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Vol. XII. WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 9, 1876. No. 6.
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BY JON BOYLE O'1$REILLY.
Only from day to day,
The life of a wise man runs.
What matter if seasons far away
Have gloom or have doable snns?
We climb the unreal path,
And stray.frorn the roadway here,
We swim the rivers of wratb,
And tunnel the hills of fear.
Our feet on the torrents brink,
Our eyes on the clouds afar;
We fear the thing-, we think,
-Instead of the things that are.
Like a tide our work should rise,
Each later wave the best.
"To-day is a king in disguise,"
To-day is the special test.
Like a sawyer's work is Life;
The present makes the flaw;
* And the only field for a strife
Is the inch before the saw.
T1%I -Aft I - 1 VO
she at once addressed him did n<
so much surprise as shame t1i
"It was not well of. thee, Frien
Brill, to deny with harsh words tb
request of a eild. Thy trees ar
laden with fruit and the groun
is covered with thy unused abut
dance. Thee might have giventh
child one little apple."
The woman stood with he
calm, ac3usincg eyes fixed on th
farmer'sface; they seemed to pen<
trate his soul and to read his ver;
"No, it was not well of the<
Friend Brill," she repeated.
"I hate begging," answered th
farmer, rallying himself.
"That was no common beggin
and thee knows it," replied tb
"The child's father should hav
had fruit on his own trees. Bu
he was too idle to plant them an
now his children go begging o
"That is not his children's fauli
If the poor little ones are hungr:
for apples and thee has more thai
thee can use why shall thee not b<
a better father in regard for then
than he who is of their own flesi
and blood ? Would thee not givi
thy own children apples ?"
"Mly own children ! That ij
another thing. I have taken cari
f my own children."
"The earth is the Lord's and thi
Fullness thereof, and we are al
His children," auswered the litth
woman. "He gives in charge t
ome His broad grain fields an<
rruitful orchards that they n&
ill barns and storehouses, and la3
up food for the hungry and see<
for the sower, .so that His peopl
lie not for lack of bread. Doe.
hee think that thy trees bea
Cruit and thy fields give their har
veste for thee alone ? If thei
does, thee has not understood th<
ways of God with men."
The farmer did not reply. H
was dumb in the presence of th'
stranger; dumb because of sudder
onvictions and a new Ii g h
breaking into his soul that blindet
and bewildered him.
"Thee has thought and carei
nly for thyself and for thy owi
ntil no w," said his visitor, "bul
there. is a truer and a better lif<
before thee. Thee must grov
broader and more generous. The<
rust become a giver instead o.
nly a receiver of good things.
Thee must learn the meaning o:
tat wise saving: 'To give is t<
ive.' Will thee not go wit!
And the little woman turnet
from the porch, Farmer Brill ris
ing and following her.
"Thee must bring a basket o
apples with thee," said the womiau
pausing at the gate.
The farmer filled a great baske
and took it on his arm.
"It is so kind of you, sir !" sai<
the weary looking woman i:
whose poor little home he se
down the basket. And her grate
ful looks an d tones sent to hi
heart a feeling of warmth an:
pleasure, purer and deeper than h
had known for a long; long time
"Thee understands, now," sai
his companion, as they left th
ottage, "what a true, sweet lif
thee may live if thee will. Go
has given thee of. his earthla
bounties more than a hundred fol
beyond thy needs, and leisure t
care for thy neighbors, and healt
in thy declining years. And ye
thee is not happy. Why ? The
is still trying to live for thyse]
The words of tbe speaker die
on Farmer Brill's ears; and at tb
same instant another voice rouse
him to another presence. It wa
that of his wife.
"How sound asleep you were
Andrew ! I don't like to have yo
sleep so heavily in the daytime
it isn't good."
The farmer started up with
bewildered air.. -
"Why, Andrew ! What a ii
you ? What have you been dream
"O)h! It was a dream ! Yes,
see. - .Dreams are strange things.
A nd the farmer settled himse
back in his arm chair and droppe
nis chin upon his bosom, not t
it awake now, but to ponder on
e what he had heard from the
lips of the monitor, who had come
d to him in a vision.
e As his wife went back into the
e house Farmer Brill heard the
d sound of a horse's feet in the road,
i- and looking up saw one of his
e neighbors a little way off. It was
now five years since he had denied
r some trifling favor to this man,
e and there had been coldness be
- tween them ever since. At sight
7 of him the farmer had an uncom
fortable feeling, and dropped his
, eyes, intending not to see him.
