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and in like manner smiles Minnehaha through though all do not possess the golden spell which the shadows of the night. We have not time to commands admiration and worship? The voice quarrel with Mrs. Browning about figures of of the soul whispers that happiness is not purspeech. The audible smile is not as meaning. chased by riches, honors, or adulation. All these less as the "thunder of white silence," an ex- may be allotted to the same person, and may fail pression that disfigures one of her poems. But to relieve his aching heart. For him fate has we are losing sight of Minnehaha. As we pass the same arrow as for others; death the same away over undulating prairie-lands the murmur unquestioned right. If he has spoken lying of the fall grows fainter and dies upon the ear- vows, broken confiding hearts, oppressed the Fare thee well, O Minnehaha!"

poor, or despised the claims of his God, & palace of gold shall not cover him from punishment.

Likewise beauty gains the homage of the world, FORTUNE'S FAVORITES. but insures not blessings to its possessors. Visit

the envied belle when the voices of mirth and ·

flattery are silent, and she has only solitude for HE cause of life's happy and disastrous events her companion. Vain is her attempt to still the


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most popular is, that Fortune is all powerful, and and repose. Conscience has power to make the dispenses her favors and her curses to whom she softest couch a bed of thorns. Few persons, will, regardless of truth and virtue on the one whatever may be their station, are so exempt hand, and error and impurity on the other. from common joys and blessings as to find no

In the light of this theory heroism, self-sacri- | flowers blossoming by life's pathway. They fice, and Christianity, upon her altar, are unac- spring up from smiles, sweet words, and tender ceptable offerings. No voluntary acts can secure sympathies. The young mother rests upon her her favors; but each suitor, like lottery patrons, homespun pillow and praises God for the gift of must await a pleasant or unhappy issue. Intel her first-born. Riches shall never impose on lect is not essential to her favor. She calls forth him its cares, nor luxury contaminate his heart. no forsaken gems from the “dark, unfathomed Happy mother! Fortune is not unkind to thee caves of ocean.' Crime may dwell in palaces, while thou canst look upon earth's splendors as shame be covered with golden tinsel, and the a mockery. So in thousands of humble homes utterly brainless bask in the sunlight of her ca- are the blessings of peace and happiness. Here, pricious smiles.

too, not unfrequently, are the dwelling places of The beautiful are accounted her especial favor- genius. Heroes are not always found in the ites. She reserves for them the most honored thickest of life's battle. A cottage in the wilderseats within her splendid court, and for their

ness may contain some "mute, inglorious Milcharms rewards them with happiness. Every ton.” Had the hero of our Independence nerer thing that man calls great and desirable comes left the walks of private life, in his retirement he through her bounty. She fosters the pride and would have been animated by the heart of tbe ambition of earth; creates thrones, titles, and great Washington. dominions; and, in a word, is the estimable au

To be great and happy, then, does not necesthor of happiness.

sarily imply the existence of riches. There is a These, and similar conclusions, are entertained spirit within us that determines our destiny. respecting life's events; thus making the reward Upon the turbid ocean of life we encounter many of the worthy not the price of self-exertion and

a threatening tempest. If we will, that spirit devotion to honor, but the free gift of the god shall bear us safely above every billow. But if dess of fortune. This theory holds out no en.

we sigh for the good which is blindly called forcouragement to the humble heart that hopes to tune, or, possessing it, neglect to create riches in gain eminence by its own struggles. It does not

our hearts, in vain will have been our earthly recognize the power of the human will to over- pilgrimage. come all opposing obstacles and force Fortune

This great truth should be received with the into obedience to its commands. Said Brutus consideration which it deserves. Especially upon the field of Philippi:

should it take a prominent place in the education

of childhood. While the young are being daze “There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune."

zled by the splendor of the rich, and, in imagina

tion, are placing themselves in similar positions, Here is embodied a more genial interpretation mingling with their dreams and aspirations should of life's mysteries. A way is opened before us be the conviction that the good alone are Forwhich leads to success and honor. And what tune's favorites.



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THE MINISTRY OF CHILDREN. would their life-song be one of angel sweetness.

