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LEVI L. TATE, Editor.
VOL. 14.-NO. 5.
THE
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LEVI L.. TATE,
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CHOICE POE'l KY.
MY ROSE.
BY TUB INVALID.
I had a Hose, n blushing Hobc,
A Undtr little flower,
Which Mnnmcd in u-onilcroui loveliness
Within my garden bower.
The evening zephyrs kissed its brow,
And left bright Jewels there,
The clear and pearly drops of dew,
80 glittering and fair.
The morning shed its fairest beams
Upon Its little It react,
And jo)o'isly the humming-bird
Hipped honey from its crest ;
The rotibin sang its sweeten! kong
To cheer each loiuly hour,
And all hearts loieil the little Uose.
Which graced my garden bower.
Ytt mill it pined for realms cf light,
T11 reach its native home ;
That genial clime, where chilling Hinds,
And storm may never come;
To bloom hemde the crjktal stream,
And in the pasture green ;
Wheic only uinaratittiiuu (lowers,
And vernal shrubs arc twin.
Nor could our fondest luic detain
Th4 gently little (lower,
Hut for a eiason brirf, though trectt
It blest our earthly bower ;
Then faded from our sight, to bloom
In itn own native- clime',
In loneliness too fiir for earth,
Untouched by blight ur time.
THE ORPHAN.
Happy children 1 oil I heard them
SliijUting ; " I'lithcr cornel"
As hi! from bin toil, aweuriud,
Xfiiri his humble home,
Then he c.UU hu pratlmg household,
I'untly, to bis knee,
I look and list' 11, but alas t
No father calls for me.
In her cheerful palace-parlor
Hits a mother ienr,
CireM by her cherub treasures,
11-ippy. ull the year.
An the gleeful children in tier
Komlling arms I ece,
I cannot s resile down the righ.
No mother fondles in?.
Homo are happy all around me,
Whcresoe'er I go ;
Full of little merrymakers.
Who no sorrow know.
Yen ; I r;c tliuin bright and happy
Happy as can bu ;
Oh, It t me never envy them
Uut there's 110 home for me.
Towards the little homehsu wanderer
Art 11 father's part ;
To I Ik bigbing of the lone one
flivc a mother's heart.
Then 1 lie orphan, blithe and happy
Happy as can be,
No more tliall wake the sad rrfraui .
But thtrc'g no hope for me.
SELECT STORY.
THREE SCENES IX A LIFE.
IiV DAISY HOWAnO.
" My heart is thrilling high with hap
piness to-night, Jcar Arthur. Aro you
very turn you will always love me as you
do now J"
" Darling, I shall loarn, with each pas
sing year, to Iovo you more fondly ; it
shall he the one effort of my lifo to insure
your perfect happiness. May my hcait
cease to heat when, by word or deed, I
bring sorrow upon your head." Aud tho
moonlight falling upon tho speaker's up
turned brow, almost glorified it. It fell,
too, upon shining hair and tear-gemmed
ejos of sweet Carrio Stanley, who gazed
with loving trust upon the handsome, ear
nest faco of her lover.
'Twas the bridal night of Arthur Clare
and Carrio Stanley. Thoy stood by tho
window, gazing upon tho sublime and beau
tiful bcenery bounding Carrie's home. As
Arthur ceased speaking, Mrs. Stanley canio
to bid them hasten below, as tho guests
were assembled, and the man of God wait
ing to utter tho solemn words which would
wcavo together these two young lives for
ill time. Tho sacred words wcro spoken,
and friends crowd aroud with congratula
tions, but Carrio hears only the low sobs
of her widowed mother, and the tearful
blessing of the old pastor, who lores her
as his own child. Tho picture we gaze
upon is very sweet. The fair, young bride,
with white ro-cs wound among her glossy
hair, and looping up the folds of the rich,
white satin dress, aud tho clear blue eyes
ever seeking the face of her young hus.
band. As cue reads upon that glowing,
happy faco tho eecrot of his lore for her,
fh fluttering heart lettles down into a
sweet content j and fancy, looking down
the long vista of coming years, sees only
rose-tinted clouds and bright hopes, all
meeting a rich fruition. Ah! woman's
heart, so easily attaches itself, is so depen
dunt and clinging in its naturo ever reach
ing out for some loving heart whereon
to loan but I digress. Look well upon
this picture fix the sweet faco of Carrie
Clair upon your heart; for never again
will your eyes rest upon the happy, radi
ant face of the child-bride.
