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 SELECTED FROM THE WRITINGS OF 
 
 MRS. P. ANN ETTA PECKHAM 
 
 AUTHOR OF "WELDED LINKS. 
 
 PRfCE, 81.50. 
 
 SAN FRANCISCO : 
 
 AMANDA M. SLOCDM, BOOK AND JOB PRINTER, 
 612 Clay Street. 
 1877. 
 
COPYRIGHT 
 
 BY MRS. P. ANN ETTA .PECKHAM, 
 1877. 
 
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DEDICATION 
 
 With unfaltering faith in the universal love of God, whose mercy 
 to His children "endureth forever," I most lovingly dedicate "CUT 
 TINGS" to the memory of those brave Reformers, who, ignoring per 
 sonal glory and regardless of the emoluments of fame, have labored 
 earnestly for the promotion of truth and the advancement of that 
 which pertains to the interests of mankind. 
 
 MRS. P. ANNETTA PECKHAM. 
 
 SAN FRANCISCO, December, 1877. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Destiny 5 
 
 Memory 6 
 
 Man 8 
 
 Nature s Offering 13 
 
 Hope 14 
 
 Envy 15 
 
 Truth 17 
 
 Nothing But Ashes 19 
 
 Happiness Defined 22 
 
 Cast Your Bread Upon the Waters 23 
 
 Wine is a Mocker . . 25 
 
 Our Country as It Was and Is 39 
 
 Is Man Intrinsically Evil ? 47 
 
 Harmony of Spirit and Matter 50 
 
 Has Revelation Ceased ? 54 
 
 Art 62 
 
 In Memory of H. C. Kibbe 63 
 
 Poem Dedicated to , 65 
 
 Faithful. Dedicated to 67 
 
 Press Notices 69 
 
CUTTINGS. 
 
 DESTINY. 
 
 Destiny is a spreading out on the canvas of time 
 the wonderful conceptions of God s purposes, which 
 have been inlaid in the magnetic cable of eternal 
 thought, to be separated into knots and skeins, as 
 warp and woof on the reel of eternity, and from thence 
 to be woven by the mystic shuttle of Irresistible 
 Will, in the loom of Incomparable Majesty into fault 
 less fabrics with which to clothe the perfection of 
 illimitable works. The tapestry of mortal life, the 
 adornments of earth and sky, the glory of angels, the 
 bliss of saints, are but the inimitable patterns of the 
 Almighty s design, transferred to the objects for which 
 they were designed. The developments of each day, 
 both in time and eternity, are but the results of the 
 unfoldments of the Almighty s purpose, liberated from 
 the girdle which encompasses Divine will. The vari 
 ous manifestations presented for human observation, 
 are as natural a sequence as the cycle of changing sea 
 sons. Time is the mighty power which unrolls the 
 coil wherein is deposited the hidden intents of the 
 Lord. The people who are yet to w r alk this earth ; 
 the statesmen who are to manipulate the affairs of na 
 tions yet unborn ; the orators, poets and scholars who 
 are to electrify human intelligence in the centuries 
 
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 before, she links the canvas of mortality to that of 
 celestial order, and weaves the fabric of time and that 
 of eternity into one scroll, while she follows rapidly 
 the unfoldings of the great mystical cable of eternity, 
 as God unlooses the coils from the hand of His Im 
 perial Majesty, giving to man the scope of the past, 
 present and future as a field for his explorations. In 
 this " house of many mansions, its treasures shall 
 forever multiply, imparting to translated souls a restful 
 labor which shall yield a harvest of perpetual joys, and 
 an eternity of new delights. 
 
 MAX. 
 
 From the circle of revolving cycles swung out into 
 active conscious existence by the pendulum of eternal 
 thought, came forth man as the outgrowth of Divine 
 wisdom and beneficence, being the positive creation of 
 Infinity, brought upon the arena of life in juxtaposition 
 to God, having received his spirit fresh from the breath 
 of the Almighty, bearing the Divine impress as a seal 
 of kinship, and an heir to immortality; he raises 
 above the physical of his being a superstructure 
 lasting as is eternity, inwrought with the embellish 
 ments of a crowned intellectuality, and a burnished 
 spirituality in which the Godhead is typified; he is 
 joined to Infinity by the link of immortality, and is 
 allied to God by reason of spiritual assimilation, and a 
 mental capacity for unraveling the principles in 
 wrought in the combination of elements which form the 
 