But the highest, holiest song which ever enrap

tured the living soul would be wanting-gratitude HO can tell of all the sweet life which bub- for redeeming love! With what passing loveli

from the heart of a child? Can we ness has Jesus shown his love for children measure the song of a bird, or define the aroma “Suffer little children to come unto me, and forof flowers? And yet the bird enchants us, and bid them not; for of such is the kingdom of the gentle flowers delight us. So we feel the heaven." “Jesus took a little child and set him sweet influence of children in our homes. Their in the midst of them, and when he had taken buoyant and rosy health, their artlessness and him in his arms he said unto them, Whosoever glee, win for them a place in our hearts which receiveth one of such children in my name, rewould be void without them. How their wonder-ceiveth me.” Are they not ministers for good ? ing souls look confidingly out to ours from their “A little child shall lead them.” earnest eyes! What glad surprise when new truths dawn on their minds! What strange meanings do their little brains conjure up! It

KITTY. is only in life's sunny dawning that the heart is most fresh, and frank, and confiding. Did you ever notice the introduction of children when

WHEN the wild flowers bloomed

On the green hill-side, they first meet each other? A look and smile,

And blushed by the sweet singing rill, which lights up a returning look and smile from

Sweet Kitty, I said, the little stranger, and they are friends. Love

Will you, love, be my bride? unites those artless souls, and happily it is sealed And Kitty she whispered, I will, with a rosy kiss, and perhaps a gurgle of frank

I will; words—"I like you."

Sweet Kitty she whispered, I will. Is it not a joy to think of the sweet trust they When summer with silver repose in us? How their little, loving hearts are

Had tasseled the birch, swayed to grief or glee by one word or glance 01 't was with a rapturous thrill from us! Ah! the gentle mother knows this

We stole o'er the green as she quietly soothes the impulsive, restless

To the little white church,

Where Kitty again said, I will, child, or sweetly approves of every little success.

I will; How many of us can revert to our childish days,

Sweet Kitty again said, I will. as the time when all sweet affections bud and

Wben autumn had stolen blossom in the home sunshine? How the dear

The breath from the flowers, sympathies of a loving mother have encouraged

A shadow crept over the sill, us in our school-tasks-in our varied little trials!

And Kitty went out The kind reproof; the patient bearing with our

From that bright home of ours, freaks and frolics; the words of cheer; the daily To the church-yard, so lone and so still, recognition of the divine Father; the little,

So still; trusting prayers which our childish lips were So mournfully dreary and still. taught to repeat; the sweet "good-night”—all Some time when the wintery these, and more, are the scenes by which the

Wild winds blow, young soul is fashioned.

And sweep the dead leaves from the hill,

I'll lay me down there Children, by their sweet sympathies and win

'Neath the cold drifting snow, ning caresses, by their mirth and joy, their merry

Where Kitty lies dreamless and still, laugh and frolic, by all that completes the life

So still; of careless innocence, are earth's sweetest min

Sleeping so dreamless and still. istries to the pure life beyond. They give to the

But up where the summer troubled and care-worn fresh gleams of a happy

Days never grow cold, and cheerful life. They are earth's angels, win Nor zephyrs turn heavy and chill, ning us back to the heaven from which we have

My sweet, sainted bride, sadly strayed.

To my heart I'll infold We never meet one of these little ones, not

With a holy and heavenly thrill,

I will, even the ragged children on the street, but we

And Kitty will love me there still. see the angel of love looking out from those bright eyes. God bless them! They are the sweetest episode of life's history. Would that WEEP not that the world changes; did it keep none of human discords might mar them; then A stable, changeless course, 't were cause to weep


The seasons will return;

Flowers will bloom

Around thy tomb, Still we shall mourn!


We laid thee in the sod,

And lowly here,

With many a tear, Left thee with God!

I sit on the grass beneath the oak

And hear the river flow,
And watch the wreaths of curling smoke

Float up from the village below.
From the dim, old woods that skirt the plain-

Where the sun goes up at mornThrough the fair, wide fields of whitening grain,

And the ranks of tasseled corn,
Far up the slope of the sunny hill

There speaks to my listening ear
The summer wind with its tremulous trill,

The same I used to hear.



