Year: 1874

That pale faced girl irl,-conSumptive tnry
call her, who had everything to live tor,
but who, recalling 4 dreary sickness said


II would have nothing otherwise for So


it has pleased my Father was one OF
Gods queens aud they are everywhere
and often where we little expect to find
| them.


The poor woman who stitches her Life
into her work at midnight may he finish
ing II robe for herself SO royal that no
other fingers are fit to touch it, lest il be
soied Surely our emplovments do not
change our blood relations. and, through
their tasks and daily work, whatever lis
and temporary defeats, these regal son,
OF God will yet carve their way to thrones
and empires. And often, very often, does
this princely character of man crop out,
almost in spite Of itself, even in the
hmbleSt avocations


See that grimy but smiling engineer
whose quick eye has discovered child


unconscious OF danger approaching the
track; the speed of the locomotive is nj
its utmost the distances are well meas
ured; there is but one possibility The
noble man reyerses his locomotive, then
quickly glides along its side to u position
Of great danger, reaches ont a strong arm,
and catches the child when there are but
twelve inches between it and death and
when the train comes to a Stand-4till ne
kisses the cheek of the child, thinking the
rosy lips too sweet and pure for his rough
touch Uhey are noD, sets it on its feet
again, face home ward and whistles '.otl
brakes


Three persons, 4 mother and her child.
and rough sailor heavily clad in pilot
suit We're seen clngng to floating set
tee after shipwreck 1t would support
two, until the lite-boat came to the rescue,
but not three The sailor looked, strug-
gled With the conflicting thoughts of life
and death for Il moment, then pushed off
thpew up his hands, and sank into the dark
sea; the mother and child We're saved


Is there not the presence of God in such
sacrifice, tenderness, and nobility? The
Infinite One and such conduct are one and
inseparable, and must staRsfsbr fall to-
gether. Such men are God6sRrinces, liv-
ing under mask There are moresof Christ
in the common walks of life than we Give
credit for indeed, there is where Christ is
most apt to make his stay. Could YOU
look through the SCOT on many mans
face, you would behold-a king.


Providence, too is, or appears to be,
singular in its assignments if men are
Gods sons. She often puts them to EN-
ployments that seem at least, i'll betittng
to princes They are rarely found in re-
gal palaces, but are often seen tilling the
soil, with brow not crowned with dia-
monds, but beaded with sweat and dust
They are seen plying the needle, with
weary fingers and broken hearts are
found toiling down in coal-pits, and with
grimy face and besmeared hands, are for
years assigned the task of firing and driv-
ing the locomotive along dusty RAILWAYS.
in actual peril, and near possible death
every day and every hour.


Is not all this evidence of humiliation,
rather than eXaltation9 True; so it seems,
at least; but remember the chief Prince
himself touched the earth to rise again
Kings may be born in stables without
preiudicing in the least their titles. In
that act of tilling the soil may be involved
the preliminaries of future Inauguration,
if the work is faithfully done; the coal-pit
worker may be unconsciously furnishing
supplies to light the Lords house, upon
the occasion of receiving the throne and
Sceptre. NO matter about the kind of
work how the work is done decides its
merit.


We are walking daily in the midst of
royal family, and should have smile of
good cheer, and bow of respect, for the
woman who sweeps our house, or the man
who heaves our coal, or paves our street,
for they may be kings and queens incog.,
and under mask they may be not one step
farther removed from the throne than are
the most honored of us.