Milford chronicle., 1905-12-15

peace and happiness. Love is the mi
raculOus magician which can change
the deserts of trouble into oases of
Joy and make even ''the dying bed feel
soft as downy pillows are" The story
is told that during our civil war a
soldier boy was dying. He was only
boy of fifteen. oh" said the lad,
Il am going to die, and there is no one
here to love mel If l only had my
dear ones here" The nurse said: "My
boy, l love you. Let me take your
loved ones place." Then she stopped
over and kissed him, "Ah," said the
boy, that feels like love! Kiss me
again." Then he looked at another
nurse as he said: won't you kiss me
too? l do not think it would be so
hard to die if could feel that you both
love me-" No, it is not very hard to
bear the burdens of life If we feel that
those who are near at hand love us
and are sympathizing with us. Do you
not read between the lines how JO-
seph's loved ones clung to him because
he was always true to them.
A sad story.
It is only by loving others that 9TH
ers learn to love us. Some years ago
a steamer was wrecked on Lake Pont-
charrain. Among the passengers was
a family of six children, besides the
father and mother. The father was a
powerful swimmer. First he took his
wife in his arms and swan toward
shore. Then he came back five differ
ent times and took Off a child each
tine. But now his strength was al
most gone Only one child remained.
Only one and-yet the question was,
Could he save him? The father swan
out to the ship and called to his young
est boy: Jimmie, jumpl 1t is papa,
jump The boy jumped into the sea.
All that the father then could do was
to clasp his last child in his arms, and
both sank together into watery grave.
You say "a sad story" Yes, but to
me a beautiful story. 1t is the story
of family devotion. It is the story Of
a father loving his way into the hearts
of his children and of children giving
back their love to the father. Such is
Joseph's life to me. Wherever turn
be seems to be loving his way into the
hearts Of his associates. His heart
seems to be so big that it can forgive
every enemy and love every one, and
almost every one was compelled to |
love him. My friends, are you like JO-
seph, rich in the worlds affections?
Do YOU love people? Do people love +
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Rich In Grace.
We are in the great capital Of Men,
Dhis. We are standing under the shad
1ws of mighty obelisks and temples
md pyramids which these men we see
lbout us have built and are building.
Yonder are the great harvest fields
where they grow the richest grain in
he world. Here are the slaves at
work. Joseph, the poor slave boy, has
worked his way up until today he is
he right hand man of one of the chief
)Otentates of Pharaohs court. But
is he has gone up in life until he has
become manager of his masters estate
le has kept all his rugged northern
Hebrew beauty. In this country Of
righteousness the wife of POtiphar
wishes to do with him as Cleopatra
lid with her paramours. When this
vii woman cast her eyes upon this
-Outh he either had to yield or in dis
race leave the masters house and be
ncaged in a dungeon. From afluence
e was to go to poverty, from honor
0 disgrace, from a position of power
0 wear a cOnvicts garb. Aye, the
emptation was awful But it came.
md when it came Joseph's God was
be God of his strength. My young
riend, just as certain as you go up in
he world awful temptation will come
roofing you. Her smile will be the
mile of the enchantress, but her hand
rilI be the claw Of a demon. You will
e face to face with seeming annihila-
on. And you must choose. Win the