Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1905-08-10

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physical t1aats from my, grandfgths,
ana he IN turn from ~ Gandfsthef
Why, In the. same .way. cannot I trac(
back my spiritual nature and thos<
higher warnings after the bettVr AND
nooIer life and my holief desises--tracv
thsm eack generation after generator
to some fsmste progeoieor7' whSAcan
not hsaf. thst fsroR voice plesoinl
win. me 10 b good and true3 Jacl
LondoHs nu0le 81. Bernard dog hsard
THE Gail Of tho WIZ" plsadsee jWitt
him - become a wolnsh king. 70 Md
On bis hungry peck to destroy tte eli
a The moose caught In the northss1
SHOWS. Ny friends. We, too, may heat
the StranGR ancestral voices within q
We know that the vobces Of eur ChsiD.
tan forefatheRs and feeemothers, pee-
haps . hundred years desd, are nov
calling to 40 to i've the Christ NE and
to walk with God. voices--myrAaAe Of
voeces-are about us. voices celestial
voices deuaoniacal, ancestral voices
which cssI us up M we'll a. evil voices
which call 40 down.
AZ We place The palms Of our hands
a. sounding boards back Of our ears
we may hear other strange voices cali.
Ing as to the higher life. At Hrst we
cannot make out what these voices
are We are In doubt whether we ara
listening to silence itself or to voices
crying from long distance. We are
rUhAthAa
sound, Just as we used to be when, as
boys. we would place our ears close
to the railroad track to hear the rum
bling Of the oncoming train. At FIRST
We would hear a faint murmur. the
hum N tho rail. but the train would
come nearer and the rumbling would
grow louder and louder So. when we
place our ears close to the side Of the
cradle, we seem TO hear the voices Of
childhood days. the parental voices Of
the old homestead. These in chorus
are sounding THE Call Of the Good. /"
How long. how very long ago. in child.
hood days, those voices first sounded!
Calls to the Higher Life.
How many yenrs back can you re.
member those voices Of childhood
on. you answer, II can remember
back twenty. thirty, forty years ago.
l can remember clear back to the time
when wns Ave years OF age re-
member when my father sold his farm
and went to town and became a store
keeper. We had big yellow cat on
that farm, which was my playmate
/ wanted to take that cat along to
town. but mother would not let me-
When all the children. Of whom I was
the youngest, were piled into the wag-
on to leave the old house, I cried 20
hard that mother Mt last relented and
said I could take the cat. remember
how l held that cat in my arms and
carried her to our city house." What,
cannot you remember farther back
than that? Oh. yes, you can. my broth.
er. think today you can hear strange
Voices Of the Good" calling you to the
better life, which were whispered in
prayer over your cradle. Perhaps to.
day you can hear parental voices,
pleading with you for the better life,
which Were whispered over you on the
day after you were born.
Many years ago when the Massach
sets bills were covered with forests
and in the dark recesses Of the woods
the smoke from the Indian wigwaus
was seen BY the pilgrim coionists three
little white children were stolen away.
Searching party after searching party
h,aA h.
found. Many years after there came
rumor to the coast that three young
maidens were living with an Indian
tribe in the interior Of the state The
father and mother Of one Of these sto-
len children went to this tribe, but
when they arrived there they could not
tell their own daughter from the other
white maidens. Their daughter was
stolen when baby; now she was
grown girl. Finally the mother sat
down under a tree and began to sing
the old lullaby with which she used to
Groom her darling to sleep. No sooner
did the mother begin to sing that lula.
by than one Of the young girls stopped
In her work to listen. Then she crept
up nearer and nearer to the singing
no. my cynical friend. That Ia not
what find, as a rule. In the physicians
office. There find as noble class OF
men as ever lived. men who are doing
one-third. perhaps one-half. Of their
work for nothing or perhaps even less
than nothing. I go to the great Chi
cago surgeon, Dr. Murphy. and say:
DIR. Murphy. here Is 4 young girl suf-
fering. She has not a cent VIII you
operate on her for nothingr' Il WILL"
Eays DR.. Murphy. "Scnd her down"
And send her down did. 60 to the
brilliant Massachusetts lawyer. George
F. Hoar. and say: "Mr. Hoar. your
country needs you. viii you live and
die a poor man? VIII you live in a
boarding house in Washington upon a
meager salary so that you may leave
your country a rich heritage of a life
sacrificed for duty's sakeT' The young
lawyer. George F. Hoar. answers. II
WILL" eenator Hoar lived and died
a poor man.
enter the study Of the great French
author lola. say: '''l6HsZola, there 10
a young man: Alfred Dreyf0s By name.
who has been unjustiy, condemned and
sent to Devils islandx He never has
a crime: neither have bis
accuseSs brought forth, one proof Of a
crime. Will you throw your influence
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