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VOL, xi . _Chicago and Cincinnati, Saturday, «tuly 24. 1897.r°,vo,iTar»y,Ti no. -so
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CONTENTS.
CHICAGO. SATURDAY. JULY 34, 1S97.
Page One.
Editorial Briefs.
Santa Catalina.
“One Religion Only?”
A Snnset.
Universalist Thought.
Page Two.
Sermon—“Working in tlie Lowlands.”
The Larger Hope Bible.
The Devotional Meeting.
Page Three.
The Snnday School Lesson.
Nature’s Curiosity Shop.
Page Four.
Editorial:
Character and Discipline.
The Three Factors of Human History.
Sunday Services at Detroit.
George Truesdale Fland ers.
Universalist Personal.
The Religious Press.
Page Five,
Church News and Correspondence.
Rev. Stephen Hull.
Page Six.
The Famil> Page. Farm. Garden and Dairy.
Page Seven,
Our Boys and Girls.
Page Eight.
Church Notices and In Memoriam.
EDITORIAL BRIEFS.
BY PRESIDENT I. M. ATWOOD, D. D.
Detroii is a' centra! cay but not a
denominational center. It has no trace
able denominational circumference.
Draw a circleof one hundred mlleBdiam
eter around the city and you include
only a few parishes and these not strong.
You must go a long distance to find any
Universalist strongholds. The larger
and more efficiently organized three
fourths of the Young People's Christian
Unions are east of Buffalo, which is 250
miles from Detroit. With these facts in
mind and the torrid heat in body we
were prepared for a comparatively thin
convention at Detroit.
—It waB an agreeable surprise to enter
the Church of Our Father, find people
from everywhere in the lobbies and com
mittee rooms, and the auditorium filled
in every part. So far as numbers are
concerned it was a successful convention
obviously. One had only to be in the
church for a few moments to learn that
the old Y. P. C. U. enthusiasm was on
tap. It was a convention gay with ban
ners and badges and bunting. The
young ladies, with their mid-summer
apparel and fast-flying fans and mercur
ial temperaments and preponderating
numbers, swelled the general impression
of vivacity, color and mobility. It was a
warm but never a languid nssembly.
Hands were much in evidence both to
eye and ear. Some applauded the
speech, some the speaker and some by
mere contagion applauded whatever any
one else applauded. It was amusing to
observe the regularity and vehemence
with which some delegates clapped
their hands. That was their part in a
scene of abounding life and action, and
it must not be slighted.
—Larger and closer observation re
vealed the fact that the noise and foam
were the surface of a strong and full tide
of earnest business. Hundreds of dele
gates were watching closely every move
ment and turn of the proceedings, and
hour after hour they kept their places
and their alert attention. There was
nothing perfunctory; eager interest,
quick perception of the drift of discus
sion, prompt response to suggestion or
appeal, were the marked characteristics
of the assembly. There were leaders
but no bosses. Expression was remark
ably free, sometimes a bit injudicious or
ill-timed, and occasionally a surge of
mere sentiment carried the mercurial
majority quite beyond their reckoning.
But lapse was usually followed by recov
ery. The proposal, once actually voted,
to censure the press and exclude the re
porters, was the most complete and un
fortunate loss of balance betrayed by
the convention. That incident should
be a warning to all future gatherings of
the Y. P. C. U. To lose the head is to
lose the whole body.
—Raising the "deficit” has become a
regular order—though not advertised—
of the Young People's National Conven
tions. This time it was uproariously
good natured, and under Dr. Perin’s
skilled manipulation went considerably
beyond the required limit. Eight hun
dred were called for; over a thousand
pledged. Some of the delegatee think
this the most profitable session of the
convention. They hope the deficiency
will continue to come up and the cash
to come down. It is good to give, they
say. The more of it the better and the
merrier. Our own feeling is that the
exercise is becoming monotonous and in
view of the amounts reported as raised
during the year, indication of a want of
financial foresight. In plain terms it
costs too much to run the Y. P. C. U.
machinery. The expenses are out of
proportion to the sums used in mission
ary work. Add to the direct expenses of
organization the indirect expenses of the
annual convention and we have as much
money absorbed in the incidentals of
the Y. P. C. U. movement as is expended
directly for mission work by the entire
Universalist Church.