Ah I what a fairy spot ! WJiose beau
tiful homo is this wo seo just outside tho
city of W , with tho tiny lawn of cm-
crald-grcen, and tho porch covered with
clambeiing vines 1 'Tis tho homo of Car
rie Clare, the wife of six years. Entering,
we will scat ourselves in a quiet corner ;
and all unseen, will gaze upon the changes
time has wrought. Arthur Clare is little
changed ; yet something is missing from
his eyes, and the white brow wears not the
open, fearless look of yore ; and Carrie,
tho peerless one, whom he had one to love
htm iu thdsc halcyon hours of long ago,
what has the passing years brought to her ?
Has happiness filled her heart and home,
or has the serpent trailed through this
Edcn-likc home ? Ah, mo! "The trail
of the serpent is over us all.'' So should
wo wonder that the blue eyes shelter them
selves dreamily beneath tho snowy lids,
urtliat the faintest trace of sadness should
linger around tho beautiful lips, or grieve
that the rich glow of her cheek has faded
to the faint tint found among the inner
leaves of the blush-rose ? I fear mo there
is something hidden in thy heart, Carrie
o'er which thou hast wept and prayed.
Everything betokened comfort even ele
gance. The traces of woman's sweet fan
cies linger everywhere. The tilkened cur
tains were looped with flowers ; and from
numerous vases ranged arouud tho room,
stole fourth the bweet perfume of those
sweet messengers of happiness, hearing the
glad tidings o'er forest aud hill, that sum
mer is coining to gladden our hearts. A
handsome piano stood in one corner with
a flute lying upon it, which told (or should
tell) a tale of pleasant evenings. Sad that
so deep a cloud should loom at times about
the master's brow, or that so deep a sor
row should be nestling away down in the
depths of Carrie's blue eyes.
" Arthur, will you accompany mo with
your flute, whilst I sing mother's now
song !"
" Excu me, Carrio j I do not feci mu
sical, but will listen to your song."
A low bigli told the wife's disappointment
at the failure of her innocent plot to chase
the sadne.-.s from Arthur's brow. Once
more there is silcnee iu that pleasant par
lor. Then Carrie, rising, scats herself
upon a low scat at her husband's feet, aud
the bright head is laid upon his knee.
Unconsciously his fingers stray among the
soft curls ; and Carrie's heart bounds with
joy, as slio realizes that some outward
thing has shadowed his brow, that he loves
her still. "Will you not read aloud, Ar
thur 1 'Tis buch exquisit pleasure to have.
you read whilst I sew."
11 I cannot to night, Carrio, darling.
Oho ! You almost ruin me, in spite of
myself. Rut I am weary, my pet, and
full of unrest. I could not concentrate my
thoughts upon tho most brilliant work.
Carrio walked to the window, to hide
the tears that would not bo crushed back ;
and Arthur, rising hastily, said :
" Carrie, I must leave you alono again
this evening. Business calls mo to tho
office to-night."
As hu spoke, Carrie's whito arms wcroj
wound about his neck, aud her tearful face '
pressed against his own. j
' Why ! Carrie, why these tears ? I
shall return by ten o'clock." j
" Oh, Arthur, don't go out to-night, I1
beg of jou; stay with me this ono evening
please do, I will bring your dressing
gown and slippers j and you can rest upon
tho sofa, if you do not feel well. I will
read to you, or be ittll to you though I
am a woman just as you wish. Ah, Ar
thur, which shall it be ?" and tho old girl
ish smile, of raro sweetness, rippled over
tho face even while tho lips quivered.
" It cannot bo to night, darling !" and
pressing a passionate kiss upon tho plead
ing lips lifted to his, Arthur Claro hurried
from the room. Rushing wildly through
tho hall, ho decended tin) marble steps;
aud as ho did so, struck his forehead with
his clenched hands, and in tones of agony
littered the words :
" Eternal curses on the earth ! I swear
that, if luck is mine to night, and I win
enough to clear mo of thoso wearying debts,
I will forever give up this absorbing pas
stou. I nm bewitched, infatuated ; led
shout by a power Icantiot resist ; and yet,
AND BL00MSBURG GENERAL ADVERTISER.