But not the same as of long ago

Are the words of the song it sings; All the joy of life seemed hovering low,

Like a dove with half-spread wings. And I stretched my hands for the radiant prize

In the warmth of my wayward glee, And dreamed, as it flashed on my childish eyes,

That mine it should always be. Alas! alas! for the weary years,

With their sad and sure decay, They have dimmed my eyes with dust and tears,

And my bird has flown away.
My hands that were tireless through all the day,

Are hardened with labor now,
And the gold of my hair has turned to gray,

And wrinkles are on my brow.
I have climbed o'er long and rugged slopes,

With trembling and with fear,
And all along are the graves of hopes

I have buried year by year.
But not alone on my wearied frame

The touch of time has told;
In the fruitless struggle for wealth and fame

My heart has been growing old.
So the river may be as clear and bright,

As it flows to the far-off sea,
But it can not bring the vanished light,

Or waken the olden glee.
And the voice of the wind may gwell as strong,

Or murmur as soft and low,
But it can not sing the same old song

It sang in the long ago.

I see it still; long years possess no power

To blot the cherished memory from my heart;
I've pondered its lost beauties, hour by hour,

Until they of my being seem a part.
There's not a flower that fringed the garden path

But to my mind is living, blooming yet;
No humble daisy but its sweetness hath

A home-like charm that I can ne'er forget. The hemlock bending o'er the garden wall,

The mossy stone beneath its tufted shade, Where oft I watched the evening shadows fall,

And traced the forms the quivering branches made, The rose-trees that above the cottage door Linked their green boughs all starred with fragrant

bloom, The very hue the dark brown homestead wore,

The cheerful light in every pleasant roomAll these are memories that with passing time

Grow stronger; happy memories that bring The cadence sweet of many a household rhyme,

The merry strains that childhood loves to sing. For me those songs have now a sad refrain;

An undertone blends with the music sweet, Voices that I shall never hear again,

Smiles that, on earth, I never more shall meet. A mother's love no more will haste to bless,

With welcome sweet, the weary child's return, To soothe each pain and care with soft caress,

And gild with hope life's lesson sad and stern. Often I sit, as daylight gently dies,

And call the happy hours of childhood back,
Choosing alone the pleasures that arise,

The golden spots along life’s varied track.
The plays, the task, the lesson learned at school,

The pranks mischievous that still make me smile, The speechless dread of some forgotten rule,

The sports we tried, such terror to beguile,
The prayers around the hearth at morn and even,

The care that curbed our will at every turn,
The gentle hands that pointed us to beaven,

The catechism that we could never learn, Rough tumbles 'mid the freshly-ripened hay,

Wild frolics 'neath the orchard's laden trees, The long, cold search for flowers in early May

These are among my childhood's memories. Dearest of all, to me than life more dear,

The loved, loved voice that 's now forever still, The fair, sweet face, the sympathetic tear,

The low, green grave beside the sheltering hill.



Thy soul its wings unfurled,

And we 're alone,

For thou art gone To the still world!

This is thy place of rest,

Through þope and fear

Thou comest here To be God's guest.


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THE SPIRITUAL DISCIPLINE OF HUMANITY." As an | vinely-prompted action. The parent bird prompts the eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spread- young one by her “fluttering,” etc. God must prompt eth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her us before ever we shall act aright. He gives the imwings; so the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no pulse. strange God with him." Deut. xxxii, 11, 12.

II. THAT THE MEANS OF THE SPIRITUAL DISCIPLINE The passage suggests two introductory thoughts: OF HUMANITY INVOLVE A VARIETY OF DIVINE ACTION. 1. The spiritual function of nature.

