Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1905-08-10
THoRoFARE.

All seemed at pause-save one wild star that
streamed.-
Or was it but the fountain whispering weak,
White where the moonbeams raiued?
:sWhat do you do, said a friend to me
the other day, when it is to warm too sleepg'
II seldom find it too warm to sleep, q /
replied, ssbut | am sometimes glad of a
sleepless night when in the country. I
| like to sit by an open window and look
out across the fields to the distant woods,
and the river beyond, ard feel what d.
/ vine revelation night is. Night is really
mystery which grows upon one the more
one thinks of il. No stir, no strife, no
noise OF great activities breaks the spell Of
an hour which is the daily witness of a
miracle, and waits, hushed and silent,
while the altar fires blaze on the western
/ hills. Nature simply calls the day across
the fields, and hills, and shining river, and
summons the night that has been waiting
at the eastern gates. The day that was
born with seas and suns at its cradle is
followed to its grave by the long procession
of the stars And now that it has gone,
an infinite silence broods over the fields and
upon the restless bosom of the river. In
sensibly there steals into thought, spent
and weary with many problems, deep
and sweet repose. The old hopes are re-
viewed, the old aspirations quickened, and
the old faiths relight their dying fires. Who
shall despair while the fields of earth are
sown with flowers, and the fields of heaven
blossom with stars Along the familiar
roa j new and mysterious charm is spread !;
the woods in the distance stand motionless
in the wealth of their massed foliage,
that reigns in all their branching aisles.
Beyond, the far-spreading waters lie white
and dreamlike, and tempt the thought to
the fairylands that sleep just beyond the
line Of the horizon. On such night i'm
mortality is written on earth and sky; in
the silence and darkness there is no hint of
death; sweet and fragrant life seems to
breathe its subtle, inaudible music through
all things, and as the procession Of the
hours passes noislessly on, it leaves behind
a dewy fragrance which shall exhale before
the rising sun, like universal incense
making the portals of the morning sweet
with prophecies of the flowers which are
yet to bloom, and the birds whose song still
sleeps with the hours it shall set to music.
While men sleep, the world sweeps silently
onward under the watchful stars, in flight
which makes no sound and leaves no trace;
and yet nestled amid this sublime activity,
the little flower dreams Of the day, and in
its sleep is ministered to as perfectly as if
it were the only created thing When one
stands on the shores of night and looks off
on that mighty sea Of darkness in which
world lies engulfed, there is no thought but
worship, and no speech but silence; and
even as one waits, speeches. and awestruck,
the morning star touches the edges of the
hills, and new day breaks resplendent in
the eastern sky. To the larger vision
which comes to us In moments like these,
the great army Of men and women move to
a solemn and appealing music. The pa
thos of life touched them with an indies
cribable dignity; the work Of life gives
an unspeakable nobility. Under the mean
est exterior there are, no one knows what
tragedies of denied hopes and unappeased
longings; behind the mask of evil there
shines one knows not what struggling vir-
tue overhorne by impulses that flow from
the past like irresistible torrents The fire
OF aspiration burns in thousand Thousand
souls that are MANNED and broken, bruised
and bafied, but which still survive ssAs
yet, fingers the twelfth hour and the dark
ness, but the time will come when it shall
be light, and man will awaken from his
lofty dreams and ind-his dreams all there,
and that nothing is gone save his sleep"
We still dream in Thorofare.
The regular meeting of the Official Board
Of the NJ. E. Church was held at the par
sonage on last Tuesday evening, and va
cation Of two weeks was granted the
pastor, the Rev. George S. Golf.
nlJa~ &tx1 D. Y,.x.,-.
Moore, ID. D., will preach next Sunday
evening in the Thorofare Church.
The Sunday -school picnic at Lincoln
Park, on last Thursday was grand success.
An usually large number went from Thoro-
fare, and vicinity, and an unusually good
time was the result.
The Rev. George S. Golf will preach in
the Kemble Memorial Church, at Wood
bury on Sunday. August 18th. Mr.. Golf is
worth hearing
The Rev. VIM. Rambo, from Browns
vile, Penna., was guest in the home Of
Mr.. Alonzo Potter Rambo, last week.
Miss Abbie Justice, from Gloucester
City, is spending some weeks with Mrs.
Charles W. Wilkins.
Mr.. John G. Whitall sent from seventy
FIVE to one hundred baskets of citron to
market every day last week.
Miss Mary Lodge, from Philadelphia, is
visiting the Misses Rambo in the home Of
their father, Mr.. Alonzo P. Rambo.
Miss Margaret Hammell, from Phila-
delphia, is spending some days with her
mother, Mrs. Hammell.
Miss Edna Bowers spent last week with
Miss Alice Parker, at Sewell.
The Misses Ella Banks and Ethel Wilson,
from Swedesboro, were recent guests in the
home Of Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Haines.
Mrs. VIM. Brown, Of West Philadelphia,
| Is visiting her parents, Mr.. and Mrs. Henry
Smith, near Thorofare
The Rev. George S. Golf and family went
to Asbury Park last Monday. He will at
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