'TO HOLD AXD TRIM THE
BLOOMSBUKG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA-, SATURDAY,
........ uiim ui my iiegiecicu wile, l am
r irtn I i..ni t . i . . . t
wretched, cvch with tho painted cheats in
my hands ; Carrio is ever before me, and
memory u-ill conjure up pictures of my
poor darling -not as she looks now, out
worn by weary watchings but as sho was
when I won her from her happy homo,
where tho shadow of care or grief never
reached her and my boy my noble boy
what a heritage of shame aud woe thy
tatlicr is laying up for thee 1 Oh, mad
ness i madness ! If I win this night, 1
will never touch a card again, so help mo
Heaven I"
Thus it is ever. If a man sin, ho must
surely suffer. The noble soul of Arthur
Claro was filled with anguish, and yet he
would not root from out his heart this ono
sin. I say "noble soul" for, though fal
Ion, ho was still such kind, gentle, with
almost a woman's tenderness filling his
heart, ho was worthy yet of tho prayers
Carrio nightly offered up, pleading for
blessings upou his wayward head.
And tho sorrowing wile. Long sho sat
in silent anguish; then hope, as it will do,
whispered : "Ho may return to-night early,
business may call him away." And a look
of relief passed over her face. Ringing
the bell, she gave orders that when Willio
returned ho should come to her, in place
of going to bed. Poor, lonely mother!
were it not for that brave boy, thy heart
would break.
Little footsteps upon tho stairs, a sweet
clear, childish voice, and in another nio-
ment the mother's arms are arouud herboy. ' guutlc Inoth(.r. Willie, you have never
Ihe child s eyes search the room, but'si.cu i1Pr ,,. , , ...
where is the father for whom hois looking?
' Iiere is papa .' I want to tell him of
the beautiful music wo had to niirht.
"He has gone out upon business ; but if
you are very good, darling, you may sit
until he returns. The mother forgot her
fears in wntrliimr tlm line's i. .;... c.
, J ""fe""
uu iuiu in giowing language, ot Ins eve
ning's pleasure. Talking thus, the hours
pas-ed till ten o'clock ; then Willie's eyes
g.-ew heavy, and Carrie seating herself at
tlie piano, . ang over her favorite songs.
rio time crept on, and the weary look deep
ened on Willie's face, and the mother's
heaat sank, and the tcais filled her eyes.
" Will Pupa come soon ? I am getting
very tired, mamma."
" Yes, he will come soon, I hope. Try
to keep awake, darling poor mamma is
so loneiy.
Tho brave, manly boy opened wide his
great blue eyes, saying :
" I am not sleepy, but tired."
Then placing himself upou his mother's
knee, ho said :
" Do not cry, mamma. Willio loves 1
you, and will not leave you till papa comes i
home,
All iu vain tho wish to keep awake.-
fioon tuo wlnte lids drooned hcav lv. and
.
then entirely closed over tho beautiful eyes
of blue. Slumber had stolen upon her lit-
. 1
j tie son ; yet still Carrio sat holding him
J till her arms grew weary, listening to ov
j cry passing footstep. Oftentimes her
heart bounded, as she fancied thoso foot-
stops stopped at her own door; but tho
poor heart sank again for the loved one
came not yet.
Eleven twelve o'clock rang out, clear
and startling; then Carrio carried her
sleeping child up stairs, and, gently re
moving his garments, robed tho little pol
ished limbs for rest. On till tho " wo
sma' hours" lengthened toward tho morn
ing, tho wife sat liting eagerly watching
for him who camo not. Rut, alas ! no
sound reached her car but her child's gen
tle breathing, and tho boatings of her own
heart that heart filled with a thousand
nameless fears for his safety who was her
"all on earth." Even Willio lying before
her in safty, seemed not half so dear to her
as tho absent one who might bo in dang
er. Long sho sat silent and motionless,
then (as is often tho case, even when a
loved lifo is slowly wanning) tired nature
became clamorous for rest ; and with fast
falling tear, she laid her check close by
her boys, aud in sleep found what tho
tired heart is ever longing for forgetful
ness.
Iu a gloomy frame house in the suburbs
of M , a woman lies upon, a narrow
cot-bed, ill and dying. Tho air is hot aud
stifling ; and the noise of crying children
and harsh voices enter the window from
tho crowded court. An air of poverty
and misery prevades the room. Tho only
relief to its dreariness is the geutlo suffer
er. Mark well tho puro, whito brow, and
sunkeu blue eyes ! Surely, this cannot be
tho cherished, pelted child of tho widow
Stanley ,tho gentle darling of Arthur Claro's
heart I Ah ! sweet Carrio, her bouuio head
so low ! poor, faded flower 'tis even so,
Alas ! the graceful limbs lie languijHyjwwj.
