The Washington herald., 1909-08-14


Nobody's real life is lived in public
There is no more stupid fallacy than the
one when assume that the career which
is ever in the popular eye is the best
one. All the springs OF happiness and
power flow from secret places. 1t is in
the shelter q the home in the private
intercourse of friend with friend, In the
unnoted communion with the great spirits
who speak through the printed page. that
men and women truly live. And ones re-
liSion Is not measured by public activi-
ties. but the hidden nurture of the SOUL
in the closet Of meditation and prayer.
tell Him an ms sdrr0ws:
tell Him all my JOYS.
/ tell Him all that plelses ne:
tell Him what anuCys
He tells me what / ought % DO.
He tells nee what % Try.
And 80 we walk together.
My Lord aud l.
Mrs. L. shorey.
The magma charta Of the united prayer
is this uttered by Jesus: Again ]
say unto you. that if two Of you shall
agree on earth as touching anything that
they shall ask. it shall be done for them
Of my Father who is in heaven. For
where two or three are gathered together
In my name there am 1 in the midst OF
them"
Religion is not an ornament TO be worn
for mems beholding but a treasure to
be hidden Ia the heart for Gods eye.
Wherever one can be alone with God
is a suitable prayer closet. A recent
| striking poem in The Atlantic Monthly"
entitled In the subway expresses this.
The author is Charles Firkins:
For chilling pave and cherries light
] who have Lost the stars the sod.
Have made my meeting place with God
new and neither night
Have found fame where thunder fills
Loud caverns. trcmulous; and these
Atone me for my reverend hills
And m0onlit silcuces
aement IN the crowded dark
Where men sit muted by the roar,
] ride upon the whirring spark
Beneath the cty's foor-
In this dim armament the stars
Whirl by in blazing files and tiers;
| Kin mcte0rs Craze our flying hars
Amid the spinning spheres.
Flash silver whore the headlight CLEANS.
As when on lakes the moon impales
The waves upon its beams
Life tlrobs about me- yet I stand
Outgazing on majestic Power;
Death ndes with ne. on either hand
In my communion hour.
You that meath country skies can nav
Scof not az me-the city clod:
NJ only respite Of the day
Is this wild ride-with God
WJohn Woolman's journal" designated
as 'One Of the few books essential TO Gull
ture, has set men TO wondering who John
/ Woolman was. Wherein is his greatness? ?
! Simply in his contact with God John
Woolman was Quaker tailor who lived
! his life with respect to the eternal veri-
ties. His sense of God was SO real and
vital tha; b, may be said 10 have lived
| ever in an attitude Of prayer Because
| he sat always at the feet OF God. the
men Of this hurried age are now called
to sit at his feet.
Withheld BY one old sin resigned that day.
| Conscience at night forbade his lips to pray,
Ashamed that he his earth-stained voice should
raise
In pardon's ursenco or in guilty praise.
All through the night he Crieved in sad unrest
For sake q those his silence left unblessed--
Those who In sin OF DEATH alone might stray
Boreft his 'custoned prayers for such aa they.
When in the dsrks os dawn the first bind hymnsd
It's waking JOY with hopeful note undimmed
That prayerless night had blessed him meath its
ban
And on his knees he fell, better nan
Then mid the choiring that louder rang
One humble human prayer 10 Heaven sTrang-
Teach US before We bless we must obsyl
Save us from sin that makes us fear 10 prayl''
Martha Gilbert Dickinson BianchL
Everybody prays In extremity. But not
everybody has the courage to make public
acknowledgment Of his deliverance after
ward. The young British explorer, Lieut..
Shaoklstonl whose recent dash for the