The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1913-01-26

theoloBH. ne Tead the apostle S
words; Finally, brethren, whatsoever
things are true whatsoever things are
reverend, whatsoever things are lust,
whatsoever things are pure, whatso-
ever things are lovely, whatsoever
things are gracious; il there be any
virtue, and f-tfTere he any praise.
think on these things" Turning TO
the class, he asked: What is this
text like? 1T is like an organ." said
one. ut is like a vlolin.' said an
other. 1T Is like a harp" said a
third. Then the teacher said: 1T has
the power of an organ, the penetrat-
ing sweetness of a violin. the enchant-
ing richness of a harp; but / think it
is more Ike a set of chimes"
IT is happy comparison. For Paul
is in one Of the spiritual cathedrals
of God: he is in tune with the Mas
ter; he is in the Spirit he hears the
unheard; he sees the unseen Ii is in
this mood that he begins playing these
thrilling chimes of the soul If mu-
sic is love in search Of a word, as Sid
ney Lanier said. then Paul has found
the music, the love, and the word.
They arc all in the passage. Their
ehimelike quality is deep and inspir-
ing, Suppose we touch however
Clumsiiy one or two of these chimes.
Each viii ring out lis own peculiar
sweetness.
j. The Chime of Purity.
Think of whatsoever things are
pure. On New Years morning the
remark was overhead; THE musicians
are all trying to outdo each other to-
day with their music" They seem
cd to be in every street, and some
times in every block. Wen. IS one
walks about this teXtual tower each
chime tries to out-melody the other
And when PAU rings the chime of
r. .t.a-
finest yet" At the close OF a lecture.
Huxley asked a student if he under
stood il all "Afl sir the young
solomon replied, but one part dur
ing which you stood between me and
the blackboard - All" re}oined the
scientist. Il did my best to make my
self clear hut could not make myself
transparent, But God makes men
transparent. An open hearted, clear
souied transparency is an effect Of the
Capse named purity, Thinking Of
whatsoever things are pure, souls Sc
crete a TRANSPORTATION spiondor that
breaks out at every pore Of their
being The X-ray ard spectrum
analysis cannot touch the sacred radi-
anctcs Of the pure in heart, They
come eur way. not as poetic phantoms
of delight, but as redeemed and re-
deemiug personalities, They have the
strength Of ten, the vision of crystal.
and the path that bri&htens unto the
perfect dawniuE Ito thC pure all
things are pure The late William
lanes has a charming essay on
Thomas Davidson The psychologist
named hsm '4he wandering scholar -"
Having an omnlpoteuf memory Ia
wilson became q living dictionary Of
reference. 4 little Nh5loSop hiCal club
met every forgulGht ut Davidson s.
rooms in Temple street Boston Pro
go
crack the whip Of Aristotle over us.
and / remember that whatever topic
was formally appointed for the day,
We invariably wound tip with quar-
rel about space and space u6rtep-
item" But there was Uever any quar-
rel about he purity and luculence of
pavldsou'S motives Apapn~ his tween
~ maNi1na here are two: he ON earth
what good people hope to be in
heaven and Remember ihat heav-
en- can Hc nothing bn< the Intimacy
of pure snd nehic souls Whyn one
reSolutely determines 10 think az
whatsoever thjnEs are pure, has not
his heaven begun ere earth he paStE
Nothing Is so WALKING as this many
motived transparency of Thought aud
action. a part OF ne orioles in
ecuuity as "a builder Is seen in tho fact
that 1t utiiizes the material at hand.
Do NOT hang eolored pieces Of yarn
not If You expect 70 brig them IN
this warbler is building It's nest. For
the orlole win take your bits of yarn
and weave them into The home for its
young. And vs. there not tTniy
soul mansions? Selling the thing at
hand, they sePaTatt The good from
the bad, and Iaake II serve ~TEere
are coutless harmonies abroad IN the
his symphonies. There are mex
haustible riches Of color In earth and
sky: Tintoretto builds them into his
picture. There II imprisoned many
Carrara; Anglco builds them into his
statues. There are untold poSsibil-
tiles in the twenty-s1X letters Of the
English AIphabet' shakespeare thlHAs
them into such wondrous combina-
loves. and hates Of the universal hu-
man heart And IN TINS varied hte
of ours quiverlng with unexpected
ness, swift with breaking wonders,
yelled with unpucked mysteries.
trembling with silent horrors, YOU ana
I may build house OF deep~founda~
toned purity whose dome snaii push
back the stars 10 make room Tor us.
Then let us work steadily on and, as
Hn work sing the song OF "lhe tdHS+