TOUUII OF TltUTII AND WAVE IT
reer riots in tho veins, and tho wings of searching for her clothes, the widow found FAULT SEEKERS,
tho angel Azraol arc folding about her. j an old, faded paper. She recognized it as It is easier to cavil than to applaud
Como nearer, -Willie; it grows dark, that exquwt liitlc song, Tho Widow's 1 easier to carp than to appreciate. The
and I would hold you once more to n.y Child," which she had long ago given to 1 voice of praise bow and feoble.it ksues
breaking heart. I am dying my darling
boy. Oh, that I could hold you tightly
clasped to my heart, and thus carry you
sinless spirit to God ! Willio, Willio, how
can I leavo you in this bitter world, with
out a mother's caro I Oh, for a few short
years of liTe to shield my darling from tho
storms which will beat upon his bright
head ! Come closer, little son ; lay your
hands in mino, and promise that you will
never forgot me, or tho prayers and hymns
I have taught you."
' Mamma, Mamui, do notdioand leave
me hero alono. I will not let you die !
God is not good to take you from poor
Willio !
" Hush, my child ; you grieve inc.
Mamma will bo so happy in heaven, and
will watch over you from tho blue sky.
God will take caro of you," and sadly the
dying mother parted tho golden brown
curls from off his brow ; and her anguish
ed eyes gazed lovingly far down into the
tear dimmed eyes of her darling her lov
ing boy, her patient friend, and only com
panion for three long years. Tho boy
strove to hush his sobs, lest ho should grieve
his worshiped mother ; hut tho slight form
quivered with emotion.
" Willio, when mamma lies sleeping
j su ,.(.na.ii, vuuieiiiiru, you
IlltlSt Iiui Wltll veinr rr'iiirli,,
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! 6,10 w:n 1,0 a s(!Cn,l ,nt.,,.r .,',
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long to see her once more my loving
mother. When she comes, Willie, tell her
mamma's last request was, that she would
forgive your father, and love and comfort
him.
fell her that hu never snnk :i
harsh word to mo that that "
Rut the words died in an indistinct
whisper ; a slight shiver passed over the
graceful limbs, and the freed soul of Carrie
Clare was with G .d.
When Arthur Clare returned to his home,
a sight met his eyes that filled his soul
with never-dying remorse. Rjfore him
lay his sweet, patient wife, dead ; and
Willio lying motionless, with his arms
witll
nounu arouuu nis motncr s neeu. When,
moans, he would have lifted
him, the child turned such a faco of lovo
upon him, that the strong man bowed his
head and wept aloud.
" Hush, papa; sho sleeps speak softly."
" Ah ! Willio my boy, sho sleeps but a
droamless slumber. Come witli mo, my
bOll."
" No, no j mamma will ween aud fret if
sh 'f Q,,d luii,SC3 Willie-sbo weeps
i en ill m mi nnw." nun ntinn mnrn Mm
, "v" " ",wv" "'"T
ing head is laid uijou his mother's cold
breast.
Alarmed at his looks and manner, tho
father called in a neighbor, a woman, who
gently removed him, and, still sleeping,
laid him upou his little cot; then sadly
prepared Carrie's beautiful form for tho
grave. In searching through au old trunk,
sho found a simple white dress, with which
fho robed her still from. Then folding
tho small hands upon the quiet heart, she
left the mourner alono with his dead wife.
Dead aud through his neglect! Ah!
all in vaiu do tho hot tears rain over tho
sweet faco, and glitter among tho soft,
brown curls, and dampen the polished brow.
In vaiu docs the cry of '"Carrie, Carrie,"
ring out through the quiet room. Tho lov
iusr lips arc mute the blue eyes scaled
the hands which but an hour ago, would
have been flung lovingly arouud his neck,
aro motionless. What reeks it now that
this night ho has won money enough at
tho faro-bank to buy back tho pleasant cot
tage that Carrio loved ! She heeds it not ;
sho hath found a homo "eternal iu tho
heavens."
On tho morrow, came the widowed moth
cr, iu time to see the dust piled above her
darling's head. Willio lay upon the bed,
when she entered, alone; and so sadly
changed from tho plump little fellow of
five years ago, that sho did not know him.
" Who aro you, my boy! whose house
in this t"
" I am mamma's little Willie. My mam
ma went to heaven yesterday; I heard her
singing among the angols last night."