What is the “Stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, grand moral office of the visible creation? To reveal spreadeth abroad her wings," etc. 1. Here is a stimGod. The risible is the mirror of the infinite Invis-ulating action. It is said that the eagle breaks up her ible. God reveals himself through creature existen nest to induce the eaglets to fly. Is not this a picces. No words can fully reveal him. There is no ture of God's dealing with his people? Abraham, part of nature, however humble, that does not reveal the Jews in Egypt, the disciples on account of the something of him. He compares himself to the first persecution, are examples. He takes health, “rock”-the “sun," the “lion,” the “eagle," etc. property, friends, children away, to stir us up to acEach shows a divine something; but all—the whole tion. 2. Here is an exemplary action. The parent universe, can only reflect a fow rays of the infinite "Aluttereth over them" to show them how to use Sun.

their wings. God teaches by example. The pillar 2. Man's great duty in relation to nature. What is was an example in the wilderness. Christ is our exthat? To study it: study it not merely to discover ample now. In Christ we see how we can act, and riches, formulate sciences, etc., but to see God. If ought to act. 3. Here is a protecting action. “SpreadGod made every thing to reveal something of him eth abroad her wings.” It is said that when she self, we should look at every thing with this view finds her young ones weary or unwilling, she spreads look at the universe as a gallery filled with pictures her wings, takes her brood upon her back and of God-pictures, not of his person, but of his attri soars with them aloft. In order to exercise their butes, tendencies, relations. Natural history is a strength, she then shakes them off; and when she glorious Bible-& Bible, however, unstudied by the finds that their pinions flag or that an enemy is dear, millions. It is God's first scripture; but few have she darts beneath them with surprising skill, and at ever rightly read it.

once restores their strength, and places her body beThe subject of the words before us is The spiritual | tween her young and the danger that threatens them. discipline of humanity.


The "eagle stirreth up her nest” in OF HUMANITY IS EVER THAT OF PARENTAL AFFECTION. order to ind the young ones to use their energies. What but the parental instinct of kindness stimulated Naturalists tell us that when the eaglets are old the parent bird to do all this? That kind instinct is enough to fly, the kind and industrious parent breaks an emanation and divine reflection of the feeling up the nest and forces them to fly to some neighbor- wbich the great Father bas for his countless offspring. ing crag. The object is to induce them to make use That parental love is the spirit of the disciplinary of their own powers. This God says he did with the system under which we live is evident from numerous Israelites. Man's powers are either inactive, or Scriptures. wrongly active; in either case he tends to ruin. If the parental affection is the spirit of discipline, What is right action? Let us take the answer from two practical conclusions follow: 1. That there should the incident before us. 1. It is a constitutionally-befit- be on our part a cordial acquiescence. Our Father ting action. What does the parent bird require of knows what is best. He knows what we require. 2. her eaglets to do? Just that which they are made That there should be on our part an endeavor to realize to do-put their little pinions into action and mount the end of discipline. Job felt this. Job xxiii, 10. toward the sun. We are made to love, study, and Psalm lxvi, 10-12. serve God. 2. It is a self-reliant action. The parent If we are nestling down in material comforts, O bird seeks to make her young ones trust their own eternal Spirit, do thou, like the imperial bird, chosen powers. Self-reliance is not self-sufficiency. Self-symbol of thyself, break up our resting places, force reliance is the condition of progress, and implies a us to the right use of our energies, and guide us into trust in moral principles and in God. 3. It is a di the sunny realms of thine own glory!


THE PRAYER AND ITS ANSWER." And the children

hold secret, direct, individual intercourse with him, of Israel cried out unto the Lord. And the Lord said spreading before him their own and their country's unto Moses, Wherefore criest thou unto me! Speak unto woes. They are the salt of that large assembly, and the children of Israel that they go forward. But lift to the low “ Abba, Father” of each of those subdued thou up thy rod, and stretch out thine hand over the sea, hearts the Father of spirits responds, “Wherefore and divide it; and the children of Israel shall go on dry criost thou unto me?” ground, through the midst of the sea." Exodus xiv, 10,

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS.—Unto the upright there 15, 16. If Moses had not had God to look to at this trying compassion, and righteous.” Psa. cxii, 4,

ariseth light in the darkness: he is gracious, and full of juncture, when, after having led from Egypt the un