unity and harmony of God s mysterious laws. Grow 
 ing up into the full stature of manhood by the unity 
 of his spiritual and intellectual nature, he untwists the 
 riddle of life ; by the application of his soul unto 
 wisdom, associated with his intellectual unfoldment he 
 wears the signet of the Infinite upon his brow, and 
 becomes the associate of the purified, and with them 
 walks in the light, and takes sweet counsel of God. 
 He discerns the tides of life, and so gauges its streams 
 by healthful exercise and proper nutrition as to pre 
 serve the equilibrium of the body to the full measure 
 of its appointed years. By judicious discipline and 
 care of the mental, he becomes capable of traversing 
 realms of thought where nought but elements con 
 taining principles of Godhood may tarry. By his 
 spiritual clairaudient susceptibility he catches messages 
 wafted from spirit-land, giving him assurance of the 
 life which is to come ; and he triumphs in the promises 
 of immortality which are inscribed within the volumes 
 of his own soul. Unfolding their pages, one by one, he 
 becomes en rapport with the harmonies of God s 
 earthly temple, and there holds communings with ser- 
 aphims whose harmonious songs reverberate through 
 earth and sky. Wisdom and mercy have their habi 
 tations in this purified mansion ; there the lamps of 
 God are ever kept burning, rendering the otherwise 
 night of the soul luminous as the day. The flaming 
 swords of purity ever guard the gates of that structure, 
 that nothing which defiles may enter therein. Of all 
 created earthly intelligences, man is the only one with 
 an organization compounded of such parts that, being 
 in perfect harmony with himself, he can catch the in 
 fluences from without, and determine with accuracy 
 
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 the nature of the spiritual, intellectual, mental and 
 moral condition of those with whom he comes in con 
 tact, becoming in fact a highly sensitive psychological 
 scale, to enter whose presence is to throw off the 
 gossamer web which conceals the human character 
 from the gaze of those whose only province it is to see 
 material things through the natural vision. 
 
 These psychologic gifts, though inherent in man, 
 arc less frequently brought into requisition than any 
 other element in his nature, although being of the 
 utmost importance to guide him in his daily transact 
 ions of life, yet are they known less of than the minor 
 laws which pertain to the sustenance of the body ; 
 nor will they have their full unfoldment in man until 
 the spiritual and intellectual are inthroned as umpire 
 of head and heart, thus forming a perfect, harmonious 
 trinity of soul, body and intellect. Man thus attuned 
 has the windows of his soul opened, and light comes 
 streaming in upon his spiritual vision, direct from God, 
 the good Father of all intelligences; permeating, en 
 riching and purifying his entire nature, so that he is 
 enabled to behold spiritual and intellectual beauties, 
 and trace them in their rich unfoldments as readily as 
 he does the charms which are presented to his outer or 
 bodily vision. Man thus illuminated is not altogether 
 the subject of circumstances : he works out the de 
 velopment of hi> own character, having first put him 
 self in a condition by which the good Father works 
 through him to do His good pleasure. Being thus 
 disciplined, he is in accord with God, moving in spirit 
 ual harmony to the Divine will, and becomes receptive 
 to the teachings of angelic agencies, by which God 
 ha> ordained to bring men unto Himself. God and 
 
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 humanity are one grand body, of which God is the 
 heart and brain, mankind being the members. Intelli 
 gence is the nerve-work of this grand structure, and 
 like the human system, that which affects the remotest 
 part, the brain instantly takes cognizance of. So it is, 
 the intelligence of " a sparrow shall not fall to the 
 ground without your Father s " notice. By reason of 
 the superiority of man s intelligence, he is lifted to an 
 exalted position in this intellectual mesh-work of nerve; 
 and whatever affects him, be he Hindoo, Mussulman, 
 Pagan or Christian, sends a thrill to the responsive 
 heart of the universal Father, calling attention to the 
 child He has created, to a member of His complex, 
 yet merciful system. Hence it is that the thought of 
 man triumphs over space, and his soul-petitionings 
 reach the ear of the Almighty. Man walking in the 
 dignity of his intellectual, spiritual and moral strength, 
 has a soul affiliation to God, and is in communion with 
 Him " by whom and through whom all things exist." 
 Man is not left unto himself alone, aided only by sight 
 and reason. The good Father addresses Himself to 
 day to the understanding of man through the spiritu 
 ality of his nature, by convoy of seen and unseen 
 angels, as veritably as he spake to Balaam in the valley 
 of Pethor. Numbers: Chap. 22; verses 22 to 35 in 
 clusive. And His mighty love to man is none the less 
 now, than when He opened the spiritual eyes of the 
 Prophet that he might see " the angel of the Lord 
 standing in the way. And men even now have sore 
 occasion to say to the angel as did Balaam : u I have 
 sinned, in that I knew not that thou stoodest in the 
 way against me." " The mercy of the Lord endureth 
 forever," and " His hand is not shortened that it can 
 