But this only made him feel the
e more uncomfortable. So, with a
self-compelling effort, he rose from
Y his seat and, walking out through
a the gate that opened upon the
road, met his neighbor, saying in
a as cordial a tone as he could intro
t duce into his voice: "Good morn
I ing, Mr. Holden."
f "Good morning, Mr. Brill," re
turned the neighbor, a little Eur
. prised at his unusual friendliness.
r He drew up his horse, and lean
i ing down took the farmer's offered
"How is Mrs. Holden ?"
"Well, thank you! And how
is Mrs. Brill ?"
"Hearty for one of her years."
i "And your own health ?"
a "Can't complain. A little stiff
with rheumatism sometimes, but
i I suppose I ought to be thankful
1 that my limbs are not all twisted
out of sb'ape like poor John Gard
ner's. By the way, how is Gard
"Very badly off," replied the
neighbor, with pity in his voice
I "Has not been able to do a day's
work these two months."
"Is that so ? Poor fellow 1"
Farmer Brill dropped his eye to
- the ground and stood~ thinking.
3 And then the words he had heard
in his dream began repeating
themselves in his thoughts:
j "He gives to some his broad
ajgrain fields and fruitful orchards,
that they may fill barns and store
b ouises and lay up food for the
Ihungry and seed for the sower,
that His people die not for lack
Iof bread. God has given thee of
His earthly bounties more than -a
hundred-fold beyond thy o wn
Sneed, and leisure to care for thy
rneighbors, and health in thy de
clining years. And yet thee is
not happy, for thee is still trying
- to live for thyself alone."
F "How does he live ?" asked the
> farmer, raising his eyes from the
ground, and looking up into his
I "His family would have suffer
.ed in many ways and his chil
dren gone often hungry to bed if
F some of us had not looked after
"I had no idea it was so bad,"
t said the farmer. "Hungry chil
dren ! I can't stand that. I must
I go and see him."
"I wish you would. It's a real
t case of charity."
. "I'll go right off," said the far
s mer turning away and going back
I into the house.
a "I wonder what's come over
.the old man ?" So the neighbor
I mused as he rode away. "Hope
a he is not going to die. I always
s thought he had a tender place
I somewhere in his heart if one
ronly knew where to find it. He
I was a right generous sort of a fel
o low when a young man but he was
a thrifty, and thrift seemed to har
t den him."
e Half an hour afterwards Farmer
f Brill drove off in his light wagon.
There was a marvelous change in
Sthe expression of his fine old face.
e His eyes had a new lustre in them,
Sand the kindlier' temper of his
s blood was softening and warming
all the hard lines that had compres
>sed themselves about his mouth
and cut down rigidly between his
-brows, giving them a nobler and
deeper human sentiment. In his
Swagon was abag of flour, a bush
el of potatoes, a side of bacon and
s twenty pounds of salt pork, be
- sides corn meal and apples.
When Farmer Brill returned
[ his heart was so light that it gave
'a new buoyancy to his body, and
f instead of moping about or sitting
I balf-stupidJly in his arm chair he
a went bustling in and out in a
a cheery way. and talked to his wife
about this neighbor and that with
a kindly interest altogether new.
"It is more blessed to give some
times, than receive," said Mrs.
Brill to her husband. as be told
ber, with a new quality of pleas
ure in his voice, about his visit to
Mr. Gardner and his family.
"It may be always," he answer
ed, to her surprise. "It must
be," he added, after a hesitating
pause, "if our Savior's words are
true, for he puts in no qualifying
-The old man sat very still, with
a sober, inlooking expression on
"He knew best, Andrew; but
very few of us live as if we
thought He did."
The farmer's sleep was not so
sound that night as usual; thought
was too busy. Not that he was
troubled, for the pleasure that
came with ministering to his
stricken neighbor had gone too.
deep and filled his heart too large
ly to leave room for trouble. He
was thinking out of himself-a
rare experience for. Farmer Brill;
thinking of some of his neighbors,
and how he might serve them at
lIttl'e cost to bis hoarded substance.
