days OF o'h
people: and though cloud sometimes
cOmca over YOU through tho Hu'rulouS-
ness or ,nrcnsonablcneHs OF your o'h
fathcr and mother. II Is only Tor a mo-
mcnt and the star soon CoInca out clear
again and IL seen from all the pal
conica of the ncighbOrhood. inc olh
pcoplo will forgive your occhHlohai
shortcomings. for they themselves Soy
cral times Loot their patience when you
were young. and slapped you when ynn
| did not deserve II. Hail. evening star!
Hang on the darkcning sky your dia-
mond coronet.
But arc any OF You The star Worm
wood? DO you scold and growl from
| tho thrones paiernal or Waterman are
your children cvcrlaatingly pcckcd IT.
Are you always crying, Hush TO the
merry voices and swift feet, and their
! laughter. which occasionally trtcklcH
| through ut wrong times. ana Is sup
pressed by them until they can held IT.
no longer. and all the barriers burst
into unlimited guIlaw and cncllinna-
/ Hon M in high weather the water has
triCklcd through slight opening IN
| tho mill-d dam, but nfterWard makes
wider and wider breach until II carries
all before It with irresistible frcshet?
DO not be too much offended Mt the
noise your children now make. IL VIII
be still enough when one of them IL
dead Then you would give your right
hand to hear one shout from their
silent voices. or one step from tho still
foot. You will not any OF you have
to wait very long before your house
Ia stiIler than yoa want II. Alas, that
there are 30 many homes not known to
the Society for the Prevention OF
Cruelty to Children. where children are
put on the limits. and whackcd and
cuffed and ear-pulled. and senseess|y
called to order and answered sharp
and suppressed. until 1t IL wonder
that under such processes they do not
all turn out Modocs and Mana Sahibs!
But ] will change this and suppose
you are n star Of Worldly Prosperity.
Then you have large opportunity. You
can encourage that artist by buying
his picture. You can improve the fields.
the stables. the highway. by introduce
ing higher style of fowl. and horse. and
COW, and sheep. You can bless the
world with genealogical achievements
in the orchards. You can advance ar
horticulture and arrest this beautiful
iconoclasm of the American forests.
You can put piece of sculpture
into the niche OF that public academy.
You can endow II college. You can
stocking u thousand bare feet from tho
winter frost. You can build a church.
You can put a missionary OF Christ
on that foreign shore. You can help
ransom world. A rich man with his
heart right-can you tell me how much
good a James Lenox or a George Pea
body or Peter Cooper or William
Il. Dodge did while living. or Is doing
now that he Is dead? There is not
city, town, or neighborhood that has
not glorious specimens OF consecrated
wealth.
What IL true Of individuals Is true
OF nations. God sets them up to re-
voIve as stars. but they may fall rs
worm wood.
Tyre the atmosphere OF the desert,
fragrant with spices, coming in cara
vans to her fairs. all seas cleft into
foam by the keels of her laden mer-
chantmen. her markets rich with
horses and camels from Togarmah, her
bazaars filed with upholstery from De-
dan. with emerald and coral and agate
from Syria, with wines from Ilclbon,
with embroidered work from Ashnr
and Chilmad Where now the CLEAN
of her towers. where tbs roar OF her
chariots. where the mastg' OF her ships?
Let the fishermen who dry their nets