The age-herald., 1901-01-20

rascal's intonation of amen. More good can be spoken in a child's prayer concern ing the rumseller who is gone than could be written of all the deeds of their lives
 It is not every one who crieth, Lord, Lord, and is prepared to do the Masters bidding now, as was true two thousand years ago. Some of the shouters shriek for morality and temperance and order and law, and yet rob the laborer of his hire, laugh in the face of charity, and wiring with weariness the frail frames of little children!
 These make themselves and their insn- cerity known to all who will pay heed; they brand themselves as effectually as were branded their forerunners with white heated iron in ancient days. They are known and condemned of all worthy women and manly men, and led by instinct the lit tie children sometimes shun them. They are their own aeeusers and their own judges, and the great human family accept what the hypocrites prove of themselves. And
 "Ah love- there surely lives in man and beast something to warn them of their foes!'
 "Ah dearest, if there be devil in man, there is an angel too.'' We of the faith know that by our sides, awake or asleep there ever watch fair guardians unseen from unseen shores hailing, guarding us from perils nameless and striving to save us from ourselves, to withhold from us the bitter fruits of our follies, the heart-break- ing penalties of our transgressons. And sometimes with even the least worthy of us, these spirits enter into our own hearts to stir us to better>purposes, truer ambi- tions, purer hopes, humber prayers.
 Every soul upon the earth has its guard ian angel and every one feels that angel touch, the tip of the angel wing, when love or charity, kindness or generosity lifts to- ward the higher heights above the baleful atmosphere of Self as it is heavy with dark CT poison than any masma for the human frame that subssts upon the slimy waters of pools of pollution. It is with each of you aiway, my beloved, that guardian spir- it. as viewless as the winds that wait us woe or joy; and if you but bend to its touch it will lead you to the richest treas ures of all life. whether in the flood or in the shadows.
 It will silence every heart-cry, feed every soul that hungers; it will dry every eye that weeps, will brim with joy every eye that is gladdened; it will still every cry of vengeance give absolution for every sim it will ring out forgiveness upon the air charged with the glorious notes of ringing bells of Angelus, will raise up oceans of love to hide the rough stones which tide of hate left black and bare and still, jagged and rude to wreck barques of hu- man faith full-freighted with Human loves; 1t will open the windows of the spirit to the plaint of the poor, the plea of want, the craving of the defenseless, the prayer of playful childhood in poverty with hands corded in helplessness and frail frame bound to driftwood, floating hither and thither, waifs upon life's tempest-troubled wave it will nerve you to defend Gods | truth and proclaim as false every falsehood l that falls from the lips of fools and base brawlers about the places of prayer; it will direct your footsteps away from the walks of that sin which, scarlet-coated and in many shapes, fumes and frowns and leers in even the home of refinement and gen.
 
 a charitable and generous man. MT. Bel ton Gilreath who is still a young man, spent time in Sheriff Gilreath's office and there acquired much of his skill, wisdom, kindness and justice in dealing with men. Every man in MT. Belton Gireath's service counts him true friend, and he daily dem- onstrates that their confidence is not mis- placed, and holds all of them to be his friends