—Now we do not question the great
value of the young people’s convention.
Merely as a religious demonstration and
a stimulus to faith and courage it is, we
are inclined to think, worth all it costs.
But it could not be kept up on that
basis. The moment it should be looked
upon as an end it would collapse. It
lives and.thrives now because all think
of it as a necessary incident and spon
taneous expression of a great work
which the young people of the Univer
salist Church are carrying forward. And
the continuance of the disproportion be
tween operating expenses and the
amounts applied in missions and church
extension will presently tell on the en
thusiasm and vitality of the organiza
tion. So we advise a careful study of
the situation to see if it is not practic
able to save some of the money that
goes for official and personal expenses,
and apply it to missions. At the con
vention let us raise funds, not to pay a
deficit, but to build a church or hire a
missionary, or do other direct and con
structive work.
—The recommendation of the Execu
tive Board to hold the next session at
the same time and place with the next
convention of the Young Peoples’ Re
ligious Union of the Unitarian churches,
proved the moat agitating subject intro
duced. The readiness with which some
delegates interpreted the proposition to
mean that an amalgamation of the two
bodies was intended, led others to be
lieve that some such purpose was enter
tained. As usual many irrelevant ques
tions were brought into the discussion
and a quite superfluous amount of feel
ing was developed. On the proposition
10 merge the two organizations into one
the voice of the church would be over
whelmingly in the negative. It would
mean a larger gathering, at leaBt for a
few years; but Ibbs unions interested,
less work undertaken, less business
done, and finally faction and extinction.
Anything more embarassing to both
parties could not be suggested. It is a
purely sentimental project to which
sensible men and women will not com
mit themselves. But exchange of cour
tesies and union mass meetings, leaving
all legislation and administration to the
separate bodies, may not be objection
able and may be helpful.
—A new feature of this session was
the congresses, which also were the oc
casion of bringing Dr. Wilbur F. Crafts
before the Y. P. C. U. The profession
al reformer is not likely to engage the
sympathetic interest of young persons.
When reforms reach the stage that
they are in the air, the young feel the
spell of their influence and kindle
quickly to the word of the advocate.
But it is quite otherwise while they are
under nurture and are slowly forcing
their way to public recognition. Dr.
Crafts iB the apostle of a number of
reforms which have not yet touched
the public sympathy. The observance
of Sunday, the suppression of the sa
loon, Christian sociology and Christian
citizenship, are not in all the thought of
most people. But Dr. Crafts has a phil
osophy of life and of society that under
lies all his reformatory ideas. He is so
expert, so clear headed, so facile, bo full
of facts and figures—rhetorical as well
mathematical—that he is instant mas
ter of the platform. He carried the con
vention with him and poured knowledge
and inspiration into waiting minds
from an apparently exhaustlesB foun
tain.
—The relations subsisting between
the Detroit pastor and his neighbors
appears to be exceptionally fraternal.
It was pleasant to greet so many of the
city pastors on the convention platform.
They were unaffectedly cordial in their
manner and particularly happy in the
expression of their sympathy. On Sun
day the number of pulpits opened to
clergymen in attendance upon the con
vention wub an object lesson in denomi
national fraternity. Much more sig
nificant is such a practical exhibition of
Christian fellowship than the yards of
pious declamation about “unity” sent
forth by men who are careful never to
embrace any opportunity to put their
talk into act. Humbug should be left
to professional showmen: let love be
without hypocracy. The beauty of the
city, the heartiness of the audience, the
ample and admirable arrangements, the
spirit of fraternity manifest the un
waBting energy and enthusiam of the
delegates united to make the Detroit
convention one of the best of the series.
Canton theological School.
The diatoms, single celled plants of
the seaweed family, are so small that 3,
000 of them laid end to end scarcely
suttke to cover an inch of space on the
rule.