Over tho bereaved mother's grief wo
will draw a veil. Mr. Clare entered, and
would have approached her, but sho moved
him away. From a fiieud she had loam
his cruel treatment of her gentle child
learned all that tho loving Carrio had so
carefully hidden from her. Ho niado no
rcsistauco when told of her iutcntion to
tako Willio home with her,
Tho boy still
O'ER THE DARKENED EAltTli.'
Arthur Clare. Tho sight hardened her
heart more and moro against tho grief-
bowed man, whoso late repentanco could
not restore her child. Sho handed him
tho paper, and in answer to his "what is
it, mother ?" sternly answered :
in What L gavo you tho night you
bore my daughter from her happy home,
promising to lovo and cherish her forever.
Shall I read it to you Arthur Claro V '
" As you will, mother, for my heart is
already broken."
In firm tones she read tho touching
words :
"Deal Rfivtly thou w hen fir away,
'.Mid ttr.uigir .cene h r fu(.t rthall rove :
Nor let thy tcmlerr rare decay
The boul of woman lied in love.
"And HliouM.t tli.iti wondering mark a tear,
Unruticioiis from her c)clidd break ;
11c pitiful uml goolh the fear,
That man's Mrong heart can nu'er partake.
"A ni'illier )iUtls iter pun to thee,
on thy true lrcn.t to sparkle rare ;
The places 'nentli thy hniHt-hold tree,
The idol of lur loudest rare.
"And by thy tru.t to be forgltcn,
When judgment walks in terror wild,
lly all thy treasured hopes of Heaven,
Dout gently with it widow's clnlJ."
Alt, stern woman ! probe not too deeply
tho bleeding heart! Memory has carried
him back to that bright night, aud pic
tures the peerless beauty of his bride.
Now his eye rests upon tho pale, wan face
before him, beautiful iu its waxen purity,
as the . snow-white jas.niue-upon tho white,
glistening shoulders, now shrunken from
their beautiful symmetry upon the closed
I eyes and compressed lips ; and maddened
by tho sight, he rushed wildly from tho
house, and wandered all night and next
I day till the hour for burial, alone and des
perate. Willie seeing his father's grief,
! repeated his mother's parting request, that
her own loving mother should deal gently
with hererring husband. Tho widow was
melted to tears ; aud, kneeling, she prayed
for strength to forgive the man who had
broken the heart of her only child ; and
strength was given her.
The coffin was lowered into tho grave,
and the sod piled above the broken hear
ted. Then tho stricken woman laid her
hand upou the arm of Arthur Claro, and
said : " My son, return with us. 1 have
much to say to you." Together tho sorrow
ing ones returned to their desolate homo ;
together they mournfully reviewed tho
past; and when at night thoy parted,
kindly words spoken and mutual tears bhed.
Mrs. Stanley and Willie left by tho night
train for tho former's home, their hearts
swelling with grief ; yet in the heart of
Mrs. Stanley dawned a faint hope, that
through the great sorrow that had fallen
upon them, tho father of Willio, tho idol of
Carrie's heart, might yet be reclaimed.
" When you havo settled your business,
Arthur, come to us at my quiet home j
together we will strive to tread the truo i
path, so that when this life is over, wo may
rejoin our loved ono in heaven."
Tur, Mississiri'l. The Mississippi pos
sesses all the attributes of a great and no
ble stream. Receiving contributions from
such a great variety of large and far-reach'
ing branches, it is not to be wondered at '
that its waters aro not of the limpid de-1 ordered flowers in tho garden of his heart,
scriptiou. Flowing through a champaign on his faults as tho weeds, sown by an en
country unequaled in point of beauty and envy, that must bo rooted out with tender
fertility in the universe through forests est hands, for fear that some delicate violet
dn-k with the lapse ot'centuiics, and which of promise may be be plucked up with tho
yet resound with tho yell of the aboriginal nightshade besido which it grew.
