The age-herald., 1900-04-29
THE MURMUR
 OF THE WORLD

| Have you know.
 | What we've met of stormy pain, | And of sorrows driving rain,
 l We can better meet again, If it blow.
 | We have erred in that dark hour | We have known;
 | When the tears fell with the shower, All alone.
 Were not shine and shower blent l As the gracious Master meant 1 Let us temper our content
 1 With his own.
 ] For we know not every morrow | Can be sad;
 l So, forgetting all the sorrow We have had,
 | Let fold away our fears.
 1 And put by our foolish tears | And through all the coming years Just be glad.
 And Miriam the prophecies the sister 1 of Aaron, took timbrel in her hand, and all the women went out after her with
 timbrels and with dances" And David and all the house of Israel
 played before the Lord on all manner of instruments made of fir wood even on harps. and on psalteries, and on timbrels.
 and on comets, and on cymbals." And David danced before the Lord with all his might; and David was girded
 with linen ephod.'
 | When Miriam sounded her timbrel over Egypts sea there was supreme cause for rejoicing and dancing, and the melodious l message of the black-eyed prophecies was there by the wide flood, Be glad! For her and her followers the water was parted,
 and they passed over upon an easy path way according to the blessed promise re-
 peated in the long aftertime There shall be no more sea! The years of bondage and toll and suffering, of wrongful dealing and oppression, were passed. Fear and | doubt and unrest had given way to glad
 music and glad dancing; to that good re-
 joicing which is ever good praying. And so the prophecies cried gladness to all the
 host of her people whilst she and the wo- men danced by the sea of Suph in the far
 land of the far time. Many instruments
 under David's direction gave forth sweet music before the Lord. And David danced before the Lord with all his might;
 wearing the while the sacerdotal robe of a
 priest. He danced while he worshiped;
 and so danced Miriam and the women by
 the sea. They danced in gladness, joy,
 devotion. Nay, Margaret, nay! it is re-
 ligion," was Emerson's reply to Margaret
 Fuller's spontaneous speech that a wo-
 mans dancing was poetry The philoso- pher and the woman of genius in the Bos- ton playhouse were thrilled by the dancers glad abandon. To the one it was religion,
 to the other poetry-much the same to both. It is the part of the highest wisdom to | laugh worry down the wind. Give a sigh to the flower that Is faded but no vain repining for the glad hour when it was a-bloom upon beauty's breast There are hands that are vanished, voices that are
 stlled; but other hands touch and thrill and other voices break in waves of melody Springtime upon the mountain may have given but delirious draught from the cup
 that brimmed, but you may drink deeper at the Pierian fountain of the glad afterwhiles.
 The cup may be broken, but the joy it gave
 is yours for ever. In the Land O the Leal there is an old and beautiful custom ob-
 served on rare occasions about the board of the banquet When the feast Is done and
 the health of the best loved guest is about to be drunk, each banqueter mounts, with
 one foot in his chair and one upon the table; and at the sound of the cherished
 name the beaded glasses are emptied, and
 cast over the left shoulder to be shattered
 upon the floor; thus giving sweet surety
 that love for another shall not take the
 place of love for that one present. and the
 flavor of the wine blended with comrade-
 ship shall not pass. That life has not been
 one of much joy in which there is not a
 rose that is faded, a glass that is shattered
 Be glad in love, for love is the souls best prayer. He prayeth best who loveth best all things, both great and small; for the
 dear God who madeth him, both made and loyeth all, No prayer was ever yet an- swered that did not spring from love to
 finger on lips that praised, Love attuned the cry of Hagar in the wilderness, and
 Ishmael lived to make a great nation. Let there be meriment and dancing, Next to the scene of little children dancing upon the greensward in the reeling intoxication | of young innocence, one of the most beau- | tiful pictures given to man is the dance- | place thronged by men and women reeIing | and bending and circling to soft music | rythmically and about all the glow of | lights, the glow of beauty, the glow of | love. These are the vestal places of cheer | funess, gaiety, gladness, inspiration, the 1 emotions which make for the brighter side | of life. And the world would be better if | 1t were always in evening dress as applied | to the essential things. The mere cut of | mans coat of a woman's gown is not l of first import. The smock-frock may be | for the true man the regalia of the elect | a print gown true woman'S bridal robe | Such raiment is not for the waxed floor
 of the ballroort; but it is evening dress for | millions of gotd men and women who l never saw lavender gloves and white lace l and whose lives make the world better lyirt | sabot, bending to the Angelus call across | the fields, is guarded by the same Spirit
 that guards the silken-robed maiden kneeI- | ing by the downy couch in perfumed cham l Der. The God of the Tsar is the God of the
 Moujik. The human soul, whatever it's l environment, may be always in evening dress.
 In the ballroom we are given poetry | art, culture, beauty; and these are vastly | more attractive than most other things | given us to enjoy. The beautiful woman in
 what the world calls evening dress is the