A mother was amusing herself with her child, who armed tribes, the waters of the Red Sea rose before them, while the chariots of Pharaoh and his mighty might be about two years and a half old. After give

ing it the breast, and fondling and kissing it, she men closely pursued behind—if he had been a strang

asked, Shall I now die? and, euiting the action to er to prayer, in such circumstances Moses must have

the word, clo her eyes an been miserable indeed! For through his agency the

lay motionless and children of Israel had left Egypt, and now they

still. The child gazed at her for a while, and then

began to weep bitterly, as if some dreadful thing had seemed likely to perish in the desert. The Israelites cried unto the Lord openly and happened. On this she pretended suddenly to revive,

addressed some sprightly words to the little one, audibly, and it was right they should. Public calam

kissed it more affectionately than before, and the ities ought ever to be met by public humiliation; but probably Moses, that meek man, did not lead the de- consequence was, that now it sobbed and wept for votions of the people, for at the time he was the re

joy, as it had previously done for sorrow. Gotthold verse of popular; nevertheless, his prayer went up

was present and could scarce refrain from weeping

too. He reflected: This is just what sometimes takes with theirs, and, eminently typical of him whom the Father heareth always," it was to his individual place between myself and God. Under outward cry in the midst of that vast multitude that God re

and inward temptations I lose all sense of his comsponded.

fort, help, and protection, and then it seems to my “Who touched me?" asked the Lord Jesus Christ, at a moment when tho multitudes thronged

burdened heart as if he were dead. In the end, hom. and pressed him on every side; and “Wherefore

ever, I always find that he has intended merely to try criest thou unto me?said God, at a time when the

my faith, love, prayers, tears, and aspirations. And

0, how great is my delight when he once more sheds voice of a whole nation was loudly invoking divine

upon mo the immeasurable flood of his loving-kind. assistance.

ness and grace! It is not here necessary to go minutely through the details of the mighty deliverance wrought by God on

I recollect, proceeded Gotthold, on the same occa

sion, having been told the following story: A prudent this occasion for his people. Every one conversant with Bible history is familiar with it; but every one

and pious lady observing her husband deeply dejected

on account of some misfortune which had befallen may not have remarked its connection with the prayer—the unrecorded but implied prayer of Moses. him, so that he could not sleep at night for care, pre“Wherefore criest thou unto me?" said God; and

tended in the morning to be still more disconsolata

than he, and gave way to lamentations and tears. that very night, for “he holdeth the wind in his fist,"

As she had spoken cheeringly to him the evening behe sent a strong wind, and caused the waters of the Red Sea to recede on either side, so that Israel might astonished and asked the cause of her sudden grief.

fore, and exhorted him to dismiss his sorrow, he was go through on dry ground; and when Pharaoh and his host dared to pursue the favored people, they

Hesitating a little, she replied that she had been sank as lead in the mighty waters.

dreaming, and that it seemed to her that a messen

ger had come from heaven and brought the news that One idea particularly is suggested by the passage

God was dead, and that all the angels were weeping. of Scripture just considered; it is this—the immenso value of individual prayer in the midst of the congre

Foolish woman," said the husband, "you koos

right well that God can not die!" “Indeed," replied gation. Honored be the statesman who, when the

the wife, “and if that be so certain, how comes it sword of war or of pestilence is unsheathed, is not ashamed to counsel his country to place itself, by

that you are now indulging your sorrow as immoderprayer and supplication with thanksgiving, behind ately as if he really did no longer exist, or, at least, the shield of the Almighty! And a goodly and an

as if he was unable to set measure and bounds to our imposing sight it is to witness a whole assembly affliction, or mitigate its severity, or convert it into a bowed before God; but in such an assembly what a

blessing? My dear husband, learn to trust in him, largo proportion of apparent worshipers merely go

and to sorrow like & Christian. Think of the old through a form, and leave the building in which they

proverb, had congregated without having communed with

• What need to grieve, God! Alas, that it should be so! Still-wonderful condescension !-answers are accorded to those pub- Verily, my Father, didst thou not live, I would not lic supplications; but chiefly, it is probable, with myself wish to live another hour! And if sometimes reference to those-known of God—who, thinly thou seemest to be dead, I will not cease to rouse sprinkled through the crowd, and scarcely conscious thee with my prayers and tears till I sensibly experiof its presence, are there simply " to see Jesus”

ence again that thou art the health of my counthose who, isolated within themselves in that crowd, tenance and my God.

If God still live?'"

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