Indian ; under every variety of climate, j SUouW it )10t bo llie ,)0rpctual aspiration
from tho snow and wild-rico lakes of tho nf that mnn wlm lmnp m nssm.intn will,
north, it traverses the whole of tho tempe
rate zone, aud heaves its amazing volume
of waters at the Lino. Tho primeval for
est, the fairy islet, the hoar and castellated
crag, the silent prairie, the mysterious sep
ulchral mound of a shadowy race long
since passed away, tho dwellings and works
oi a civiuzeu race, mo advancing wave oi
an energetic people, acsuiii'ii lo go ioriu
.rom ,e nrst mcr.uian anu encompass me
world : these are features worth v of a river
'
sucn as tno .ui-siss.ppi. Aim www us
wild luxuriance remains unchecked and
unmodified by tho hand of man, it is not
strango that its occasionally erratic waters
should, under a burning eun, send forth '
pestilential exhiiltations, destructive, in
instances to life itself. Such evils will dis
appear beforo the improvements of tho
whito man. His industry will behold ouo
of its rewards in tho subjection of thoso un
doubted hindcrauces to many, who, theso
things apart, would rejoice to fill up a re
gion which offers so many decided advan
tages to themselves and their offspring.
ter A good key ia necessary to enter
APRIL 7, 18Gf
from tho generous and discriminating few ;
its tone is readily drowned by iQ loud
cries of condemnation roared from the lips
of tho captious million. No talent, no taste
no information are requisite to qualify the
self-constituted censor for his office.
' A man uiu.t nerve hit limp tonery trarto
?ave censor rrilics all tire rrnrfy mmlr."
says tho poet These surgeons of litera
ture pass through ho college, and chrn no
diplomas, to establish their right to cut and
slash, dismember and decapitate, the fair
offsprings of mightier mind. Walter
Sctott aplly designates them as "tinkers
who unable to make pots aud pans them
selves set up for menders of them."
In Ait as in Literature, their eyes search
out defects alono, aud are as blind Id beau
ties as bats to sunshine. Iu the wonders
of seieuco they behold not the marvels she
has achieved but the desirable endsshehas
failed to co'tnpasJ.
Their indulgence of this fault-finding
passion gradually renders them skeptical
of the existence of all genius and greatness
all truth aud triumph. They believe in
nothing but tho earths imperfections and
man s short coinings.
Rut it is in tho evcry-day contact with
humanity that this condemning hypocriti
cal spirit proves most tormenting and most
disastrous. The constitutional fault seeker
never makes a ncv acquaintance without
tearing the unlucky individual s character
to pieces, to bearch out all its crooked
turns, sharp angle.s,aud weak points. If
the.uature he is dissecting chance to be one
enriched with many virtues viitues which
the ready censor never himself possessed
he tries to drag it down to his own level,
by pronouncing its graces assumed and its
goodness spuiious. If, on the other hand
it be a temperament full of faults, ho glo
ries over their discovery, and points them
out with eompassionless zeal. lie never
admits, as excuse, tho plea of inherited
evil, the lack of early discipline, the con
tagion of forced association ; and ho nev
er dreams that he is prone to tho same
failings himself, but lifts up his eyes aud
hands and thanks Heaven that he is "not
such a1 man." Not a foible escapes his
keen scrutiny ho drags tho merest weak
nesses into broad light aiagnifies them
into vices, unsparingly judges and con
demns tho culprit, and wholly that ho is
making a merciless law by which ho will
bo judged iu turn.
Is it thus that the angels, with their
pure eves, look down on mortals? Those
eyes pierce the coarse veil of flesh, and
gaze into the depths of tho spirit; there
fore all our imperfections they must sure
ly see; but upon these their holy contem
plation never dwi-lls. They seek out the
hidden gems of the mind, and toiling re
move the surrounding ore of evil, and ecu
tly polish the lea-t valuable jewel, with the
attrition of circumst juee, until all its spar
kle is developed. Thoy search out aud
foster every little, weak, struggling germ
of goodness.givo it the suushinj of their ce
lestial smiles, aud when it droops, -as
though about to die, pour upon it tho re
freshing rain of their pitying tears. The
look upon a man's virtues as the heaven-
angels hereafter to makothis, his prepara
tory life, approach as noraly as possible
to the lives of tho wished for companions
of his future 't If ho would cultivate the
angelic within himself, (which alono can
bring him in communion with angelic ex
istences,) he mu-t cast out the spiiit of
f.luit-.,eekiiig, and substitute in its place
taat lovi,lg gazo wlliol, Ijeliolil.s th
least
,)recious gem of worthi tll01,h Ltuicil
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uuiiuiuu me nine oi liiniuiitv utaL uoiv
vision which discovers the feeblest shoot of
virtuiJ) thougll overshadowed by the flauu
ting weeds of Folly. Ar 1'. .algcr.