It was too early in the new state
upon which be had reaily enter
ed to count much costagainst him
The farmer rose on the next
morning feeling like a new man.
The rest and comfort of mind
which had come as the reward
of kindness to John Gardner still
remained. Good-will to others is
rarely satisfied with a single ser
vice. It was so in this case. The
family of his sick and helpless
neighbor had other needs than
that of food. He had seen the
half-clad children and the wife's
worn and scanty clothing, and the
picture remained with him.
"Can't you send Mrs. Gardner
an old dress or two ?" said Mr.
Brill to his wife as they sat at
the breakfast table. "She needs
them badly. If you'll make up a
bundle of things for her and the
clildren i'll hitch up and take
them over. -You'll kno w what they
Mrs. Brill was not the woman to
say "No" to a suggestion like this.
She soon had a bundle of clothing
ready for her husband, and off he
went again on his errand of mercy
with a glee and warmth in his
bosom that sent a feeling of de
light along every nerve. How
cordial were all the greetings he
gave to passing neighbors! He
forgot old grudges and coldnesses,
and drew up his horse more than
once to have a chat with the indi
viduals whom he had passed the
day before with only an indifferent
nod. He sat for over an hour
with John Gardner, talking about
old times-both had grown up
in the neighborhood-and learne<d
many things he might b-ave learn
ed before that interested him deep
ly about the life of the poor man,
and that aroused his sympathies.
"Don't get down-hearted," were
the parting words at the close
of his visit. "We'll see that you
are taken care of until the doctor
drives out your old malady."
The grateful looks and tones
in which the man expressed his
thbankfulness lived with the farmer
as pleasant memories long after
"Thomas," said Mr. Brill to his
hired man, on returning home,
"take a bushel-basket out into the
orchard and fill it with the largest
and soundest apples that have fall
en from the trees."
"Yes, sir, and what shall I do
"Bring them here and I'll tell
"Here they are, sir," said the
hired man, ten minutes after
"Very weli. Now carry them
down to Widow Sloan, and give
her my compliments, and say to
her that if she wishes to pare and
dry a lot for winter she can have
as many as she wants."
Thomas opened his eyes a little
wider than usual, and with a
"Thank'ee sir," as if he were the
one who had received a favor,
swung the basket to his shoulder
and went off with a springy step,
in marked contrast with his ordi
nar stow havy movement.
The unexpected promptness and
cheerfulness with which his hired
man seconded this thoughtful
kindness toward the widow was
I another element of satisfaction.
Thomas was apt to be a little cross
at-times, and especially when call
ed upon for some unusual service;
and Mr. Brill had looked for a
cloudy face and a sullen manner
when he gave his order. He gaz
ed after the man as he went hur
rying away, wondering at his
changed demeanor. He was still
sitting in the porch when Thomas
"Well, Thomas, and what did
Mrs. Sloan say ?"
"Oh, sir, I can't tell you how
surprised and happy she was; and
she told me to thank you a thous
"Will she pare and dry them
for wintex ?"
"Indeed and she will, sir, she 1
aat right down and went to work
while I was there, and says she'll i
have'em all out on the shed drying I
to-morrow morning. It was real I
kind and thoughtful in you, sir.
It's such a pity to have things go i
to waste, when so many would .
be glad to get them."
Master and man were busier
than usual in the'summer and au
tumn days that followed, not alone
in gathering and storing of their
abundance, but in gathering and
dispensing as well. Nothing was
permitted, as in other years, to go
to waste. The bushels and bushels
of apples whiel- bad once rotted un
der the trees; the over-supply of
turnips and other root crops which
had lain unused in cellar or store
house were all distributed to the I
poor ;Vand there was p Ie n t y
throagh the winter in many an
humble home where in former
seasons pinching need had been
There was a heartiness about
him never seen before. His old
grudging against some of his neigh
bors died out. Hie wouldstop men in
the road for a pleasant chat whom
for years he had passed with a
tant nod. The farmer had founu
a new pleasure, the joy of which
was pervading his whole being
and its sunshine warming and
softening the cold, hard exterior
of his life and making it attractive
And he never lost the glow of
this pleasure in all the years that
were added to his life ; and when
at last his work was done and he
lay in that deep sleep which has
no waking in time, there were
hundreds to bless his name and to
look their last look on his peaceful
face with eyes that ran over with
BOSTON BROWN BREAD.-NOt far
out in the suburbs of Boston is an
ancient burying place, wherein
are head stones that afford food
for the antiquarian mind, which
are zealously guarded by a faith
ful sexton. Recently this custodi
an missed one of the earliest dated
of the mortuary memorials, and
he put all his wits to work to
discover its whereabouts, for some
time withoutsuccess. One Sunday
morning he went to his baker's for
the customary Sunday breakfast
of brown bread and beans. In
serving the repast, his eyes fell
upon something unusual on the
under face of the loaf--"Here lies
ye"-in reverse order, which, af
ter some study, he succeeded in
deciphering. No breakfast passed
the sexton's lips until the cause
of this strange impress was solved.