OUR CONTRIBUTORS.
SANTA CATALINA.
BY J. W. HANSON, D D.
I can wish the tourist, the pleasure
seeker or the lover of nature’s most
fascinating features no better ex
perience than to visit the Pacific
shores from Santa Barbara to San
Diego. There is a score of places on
the immediate coast, any one of
which will produce enthusiastic ad
vocates of its superiority over any
other locality, and it may truthfully
be said that if there was but one of
them it would be good enough for
anybody,— better than any other
place in our wide land as an all
round summer-and-winter resort.
One advantage they enjoy in com
mon is the uniformity of temperature.
There is very little difference be
tween January and July. There
are days in December as warm as
any day in June. There are days in
July as cool as any day in January.
The warm wrap is wanted much of
the time in summer and the sun um
brella in winter. When the icy
surges beat the iron-bound Atlantic
coast and the unhospitable shores
repel all approach, the Pacific waters
of “ The American Italy,” warmed by
the Japan current, are a summer sea
sparkling beneath a summer sky.
For example: the water at Long
Beach is 60 degrees in January and
68 degrees in July, while in Savan
nah, almost exactly opposite, it is 50
in January and 84 degrees in July.
The average temperature in San
Diego for a single year was January
57 degrees, J uly 65 degrees, difference
8 degrees, while in Chicago it was,
January 25 degrees, July 73 degrees,
difference 48 degrees; in Naples, It
aly, January 46 degrees, July 76, dif
ference 30 degrees. Sea bathing is
common every month in the year and
no one could tell by the water or the
air, by (he seeing or the feeling,
whether it was summer or winter.
To my mind the most fascinating
spot of all is the island, Santa Cata
lina, (Saint Cathari e). It lies some
twenty miles off the coast from Los
Angeles, something in appearance
like Capri off Naples, though further
off, and appears from the mainland
as if it were one of the Sierras towed
out to sea, and anchored there. It is
a mountain 2,700 above the water,
craggy, precipitous, but with numer
ous sandy or pebbly beaches; the
eastern shoreward coast protected
from the prevalent winds, the trade
winds, and the western shore nearly
always foam-fringed and picturesque
with the Pacific surge.
A daily steamer from San Pedro,
the port of Los Angeles, occupies two
hours in one of the most delightful
of voyages. The Hertnosa is a splen
did boat, and its passengers rarely
experience any of the discomforts of
a sea voyage. Countless gulls, cor
morants, loons, pelicans, and ravens
float in the air or on the water; an
occasional whale is seen; flying fish
pursued by the veracious tuna dart
from the waves; and one reaches
the little port Avalon, a crescent
shaped harbor, with scores of cot
tages, hundreds of tents, and several
excellent hotels, with a sense of fas
cinated delight.
It is one of the most peaceful, rest
ful places I have ever found. Those
who know me will scarcely credit the
story that I napped two hours every
afternoon of my stay! Tennyson
does not exactly describe the place,
but the similarity of the name sug
gests the spirit of the locality.
“The island of At lion
Where falls not hail, nor rain, nor any
• snow.
Nor ever wind blows loudly. . .
. . . Crowned with summer sea.
That is it, a summer isle in a summer
sea, where one can dream away the
time between the many attractions
that compel him to visit them.
I have never seen the place where,
sitting on the hotel porch or at the
door of cottage or tent, one is lapped
in such infinite repose. The glassy
harbor, the twenty miles of white
capped brine, between island and na
tive laud, the vast Sierras bounding
the horizon, their summit snow
capped much of the year, the moun
tains and the sea unite their influ
ences to Footbe and rest the soul.
And this any day in the year, for it is
alike in mid-summer and mid-minter.
A delightful experience is enjoyed
by those who would explore the se
crets of the sub-marine world. In a
glass-bottomed boat, or with a glass
bottomed box, the eye can penetrate
fifty or sixty feet of depth and be
hold such scenes as the eye elsewhere
cannot see. The refraction of light
is overcome and the marine vegeta
tion of every hue of color and form of
beauty is gently moved by the never
wholly quiet waters, with a grace of
motion that ordinary vegetation can
not approach. Along the bottom sea
shells are strewn, and enormous gold
fish, purple mullets and creatures of
varied shapes and variegated hues
float, and are perfectly visible
through the transparent medium.
