The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-08-20


the hearts broken by its cruelty, tn
eyes made fearful by its lack of sympa
thy, the pure young lives tarnished b,
its example and the golden opportuni
ties passed by in its greed, is the aWfu
fate that awaits an undying soul at TN
end of the road of unselhshness. 1oN
may cut off from a man all his bushes
relationships, you may strip MIN OF al
ties that bind him to the shop, you ma!
take from his life the ledgers ana ac
counts, the trucks and cargoes, the nun
of the office, and the name on the street
and still the best part OF him VIII re
main-the mind by which to grasp un
dying truth, the heart by which to hell
this suffering caravan of humanity, ant
the soul by which to turn to the Father
above with the JOY of alteration and the
delight Of gratitude. But If you take
from him these, and leave him all the
others, he is pitiable being indeed.
sometimes wonder how it would seem tc
an angel, if he were suddenly dropped
down amid the drudgery of this planet
amid the weary toll Of tired muscles
the incessant plotting of cunning
minds, the roar and rumble of mann
moth machinery, the rushing trains and
! throbbing wires, and all the toll and IN
dustry that darkens the sky with the
| smoke Of it's chinneys and deafens the
ear with the din of its Wheels-lf he
could be told how large proportion OF
| all this stir has for Its object to get a
/ living, rather than to live, to keep up a
partnership between a physical nature
and an immortal soul, and to secure a
few shallow pleasures with which to fill
the spare hours Of a being made in the
image of God. Would not the angel
look upon our humanity, with all its
physical achievements and Wondrous
wealth, as you would look upon a rest
less royal Bengal tiger, kept from the
broad, free fields Of his native lands,
and shut up in a gilded cage?
o that we might learn that there is
no peace for an undyng soul unless
life can be brought into harmony with
some great and benefcent purpose, that
shall bind the passing experiences, that
ofteen seem so contradictory and mex
plicable, into one deep harmony, where
joy and sorrow, health and disease, sue
cess and failure, prosperity and adVer-
sity, are no longer the center of life,
but mere incidents that touch its sur
face A lighthouse stands beside the
sea. Often the low-hanging clouds rush
across the heavens like the stern bat
talions of charging army The storm
RACES; the lurid lightning drives into
the sea- the sea growls, and crouches,
and leaps in upon the land. But there
the lighthouse stands, securely founded
upon rock, sending its pure, bright
rays serenely and calmly out into the
darkness and the storm. Such IS the
life of perfect love; the darker the tenn
pest without, the brighter the light
within. / can read you the record or
one such life. Lived amid low passions
and in dark days, surrounded by pious
praying hypocrites who We're plotting
against him, with ignorant artisans for
disciples whose heads We're filed with
dreams of position and power, COMPEL
ed to turn from the pleading cry of
penitent outcast to the quibbling ques-
tion Of a deceitful rabbi, looking up
while speaking his gracious words or
eternal life to see the evil eye OF some
emissary of the rulers peering at him
amid the throng, conscious all the While
that some one was logging his footsteps
to catch him in din unguarded utterance
he yet amid it ALL maintained spirit
of pure lofty, mistaken love, adapting
himself to the humblest wants with the
dignity of a king, pouring all his power
into simple deeds of service as II they
were the very end of life, scattering sa-
cred truths by the way with as much
easerness as a conquerer puts into the
building of an empire, and serving the
mendicant, blessing the children, en-
couraging the fallen, and comforting
the broken hearted with as much Zest
and devotion as the great mass of man
kind give to the schemes of commerce
and the toll of trade. Here was perfect
love- Was there ever life lived whose
inner purposes were less disturbed by
the hostile attacks of rough ENVIRON
ment? You have been riding on the
train sometime at midday when the
brakeman passed through and lighted
the lamps. 1t seemed useless per-
Torrance, for the broad daylight With
out streamed in through the windows,
and the car was very bright and COM
Portable. But soon the wisdom OF the
act became apparent, for you rushed
into a dark and dingy tunnel that with
drew your attention from the passing
panorama of hills and villages to the car
in which you sat and the brightness of the
lamps saved you from total darkness.
How often in life do we come to
winding passage, to dark and dismal
experience that cuts off all the light
without and throws us back upon the
lamps of love kept burning in the soul!
o friend you may steel your heart all
you will to the demands of weakness
and the pleading of sorrow; you may
tell yourself that you have too much
to do to live the Christ-lilSe life of ser
vice and sympathy; you may seek rest
from turmoil and care in stoical har-
dening of the will or brutal bunting of
the sensibilities; but the fears Of your
soul will not be quenched but only COW
cred, your immortal nature will not be
dead but only dumb. There is ghost
that always haunts the most bounteouS
banquet of selfishness, and yachts and
carriages and summer homes viii not
drive it away, but only conceal it be-
hind a curtain of Inconsistencies Com
ing down through Crawford Notch the
other day, as l looked out of the car
window down across the broad sweep
of the valley, and then up and up to
the great heights of the mountains be-
yond, where the clouds seemed all coil
ed I'D and nesting among the trees [