Connecticut western news., 1897-12-30

- That son viii pass out into the world. The song with which you sang him to sleep last night will go with him while he lives, conscious or unconscious re- l straint and inspiration here, and may help open to him the gate of glorious and triumphant hereafter The lullabies of this century will sing through all the centuries The hunblest good &C., in time will last through eternity sometimes get discouraged, as suppose you do, at the vastness of the work and at how little we are do- ing And yet do you suppose the rhizo- pod said, "There Is no need of my working; cannot build the cordille- ras?" Do you suppose tho madrepore said, There is no need of my working; I cannot build the Sandwich Islands?" Each one attended to his own business, and there are the Sandwich islands. and there are the cordilleras An, my friends, the redemption of this world is a great enterprise. did not sec 1t start. will not in this world see it's close. l am only an insect as compared with the great work to be done, but yet must do my part. Help build this eternal cor alum l will My parents toiled on this reef long before l was born pray God that my children may toll on this reef long after l am dead. Insects all of us, but honored by God to help heave up the reef of light across which shall break the oceans immortal gladness. Better be insignificant and useful than great and idle The mastodons and meg atheriums of the earth, what did they do but stalk tlfeir great carcasses across the land and leave their skeletons through the strata, while the corallines went on heaving up the islands all GOV cred with fruitage and verdnre Better be corallile than mastodon. So now 1 am trying to make one little coralline- The polyp picks out of the wave that smites it carbonate of lime, and with that builds up its own insectile mason ry. So ont of the wave of your tears l take the salt, ont of the bruise l take the blue, and out of your bleeding heart take the red, and out of them alto gether make this coral, which l pray may not be disowned in the day when God makes up his jewels.
 Little things decide great things. All that tremendous career of the last Ma poleon hanging on the hand of brake man who on one of our American rail. way. caught him as he was falling be- tween the cars of flying train. The battle of Dunbar was decided against the Scotch because their matches had given out. Aggregations of little things that pull down or build up. When an army or a regiment como to bridge, they are always commanded to break ranks, for their simultaneous tread will destroy the strongest bridge. \ bridge at Anglers, France, and bridge at Broughton, England, went down be- cause the regiment kept step while crossing. Aggregations of temptation, aggregations of sorrow, aggregations of assaults, aggregations of Christian eff. fort, aggregations of self sacrifices these make the irresistible power to de- molish or to uplift, to destroy or to save
 little causes and great results. Chris tianity was introduced into Japan by the falling overheard of pocket Bible from ship in the harbor of Tokyo.
 Written on the fly leaf of one of my books by ono whom God took to himself out of our household were the following words. l do not know who composed them. Perhaps she composed them her, self:
 Not sparrow falleth but Its God doth know. Just as when his mandate lays monarch low; Not leafet waveth but its God doth see. Think not. then, o trembler. God forgetteth
 theel
 For more precious surely than the birds that
 fly
 Is Fathers image to Fathers eye. Fen thine hairs are numbered. Trust him full
 and free.
 Cast thy care upon him, and hen care for
 thee.
 For the God that planted in thy breast a soul On his sacred tables doth thy name enroll. Cheer thine heart, thou trembler, never faith.
 less be.
 He that marks the sparrow will remember
 thee.
 Oh. be encouraged! Do not any man say, My work is so small." Do not any woman say; My work is so insig- nificant. I cannot do anything for the upbuilding of Gods kingdom. You can. Remember the corallines. A Chris. tian mother sat sewing garment, and her little girl wanted to help her, and so she sewed on another piece of the same garment and brought it to her mother, and the work was corrected. It was imperfect and had to be all taken out again. But did the mother chide the child? Oh, mol She said, .''She wanted to help me, and she did as well as she could" And so the mother blessed the child, and while she blessed the child she thought of herself and said: Perhaps it may be so with my poor work at the last. God will look at 1t. It may be very imperfect, and l know it is very crooked. He may have to take it all ont, but he knows that ! want to serve him, and be kpows it Is the best that can do." So be comforted in your Christian work. Five thousand