Occasionally a huge barracuda or
bass darts along, a sea tiger in pur
suit of prey. The waters are an un
rivaled aquarium whose secrets are
perfectly revealed.
A visit to the seal rocks is a great
experience. A row of six miles or a
ride in a naphtha launch brings you
to a group of cliffs scattered over
which are seals and sea lions, some of
immense proportions. So tame are
they that we can almost touch them
with our oar, and as their hoarse
barkings—their “bark is always on
the sea”—fill the ear, and their ele
phantine gambols churn the water, it
is a source of unique pleasure of
which one never tires.
A horse-back ride over the sum
mits, or a stage ride on the new route
along the peaks, is the experience of
a life time. The latter is now in pro
cess, and when completed will be
twenty-five miles long, entirely across
the island, and will be one of the
grandest in the world which no visitor
should omit. There are places from
which one looks almost perpendicu
larly down on “the wrinkled sea,”
and across the water to the main
land, as he goes among pretty can
yons and amid scenes of bewildering
grandeur.
Of all places on the sea here is the
yachter’s paradise. The waters are
blue summer and winter, aquamarine,
or peacock blue, equally calm, always
“pacific’' describes it; and yet unlike
the Atlantic it is never “dead calm,”
the “white squall” never invades;
but a wet sheet and a flowing sea
and a wind that follows fast” may be
enjoyed from month to month with
scarcely a difference in weather.
And such fishing! Children and
women and the timid may catch from
the wharf rock bass up to several
pounds each, and other fish. Some
times a yellowtail f almost any
weight under twenty pounds. But
from a row boat yellowtail, sea bass
weighing several hundred pounds,
barracuda, the great tunas that fully
matches the tarpon in gameness and
surpasses him in size and strength,
and multitudes of others are found in
great abundance.
I have seen a single angler capture
in a morning’s fishing several hun
dred pounds, with rod and reel,
among which were yellow tails of
twenty-five pounds each, barracuda
nearly as heavy, and a sea base, or jew
fish, weighing more than two hundred.
I have seen three tons of sardines
netted at a single haul of the seine.
And I must here tell an original
fish story “all which I saw and part
of which I was.” One lovely morn
ing Mrs. Hanson and I were floating
on the placid water looking down into
the submarine wonders below us,
when we heard a scream above us and
looking up a thousand feet or so,
we 6aw on a jutting crag that
“Fierce gray bird with bending beak,
And angry eye and startling shriek,”
the white-headed eagle. I was just say
ing that he was waiting for an osprey
or “fish-hawk,” to come and catch a
fish when he would rob him of his
prey, for the “bird of freedom” is no
fisherman, but gets his living by rob
bing that industrious marauder, the
osprey, when the osprey appeared,
darted like a bolt from the sky, and
seized a large fish in his tremendous
talons. But his grip was not tena
cious enough, and rising with his
prey a little way it wriggled from his
grasp and fell into the water near
our boat. The fish was so crippled
that it could not go below the surface,
and I pushed it towards the shore till
I could wade, when I jumped from
the boat, and threw it in. On reach
ing shore I weighed my prize and
found it to be a barracuda that
tipped the scales at ten pounds. I
bad no rod, reel, hook, line or bait,
and yet I captured as fine a fish as is
often seen. For the information of
of old friends East I may here add
that though there is on Catalina an
Annanias club, composed entirely of
fisherman, I am not a member so
that my story can be depended upon.
In former years I was very familiar
with the Atlantic coast, have in fact
explored it from New Brunswick to
Florida, but never have I seen any
thing to compare with the shores of
the Pacific, and chief of all with the
magic isle, Catalina. The peaceful,
restful island—mountains and their
lovely reflections; the serene and
soothing atmosphere; the gentle
heaving of the ocean’s breast and its
quieting lullaby; the ideal tempera
ture, summer and winter; thesubma
rine wonders of vegetable and ani
mal lifealways accessible to the view,
the ineffable and inexpressible charm
of all, the whole year round place,
“the Summer Isle,” at the head of
the manifold attractions with which
“The American Italy” is crowded.
