The Newtown bee., 1902-09-19

had plenty of time to inhale our pure atmosphere and tread the heather of our liberty-lsving plains. An! none of these things will do. You can never surround our Chief Magistrate with strong enough guards to prevent the sleek assassin finding his mark. You cannot stratify humanity. You can not shelve little portion off by them selves and say: You are sacred little set; enjoy your own fenced-in life. Harm cannot get at you, tumult can- not alarm you, rage cannot confound you. Humanity is brotherhood, bear it, my friends, as big, as broad, as wide as earth's furthest bounds. A brother hood it is, a Christian brotherhood is what we must makeit. Put the spirit of Christ in the heart of Czolgosz, and he is no longer an assassin, but he loves his fellowman, he loves every body from the President to the cOttager, and wishes him only good. An! that is the solvent for this problem. That cleans out the marsh: all else is but salt thrown in. l am glad- that our offer ing on this Mckinley Memorial Sum- day is for the work of home missions; there is an appropriateness in it. This is the best offering that so noble soul would wish that we make to his mem- Ory, the conservation of our talents to put the spirit of Christ in the heart of every American, black or white, low or high. To the work of winning America for Christ, work, titanic in its vastness, gigantic in it's results, the spirit of the dead President summons us to-day.
 I thank God for the great heart of Mckinley, the graciousness and sweet4 ness of his life; I thank God for his firm statesmanship that brought us glorified and triumphant through the trying hour; thank God for the great word, possibility, that was illustrated in his remarkable career; thank God for his devotion to the pale invalid that clung to his side: but, in the presence of God to-day, 1 supremely thank Him that Mckinley was a Christian, that he had conversion, a distinct conversion in early life that he knew something about. Let that tian.
 A year has passed since we gathered to speak of his death; he has been dead, we say; one year. Dead? An, no; he has but just entered into life, he has just begun to live. To-day he lives in every hearth-stone that. his great name has blessed, lives in our borders that he enlarged and stretched beyond the main, lives in the aspira. tions of those to whom he has given a new meaning of life. Oh, that is life! This is not life, the life we now live here, so full of anxiety that it's ends are fretted out, so full of dark days that it's sun shines with only shim. mering light, so full of moans that the deep cadence seems like the moan o1 the sea. 0 God, what life is that up on which our hero has entered! Ir Thy great mercy grant that the fulness of that life we may one day enter in. Let his great example stand Colossal, seen of every land;
 And make the statesman firm, the soldier pure Till in all lands and through all story The path of duty be the way to glory" |
 Mrs Bertha Purdy of New York ant Mrs Louise Taylor of South Norwall returned to their homes, last week, af ter few weeks visit at MT and MT c. L. Briscoe's.
 Enos B. Wilson of Danbury, who's throat was paralyzed, has been unabl to take food through the natural chan
 nel for 117 days. He is able now t,
 take foodin the natural way. MT Will son is the father of George R. Will
 son of Taunton.
 Mrs Frances L. Durant, MT and MT
 Wilbur BriScOe and son of Danbur
 were the guests of MT Briscoe's pal
 entS, MT and Mrs c. l.. Briscoe, oye
 Sunday.
 Miss Frances D. BriScOe was tn
 guest, last week, of Mrs France
 Durant of Danbury.
 Mrs Thomas ScanlOn and children q
 Bethel have been visiting MrsOJoh