He hastened to the baker's for a
solution. The bake house adjoin
ed the cemetery. The floor of the
baker's oven had given 'out, and
the break had been covered with
the ancient gravestone, which,
happily for the sexton's peace of
mind, was uninjured by the heat
to which it had been subjected.
Our Dan remarked to his wife
one evening, as he left home for
the office: "I'll be back by ten
o'clock if I don't meet with any
serious pull-back." ''I t won't
be well for you to meet any pull.
backs, Daniel, serious or smiling,
if I know of it," said his better
half, in tones whi,ch indicated that
she meant it.
[From the Lutheran Visitor.]
kMUbEMENTS, WEALTH, FASHIONS,
The advocates of worldly pleas
ire have often quoted, to encour
tge th.-mselves in their opinions
tnd practices, these well known
ines of Dr. Watts:
"Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less."
This shows how error and harm
.an be started and sustained by is
To rescue the good Dr. Watts
rom so unfair an interpretation of
is meaning, I present the unalter
,d hymn from which these violat
)d lines have been torn; and consid
)r it unnecessary to make-any com
nents, except what is indicated by
,he italics, with which I empha
ize some words and lines. In an
,dition of Dr. Watts' "Hymns
Lnd Spiritual Songs," publ shed in
818 now lying before me-this
iymn is entitled "Heavenly joy
>n earth," and contains ten stan
'Come we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Foin in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
'The sorrows of the mind
Be banishedfrom the place,
leligion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
'Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God,
3utfav'rites of the heavenly king
May speak their joys abroad.
'The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
[bat rides upon ihe s6rmysky,
And manages the seas:
'This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love,
le shall send down his heavenly pow
To carry us above.
'There shall we see his face
And never, never sin ;
here,from the rivers of his grace,
.Drink endless pleasures in.
'Yes,-and before we rise
To that immortal state
the thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
'The men of grace have found'
Glory begun below,
~elestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope made grow.
'The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly felds
Or walk the golden streets.
'Then let our songs abound,
And every tear,be'dry,
We're marching through Immanuel's
To fairer world's on high."
Addressing myself only to those
who believe the Bible-the whole
Bible-to be- divinely true, and, as
avowed followers of Jesus Christ,
rcept it as.the rule for Christian
behavior, I assert that the Chris
Gian Religion ai as certainly design
ad to make our worldly pleasures
ess, and, furthermore, by progres
sive correction to utterly destroy
them. 1 have never seen any pas
sage of Scripture granting per.
mission to participate in them:
ay. with very lit'.,e search, I have
fund within the Sacred Book pro.
bibitions and denunciations against
such participation, sufficient to fill
a volume of ordinary size. We
bave only to turn over the leaves
>f the Bible somewhat slowly to
Fnd abundantly such passages as
he following. Beginning with
"They take the timbrel and the
Larp, and rejoice at the sound of
he organ. They spend their days
an wealth and in a moment go
own to the grave. Therefore they
ay unto God, Depart from us ; for
we desire not ~the knowledge of
hy ways."-chap. xxi. 12-14.
Passing over the Psalms, for
:he present we find in Proverbs:
"There is a way ia hich seemeth
'ight unto a man,but the end there
>f are the ways of death. Even
ae laughter of the heart is sorrow
Eul: and the end of that mirth is
eaviness."-chap. xiv. 12, 13.
"He that loveth pleasure shall be
a poor man;: he that loveth wine
and oil shall not be rich."-chap.
