The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1906-02-20

to feel the serpent coil flung round our
free-breathing throats, the serpent
grapple fastened on to the stronghold
ing wing. Trust! yes, how sweet.
But out of its secret, darksome hole
glides chill suspicion. FAITH yes, but
ugly doubt slips its cold-blooded coils
around our beating breast Health!
yes, but the head begins to reel and
the heart to faint. Lowell yes, but
calumny and misconstruction are
heard to hiss: why such folly?"
God! yes, what a refuge! But then,
this haunting spectacle of the deprav-
ity, misery, wrong, insanity of earth!
No mind that thinks and feels es
capes this tragic issue. Through his
own sharp experience does each one
thus become allied with his fellow
mortals of all the generations. And,
therefore, is this old, eternal wrestle
between eagle and serpent a fate
ordained for you and me and all men;
our only option which combatant we
shall through our lower or through
our higher nature, side with; fostering
the one, like Jove's eagle, on nectar
and ambrosia; remanding the other to
his primeyal curse; "Dost shalt thou
eat, and on thy belly shalt thou go!"
There can fall on the head of man
in life no Keeling blow-a breaking
down of health, an envenomed wound
from the serpent tooth of ingratitude,
total wreck of fortune, the death of
| husband, wife or child-but that brok-
en-winged, for the time, at least, he
falls headlong to the ground. Ask
him not now to fly or soar. There was
vital air he breathed, in the room
| of which a lifeless vacuum is left be-
| hind. There was an upbuoying ele-
ment answering in elastic reaction to
every beat of his happy pinions that
has gone from beneath them. There
was fond mate to soar with, whose
absence now has left the vast spaces,
OH how empty and bleak. A time to
recover himself in, let so much at
least in mercy be- accorded him by
| God and man. Healing recuperative
forces are indeed about him and with
! in him, but first must they do their
silent, unseen work before the eagle
within the soul shall begin to stir
| again But not till then, not till then!
To rally, then, upon the recuperative
energies of the soul in its alliance
with omnipresent renewing power, this
| Is mans only resource. The heralds
and revealers of the power of religion
! have been those alone who have
| demonstrated to the world the posi-
bility of winning enduring victory out
of temporary defeat, higher commun-
ion of spirit out of loneliness and
desolation. Religion is no dictum of
book, though its record may be writ
| ten there 1t is a sense, renewed
| generation by generation, and broaden
ing and deepening by experience, of
divine, evolving order, in virtue of
which all things are found to work
together for good to those who are
devout and brave enough to test it.
The proof of the rational validity of
all this? Nothing is its proof, no
learned treatise, no philosophic argu-
ment, nothing but the divine beauty
of lives which demonstrate what high
or noble outcome may be wrung from
the seemingly saddest and most con-
trarious the world has to show. These
victorious lives, then, and the con-
trast between the inspiring lift they
give the world, and the lives of those
| who but moan in weakness, rave in
bitterness, break in despair; filing our
hearts, indeed, with ceasless, impotent
pity for the poor victims, but depres-
sing our hearts likewise with the
dread sense lest in the world-old
tragic battle between the eagle and
the reptile, in the reptile should ever
inhere the power to choke every
channel of free contact with the in
MIGRATING air of heaven, and to pinion
tight to the lumpish body every vain
pulsation of the upward-soaring wing!
Boston Herald.