No one should go from southern Cali
fornia without seeing Catalina.
Pasadena, Cal.
“ ONE BELIGION ONLY.”
BY REV. MARION CROSLEY.
Rev. James Gorton, in his article
on the subject, “There is but One
Religion,” as it appeared in The Uni
versalist of July 3rd, has set my
thoughts to work somewhat in the
following fashion:
It is, indeed, true that there is but
one “pure and undefiled religion,
while there are a great many re
ligions in form and even in spirit.
There are also certain striking re
semblances among the religions of
the world from the fact that our hu
manity is the same everywhere.
Bro. Gorton misses the mark in
my estimation when he assumes that
a “creed or dogma, whether true or
false, is not religion, nor is it any
part of it.” I venture the affirmation
that there can be no such a thing as
religion without a creed. There can
not be even the form of religion with
out a form of belief. A religion, true
or false, grows out of what is be
lieved. An erroneous belief leads to
a false religion, while a true belief
tends to a pure and a holy religion.
What a man believes is a leading
feature in his religion. It is forever
true that as a man thinketh, believes,
in his heart, so is he.
Belief is the foundation, the start
ing point in the growth of the soul.
We might as well declare and say
that the roots of a tree are no part of
the tree, or that the foundation is no
part of the house, as to affirm that
belief is no part of a man’s religion.
We cannot have the trunk or branches
without the roots, and the fruit is by
no means possible without roots,
trunk and branches. A house can
not be of service to liv> in without a
safe and a sure foundation. What we
call religion is the product or fruitage
of what is believed. A tree is known
by the fruit it bears. A man is
known By the life he lives. The
fruit of the tree partakes of the na
ture and quality of the roots, trunk
and branches, and a house assumes
in its process of building, size and
form in accordance with the founda
tioD.
And it is well to keep in mind the
fact that there is never a time when
roots and foundations can be dis
pensed with. A tree needs its roots
just as much while bearing fruit as
while growing to the fruit bearing
period. A house cannot dispense
with its foundation after it is occu
pied any more than a man can dis
pense with his creed or ignore his
creed after he begins to live a well
1 ordered life. If our beliefs have no
connection with the higher modes of
life what great big fools we have all
been since we have had under consid
eration the revision of our Winchester
Profession of Faith. Why discuss mat
ters of belief at all? Let us give up
our opinions, stifle our convictions,
put out the fires, and say to the ma
chinery of thought, be still. We can
get along without taxing our brains
to get at the truth. If we give up
our principles and declare that belief
is a humbug, where should we go,
for it is the words of truth that giv
eth life to the spirit in man. I can
see no way of doing if we abandon
our beliefs except that we take wings
and fly away into some far away cor
ner of the universe where there is
nothing to do but to be forever at
rest. If we suppress our convictions
and put an end to all forms of belief
stagnation will set in and death will
soon follow. If we become a creed
less sect we shall, to say the least,
live at a poor dying rate.
In connection with the greatest of all
the commandments we are enjoined
to love God with all the mind as well
as with all the heart, and how can we
love with the mind except as we do
some thinking, and how can we think
to any advantage without formula
ting a belief, or constructing a creed.
Our religion, whatever it may be.
must partake of what we have both
in our heads and our hearts. We live
essentially as we think and feel. 1
cannot go to church and worship
God only as I believe in God. I
must formulate a creed concerning
God or else my worship will be non
productive cf good. I cannot visit
and help my fellowman to any ad
vantage to either party unless I be
lieve iu the great common brother
hood of the race of man. If I love
God and serve him as I ought I must
believe in him as the God and Father
of all, as being above all, through all
and in all.