Ecclesiastes is rich in warnings,
which come to us through inspi
ration supported by experience:
"I said in my heart, Go to now,
I will prove thee with mirth,
therefore enjoy pleasure: and be
hold, this also is vanity. I said of
laughter, It is mad: and of mirth,
What doeth it? I sought in
my heart to give myself unto wine,
yet acquainting mine heart with
wisdom; and to lay hold on folly,
till I might see what was that
good for the sons of men, which
they should do under the heaven
all the days of their life. I made
me great works, I builded me
houses; I planted me vineyards;
I made me gardens and orchards,
and I planted trees in them of all
kind of fruits: I made me pools
of water, to water therewith the
wood'that bringeth forth trees:
I got me servants and maidens,
and had servants born in my house;
also I had great possession of great
and small cattle above all that
were in Jerusalem before me; I
gathered me also silver and gold,
and the peculiar treasure of kings
and the provinces: I gat me men
singers and women.singers, and
the delights of the sons of men,
as musical instruments, and that
of all sorts. So I was great, and
increased more than all that were
before rme in Jerusalem; also my
wisdom remained with me. And
whatsoever mine eyes desired I
kept not from them, I withheld
nt mine heart from any joy; for
my heart rejoiced in all my la
bor; and this was my portion of
all my labor. Then I looked upon
all the works that my hands had
wrought, and all the labor that I
had labored to do; and behold, all
was vanity and vexation of spirit,
and there was no profit iidiTrte
sun. "-chap. ii. 1-11.
"It is better to go to the house of
mourning t h a n to the house
of feasting: for that is the end of
all men; and the living will lay it
to his heart. Sorrow is bett.et than
laughter: for by the sadness of the
countenance the heart is made bet
ter. The heart of the wise is in
the house of mourning; but the
heart of fools is in the house of
mirth."-chap. vii. 2-4.
"Rejoice, 0 young man, in thy
youth; and let thy heart cheer
thee in the days of thy youth,
and walk in the ways of thine
heart, and in the sight of thine
eyes; but know thou, that for all
these things God will bring thee
to judgment."-chap. xi. 9.
Not to make my list of extracts
too long, (for knowing how little
atten tion is paid to reforences, I
make full quotations of most of my
authoirties,) I pass over the many
familiar and awful denunciations
contained in the prophets against
indulgence in worldly delight.
I only request those concerned
-those who take pleasure in
"changeable suits of apparel," ac
cording to the continually shifting
fashion-plates of the present day
-to read the latter part of the 3rd
chapter of Isaiah, beginning with
the 16th verse ; and to remember,
that whatever God looked upon as
sin once, He looks upon it now,
and will forever look upon it as sin,
and punish it. The curse that
overwhelmed the daughters of Zi
on in the faded past, wi-ll, without
repentance and reformation, sure
ly overtake t.hem in the fresh fu
ture, on account of the same infat
uations that still harden them into
defiance, and cause them to say in
"Let him make speed, and has
ten his work, that we may see it;
and let the counsel of the Holy
Onoof Israel draw nigh and come,
that we may know it."-saiah v.
The first passage in St. Mat
thew that arrests the attention,
bearing upon my subject, is a re
markable one. It establishes the
uncompromising separation of the
world and its fascinations, from
the "walk and conversation" that
must follow the public confession
of Christ. It- swings the sword
between the Father, the Son and
the Holy Ghost, on the one side;
and the world, the flesh, and the
Devil, on the other. It is worthy
of prolonged meditation:
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"No man can serve two.masters
for either he will hate the one and
love the other; or else he will hold
to the one and despise the other.
Ye cannot serve God and maam
mon."-Xatt. vi. 24.
In the 24th chapter of this Evan
gelist there is a prophecy, which,
considering the "superfluity of
naughtiness" that is now bewil
dering the world, ought surely to.
terrify mankind. But,. -perhaps,
there are few who believe in the
coming of Christ. The boasting, -
sneering cry is heard everywhere,
even in the church: "Where is the -
promise of his coming? For since
the fathers fell asleep, all things
continue as they were from the
beginning of the creation." Now
this is the prophecy made by Je
sus Christ himself:
"But of -that day and hour
knoweth no man; no, not the an
gels in heaven, but my Father on
ly. But as the days of Noe were,
so shall also the coming Of the
Son of Man be. For as in the