The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-04-02

we writhe because the pain of heart or body becomes too great to endure without some expression, and our friends grieve over us and we pity and bemoan ourselves, while, could we see the other side, we should stand amazed to find that we were only sub mitting to process. of. uplifting dis cipline and gaining power every day.
 Certain awful, inexplicable trage- dies such as we read of to-day, when a young mother, loving her children with jealous passion, throws them, three living, loving, darling children, into the dark. waters of the sea and at midnight springs after them to certain death, stagger us, Like a wide, black, canvas stretching beyond our vision the picture of her frenzy stands before us, piteous revelation of climax of human misery. Is there another side to it? Is the agony of the husband and father in any way to be accounted as for good?
 These are the things that make some of us stand in wonder as when q whirlwind takes its fierce light over some peaceful place and makes 1t desolate-or they. tempt other hearts to curse God and die. Neither ex- planation nor comprehension are within our privilege. Only this we know that nothing worth possessing is born without pain-the plough-share must cut deep-the strong teeth of the harrow must prepare. the earth before the grain is free to thrust us it's blade. and there can be no harvest without toll and labor. What agonies like these bring forth We may not even guess. Yet The has caught sight of that great life when he has learned that no suffering ever yet came to any human creature by which it is not possible that that human creature should be made purer and greater" Useless, fruitless pain can Eever exist, except where we determinately cause it by our def1ance of our Master
 In all the small, every day occur rences of our lives-small. I mean, in comparison to the joys and SOFT 9ws of the whole world-there is an endless exposition of the. same. truth.
 We pull down our barns and build greater" He who once laid the foundation of the. inadequate old buildings, and perhaps with his own hands hewed the timber and laid the beams and proudly sheltered his good plough horse and his one COW, may stroke his gray beard sadly as the weather beaten boards fall easily under the vigorous stroke of the de- stroyer's tools, but all the same. his eyes shine with pleasure and hts smile is proud one when his son raises the rigdepole of the high, roomy building that will cover costly machinery and shelter fine cattle.
 The old folks sit in the still house out of which their brood have taken flight, but well they know that only by their departure could their sons and daughters find the joy that blessed their own youth, and they count their loneliness a contribution to the gen. eral fund which creates new homes and makes their sons and daughters free to live as they only can live who have found the desire of their hearts and taken possession of it.
 The soldier and the sailor buckle on their swords and the mother turns to her pillow and hides her tears in the darkness from all but God; she would be ashamed to let the world see that she wept for her own loss, when they were so glad and proud to go. A mother who cannot share the joy of her sons in their own manhood is un- worthy of her own ideals. By tra- vail and sore pain she brought them into life long years ago; now she surely can once more bear as much for them, as they make preparation to use their lives for good. Behind every great thing lies a frutifying, vitalizing pain!
 Yet, I disregard the impulse to de- stroy what I have written because although I see and feel it's weakness, in one way it is strong; I know, through the experiences of long years, and the convictions born of what we call disaster are helps to the progress of the world. Even to say this feebly, may be of use. We talk of the wear and tear of life and of the destructive forces of it's discipline. True, the furrows of grief plough into the fair roundness of the young cheek and the shoulders bend and the step falters, but forces grow into strength more precious than the rose of the bright complexion; the mind gains an uprightness and vigor unknown to the untried spirit, and the faltering step has learned to avoid the pitfalls by the way. Those who love him, and the little world he moves in, are the better and the richer for what has ennobled and upraised his own na- ture.
 There is such a cloud over many things and many people inextricably bound up in the interests of our coun- try and especially in our own part of it, that 1t seems worth while to say in the best fashion we can; "This is only a part, small part, of the worlds work-a counterbalancing stir is rounding out the great plan. Health will come out of this disordered con- dition. We will one day catch a. glimpse of the whole and understand at least faintly this much; "All is right with the world"
 Said one reverend in years and sane tified by much suffering borne with sublime serenity: Wait The clouds always break-the sun never ceases tO shine behind fhan am ,Dost