I cannot receive or use the truth
only as I believe the truth. It is
in the believing of the truth that we
are made free. Christ was not only
the way and the life, but he was the
truth as well. It is the truth that
points out the way and produces the
kind or quality of life we ought to
live. The very life we are living day
by day springs from our convictions
and is but the result of our thoughts.
As we grow and improve in our be
liefs so shall we advance along the
lines of the graces and virtues of the
life eternal. We do not and we can
not grow in grace only as we grow
in a knowledge of God and his
truth; and with the fact before us
that we cannot possess the truth only
as we develop a creed, we find, there
fore, that a creed is vital and always
necessary in the formation and
growth of the religious life. Our
ideas, ideal, visions and beliefs find
expression in the creeds we make.
It is, therefore, very necessary that we
put into shape the very best creed
the united wisdom of our church can
devise and then be governed in our
daily lives accordingly.
Norwich, Cord.
A SUNSET.
BY REV. O. C. EVANS.
Viewing a sunset a Bhort time ago
with a friend, in the fullness of his
heart he exclaimed, “What need
have we of a Heaven, having such a
world as this?” My eyes were
opened and I was regenerated. That
evening sitting on the front porch
of a house located on the top of a
high hill in the city of Janesville, I
saw the great picture of life. The
sky was not bright, but all along it
was tinged with saffron. The colors
of the rainbow were so artistically
blended, that no eye could see where
one ended and the other begun.
Artists look upon such a picture
with emotions that an angel might
well feel, and are never able to re
produce it. Viewing such a scene,
Emerson once exclaimed that “Even
the cattle seem to think great and
tranquil thoughts. ’
The summer foliage clothed in its
most beautiful color, charmed my
eye and inspired my soul, as it
seemed to bathe itself in the flood of
golden light. Looking away in the
distance, the hills stood out in per
fect distinctness. Over in the west
tern sky, the sun, seemingly, was
saying good night to the day,clothed
in some of the richest colors and
most delicate tints that nature ever
reveals. No wonder the gentleman
felt, “having such a world as this,
we have no need of a heaven.” The
light coming from that distant fiery
orb, seemed to kiss the foliage with
the tenderness of a mother singing
to her babe its lullaby song. A little
brook down in the valley below,
caused by an afternoon shower, was
hurrying on to join its waters to the
great waters of the sea. And I
thought how striking the course of
that little brook to the course of hu
man life. Out of the great sea of the
past, some mysterious power dropped
us upon this planet, and now we are
hurrying on to join our lives to the
great unknown.
I consider that half hour a day of
life. It may have been a year of
life; it may have been a life time. It
is not necessary to have been upon
this planet twenty years in order to
have lived twenty years. Some people
have existed for three score years
and ten and have not lived a single
hour during their entire time of space
occupancy. It was a half hour of
pure delight, a time of rapture for
the human heart; and I thought
surely it is not necessary to sail the
seas and scale the Alps in order to
find beauty. Surely God is reveal
ing himself as much in the present
as when he thundered from Mount
Sinai.
Beholding the glories of that half
hour, I thought, need I sigh for the
glories of the days that are gone?
Need I, in impatience and discontent,
dream of the glories of the days that
are to come? Cannot I also find glory
in the day that is?
Fort Atkinson, Wls.
—"Plainfield, N. Y.,” says "The
Church Economist,” “claims to have
originated the ‘church bicycle run.’ It
was found that an actual majority of
the young people in the Congregational
church rode the wheel. Last Saturday
the Christian Endeavorers of this
church bad a bicycle sociable and pic
nic in the woods. The ‘Epworth League
Bicycle Squad,’ which visits neighbor
hood churches awheel, is another vari
ation. This is a new phase of ‘itiner
acy,’ and certainly far more enjoyable
than under old fashioned conditions.”
® llniversalist Thought
^ . OUR OWN WRITERS,.
Dedication Hymn,
(Tune America.;
Joy dwells in every soul,
Praise would ber mead unroll, \
Let rapture swell!
Sing! oh ye people sing!
Bid song your tribute bring
To God our heavenly king,
Our love to tell.