IttT LU no one supposo that by acting I reflecting back his sunshine, gratefully
a good part through lifo ho will escape thanking him for tho light with which it
slander. There will bo thoso who bate has been made to glisten, and for tho glad
him for the possession of the very qualities j nc of which -it is tho solitary speetator,as
that ought to procuro esteem. There aro i's grandeur it looks dowu upon tho
somo folks in tho world who aro not will- laughing valleys. Tho tuuo to which heav
ing that others should do any better than en n,d earth are set, is tho same. In
themselves. . heaven they sing, "Tho Lord bo ajcalted ;
let his name bo magnified forever." And
BaT An old soaker, down catt, ac -
counts for bis cvcrlistinii thirstincss. bv tb
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YOL 24.
SABBATH HEADING.
SPURGEON'S GEMS.
A hf.kui.kss spirit is a curse to tho soul;
a rash, presumptuous conversation will cat
as doth a canker. "Too-bold" was never
Too-w ise nor Too-loving. Careful walkin"
is one of the best securities of safe and
happy standing. It is solemn causo for
doubting when we aro indifferent in our
behavior to our best Friend.
That maniac nonsense about God do
ing his own work and our sitting still and
doing nothing, ought to havo been buried
long ago. I know not how to character
ize it : it has done us immense damage.
We know that God has accomplished his
own work ; but he always has worked and
always will work with means.
Ir you would find God, lie dwclleth on
every hill-top, and in every valley ; God is
everywhere in creation ; but if you want a
special display of him, if you would know
what is the secret placb of the tabcrnacls
of the Most High, the inner chamber of
divinity, vou must rrn w!inr, vm. i.
church of truo believers, for it is here he
makes his coritiuual residence known in
the hearts of the humble and contrite, who
tremble at his word.
Happy the day when every war-horse
shall bo houghed, when every snoar shall
become a pruning-hook, and every iword
snail be made till the soil which once it
stained with blood. It is of that my text
prophesies, and my text naturally brings
mo to that, as tho great climax of the gos
pel dispensation. This will bo the last
triumph of Christ , before death itself shall
bo dead ; death's great Jackal, war, must
die also, and then shall there bo peace on
earth, and tho angel shall say, "I hav
gone up and down through tho earth, and
tho earth silteth still and is at rest ; I heard
no tumult of war no noiso of battle." This
is what we hope for. Let us fight on with
dilligeuce and carucstlio'ss.
Christ must ho his own architect.
He will bring out different points of truth
in different ways. Why, I believe that
different denominations aro sent on pur
pose to set out different truths. There aro
some of our brethren a littlo too high, thoy
briug out better than any other people tho
grand old truths of sovereign grace.
There arc some, on the other hand, a little
too low ; they bring out with great clear
ness the great and truthful doctrines of
man's responsibility. So that two truths
that might have been neglected, either ono
or the other, if only one form of Christians
ity existed, are both brought out, bdth
made resplendent, by tho different denom
inations of God's people, who aro alike
chosen of God, aud precious to him.
Suppose some one entering heaven wcro
to say to the redeemed, "Suspend your
songs for a moment 1 Ye have been prais
ing Christ, lo, these six thousand years
many of you hao without cessation prais.
ee him now these many centuries ! Stop
your song a moment ! pause and give your
songs to some one else for an instant."
Oh, can you conceive the scorn with which
myriad eyes for the redeemed would smitu
the tempter? ''Stop from praising him ! No
never. Time may stop, for it shall be no
more ; the world may stop, for its revolu
tions! must cease ; tho univcrss may stop its
cycles and tho iiwwngs of its world, but
tor us to stop our songs never, never!'' -
and it shall bo said, ''Hallelujah, hallelu-
jab, hallelujah, tho Lord God Omnipotent
rcignetli ! '
IIkavkn siugeth evermore. Before the
throne of God, angels and redeemed saints
extol his name. And this world Is siiif-
ing too; sometimes with tho loud noiso of
the rolling thunder, of tho boiling sea,
of the dashing cataract, and of the lowing
cattle ; and often with that still, solemn
harmony, which floweth from tho vast ere-
, 8. when n hj
i ... ...
Such is the song which gushes in silcuco
from tho mountain lifting its head to the
sky, cOveriug its face sometimes with the
wings of mist, and at other times unveiling
its suowwhi'.e brow before its Maker, and
, the earth eingcth tho samo; "Grtat art
I thou in thv works. Jl.IiilliTOliini'viW