The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1897-11-27

where selections for husband and
wife are made by parents and mutual
friends, as merely business transac-
ton. But we do not find it SO.
While seated in the shade of
shrub on the bank of the Jordan,
with our protector, Bedouin Arab,
fine looking man. with large, ex-
pressive eyes, looking me in the face,
he frankly said: II know that you
are an American, lady. like to look
into your face. / love you" Then
looking down for a few moments,
as If summoning courage to speak
farther, | saw his countenance change.
He looked at me again; extreme sor
row was pictured in his face, as he
added; "There is a reason for this
love for you. Perhaps | will tell
you" After pause, in which there
seemed to be an effort at self-con-
troll, he continued: "When I was
eighteen years of age, woman came
here with her daughter, who was eigh-
teen. She stayed here many months.
The daughter and l studied the
Arabic language together; we we're
together great deal, we came to
love each other. So great was her
love. her mother was willing she
should marry me. She sent me to
an English school, paid all my ex-
penses-she was very wealthy-and
then she offered my father f5, ,OCO if
he would let me marry her daughter,
go to New York City, and never more
come back. MY father would not
let me go. / was obliged to give her
up, but l loved her with my whole
heart, and / have loved Americans
ever since, for the love l had for
her."
There was the same love that made
seven years seem as day to Jacob.
Not only had seven years passed, but
twice that number, with the Moham-
medan son who must be obedient to
his father, and marry woman of his
tribe.
Love in the human heart cannot
die no matter what institutions or
customs may do or be. The man who
is at the bottom of degradation and
misery, with no human heart to love,
cliDgs tenderly, lovingly to his dog
while life lasts. Yes, we all have
love in our hearts; the trouble is we
do not have enough for every body,
not enough to control the acts of our
lives, but it is our privilege to draw
from the fountain source, and every
kind word or deed opens the way.
Contemplate the love of Christ,
that which made his life so much to
the world, 80 much to you and me,
was octive love, or love in action. If
we would study that perfect charac-
ter more, we would love it more, and
our own characters would become
more like His. The Christ life would
bring us very near to God. If a
piece of iron is put close to an cleo
trified body, the iron becomes
charged and both become magnets
while together. If we will keep close
to the Father spirit, we shall feel the
magnetic touch of His love, and our
hearts will thrill with new life.
The Great God and Father of all,
the eternal spirit of love, can never
fail He is the same yesterday, to-
day and forever, and that spark of
the Infinite in our own breasts shall
never cease to burn until we are
purged from all dross. God has
loved US into being, and will love us
until the great purpose of our crea,
ton is accomplished, until every
thing shall be subdued unto him
"and he shall be all, and in ALL"
Mrs. Browning has beautifully said
classed appraising once
Earth's lamentable sounds, the well-a-day,
The jarring yea and nay,
The fall of kisses on unanswering clay,
The sobbed farewell, the welcome mourn.
full,
But all did leaven the air
With less bitter despair
Than these words-''I loved oncen
And who sayeth, 81 loved once"2
Not angels, whose clear eyes love foresee
Love through eternity,
And by To Love do apprehend To Be;
Not God called Love, His noble crown
name casting
A light too broad for blasting,
The Great God, changing not from ever
lasting,
Saith never, 81 loved once"
o never is loved once
Thy word, thou victim Christ, misprized
friend,
Thy cross and curse may rend;
But, having loved, Thou lowest to the end.
1t is mans saying, mans too weak to
move
One sphered star above;
Man desecrates the eternal God word,