This house we give to Thee
May it thy temple be,
Pure, undeiiled,
Firm on God’s truth divine
Built we this house of thine
Oh, may thy iove sublime
Dwell in each child.
On thy strong arm we lean
Trusting thy power supreme,
Thy care so true.
Thy love can never fail
Though sin and death assail,
Thy spirit will prevail
All to subdue.
—Ida Keyner Martin, Ethel, Mo.
The Christ that We Need.
It is this Christ in the Bible, in the
church, in the life of the world, that wo
need. He reveals God to men; ho
comes to show us that be is the son of
God. But that God has other sons,
that "we are the eons of God,” and that
he is our elder brother. He came from
God to tell us that we are all "heirs of
God and joint heirs with Jesus Christ.”
He reveals the God-like and the God
likeneesin men, and shows us how we
may walk with God, and “become ono
with the Father.” He is the light and
the life of men. He is the revelation of
the Father’s love to his children, the
man Christ Jesus, who came to show us
the Father. He is not "God the Son”
as some teach, but “the Son of God,” as
the Bible teaches. ThiB is our faith.—
Rev. W. M. Jones.
Words at Commencement.
My young friends, when this com
m encement is over and you weigh the
coBt to the parents of this education of
yours, the labor and sacrifice, realize
how faithfully you have been equipped
for the future, your heart will swell with
gratitude. Resolve to repay them with
upright manhood and womanhood.
When you go out into the night and be
hold the beauty of a matchless Kansas
night, feel that over you is love divine.
Since the beginning and through time
and eternity, love will, as it ever has
labor for you and for me. Love God,
follow Christ, keep your hearts tilled
with love. You have not seen your best
or happiest'daye. A life in love growB
happier and better to the very end. All
your best life lies before. Go forth with
faith, hope, and love, but the best of
these is love.
God watch over you and keep you in
all your^ways.^and save you at last with
a perfect salvation.—Ren. C. L. Ball.
The Summer Sunday,
If there is a credulous soul who imag
ined that any perceptible remnants of
the Puritan Sunday are left to us, he
had better study the methods of observ
i ng the day in the great metropolis. He
will realize that it is too late to talk
about preserving the Sunday of our
Sires. It has entirely disappeared. The
American Sunday of today is a totally
different day, in its spirit and its works,
from the Sunday of forty years ago. The
old observances area tradition. The old
feeling toward the day is a memory.
The American Sunday may not be the
so-called "continental Sunday.” But
n either is it any longer the day in whose
r ather strict and wholly serious atmos
phere the children of forty yearB ago
were trained. In the interests of "clear
thi nking,” as Joeeph Cook used to say,
let us not talk any mere about "preserv
in g” that which has wholly gone by. It
is time now for us to begin to consider
what we can make of the Sunday of the
future, out of the confused and opposite
views which are held about it today.—
Rev. J. C. Adams D.D.
Gravitating to a Higher Citizenship.
Let us rejoice in a decided gravitation
toward the highest and noblest type of
citizenship which is going on. The tirst
type is in disrepute. The thoroughly
mercenary man must go, and is going.
The second type has almost outlived its
necessity. Patriots as they existed in
the olden days are not needed now.
"The devotion of the individual to the
corporate welfare was one of the first es
sentials of success in societies which ex
isted primarily for military purposes,
where the struggle for existence was car
ried on mainly between organized bodies
of men. We had accordingly, in that
stage of society an extreme sense ot de
votion to clan of country.” Put we are liv
ing under a new order; we are not, in
this land at least, in battle array. Peace
is our motto and peaceful is our spirit,
Love is our ensign. Hence, as one of the
keenest observers of this generation has
said, there is a gradual and steady de
cline of patriotism of the ancient type,
and an increase of patriotism of a Chris
tian kind. The people have been taught,
ere Jesus came, to render unto Cmsar
the things that were Caesar's. Christ
and his followers have taught them the
loftier duty of rendering unto God the
things that are God’s. And that thing
which is especially dear to the heart of
God is the welfare of the whole family
of mankind.—Rev. Henry R. Rose.

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