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 not save," through the agencies of His divine appoint 
 ing. We are indebted to the ministrations of angels 
 for the wise teachings of Paul. Had he not, by the 
 Spirit of Christ, been arrested on his way to Damascus, 
 and his soul vision opened, would he not have con 
 tinued to persecute the saints, honestly supposing that 
 he was doing God s service ? The human mind is 
 .spiritually blind until God touches the windows of the 
 soul, and aids reason by the illuminating influences of 
 His own divine Spirit. Let not man frequent the hab 
 itations of vice, nor walk in the counsel of the ungodly, 
 if he would have it possible for angels to minister to 
 his spiritual necessities. Though the shackles of 
 bondage were to fall from his loosed spirit, and the 
 prison gates of his soul were all unbarred, and his 
 inner life made radiant with divine glory, yet the fre 
 quency of sin shall forge chains from which the inter 
 position of God s mercy shall alone be able to wrest the 
 reimprisoned spirit. Of all the mechanism of God s 
 vast creation, there is nothing so sensitive as the mag 
 netic touch of the human soul. The least of all its 
 tendrils, when moved upon by outward influences, sends 
 a reverberatory thrill to the minutest part of its deli 
 cate yet indestructible structure. And this is the real 
 man, the physical, being the mere outer covering of 
 this imperishable edifice. Every being who lives is 
 hi.-, or, her own master mechanic, building up from the 
 x soul a furnished habitation, which shall survive the 
 \\a>tes of time, and, rising above the dissolution of the 
 mortal, shall rear its ethereal temple to the honor of 
 immortal glory, or the threatening dangers of humili 
 ation and despair. 
 
NATURE S OFFERING. 
 
 Where the leaves shall talk together, 
 And the answering waters sigh, 
 
 Where all nature joins the choral, 
 Tiny insect, buzzing fly. 
 
 Where the flowers ope their petals, 
 Looking upward to the sky, 
 
 In their face of wondrous beauty 
 Offer incense well as I. 
 
 And the lowing of the cattle 
 
 Answering to the call amain, 
 
 And the heifer by the brooklet 
 As she joins in the refrain, 
 
 In her neck stretched out and upward, 
 In her meek and wistful eye, 
 
 Worship God in every impulse, 
 Well as you, oh! saint, or I. 
 
 Nature all joins in the anthem, 
 
 Sings a song least understood; 
 
 There s no offering half so ample 
 As the wild primeval wood. 
 
 Sings she in her leafy branches, 
 
 Sings she in her clustering vines, 
 
 Offers worship in the zephyrs, 
 
 Whispering through majestic pines. 
 
 There the silver-luted songsters 
 
 Sing their vestal hymns of praise, 
 
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 And their worship is as grateful 
 As the Psalmist s sweetest lays. 
 
 And the poor unlettered red-men 
 Wandering in ancestral wood, 
 
 Have communings with the Father, 
 With the spirit of all good. 
 
 In the innocence of childhood, 
 
 In the unheard breath of prayer, 
 
 In the silent tear of sorrow 
 
 Dwells the Lord God even there. 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 Like the roseate hue of morning s proudest Aurora, 
 Hope paints her gilded offering on the panoply of the 
 soul, adorning it with those charms and graces which 
 render life an ambrosial bower, whose sweet fragrance 
 dispenses its generous benefactions on all who come 
 within the radius of its sweet perfume. She crowns 
 the mountain tops of the heart s loftiest aspirations, 
 and writes upon their crests with the pencil s richest 
 drapery the embellishments of her fairest promises. 
 She lights up the world with the halo of her glory. 
 To the lone mariner she is his polar star, his beacon 
 light. She lights up the darkness of the dungeon 
 and gives a radiance of glory in the gloom of despair. 
 To the orphan in the desolation of his lonely musings, 
 she is his companion and sweet comforter.. To the 
 distressed in every sphere of life, she is the panacea 
 
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 for all their sorrows, and a balm for every contrite 
 spirit. She pierces the darkest vaults of death, clothes 
 with imperial robes of trust and confidence the trem 
 bling soul in its exit to the unknown, and points the 
 departing spirit in its new arena of life, safe to the 
 haven of triumphant rest in the bosom of its God. 
 
 ENVY. 
 
 Unsavory as bitter waters, rayless as the vaults of 
 the tomb, cold as the Stygian river: such is the soul, 
 whose radius encircles and fosters the foul spirit of 
 envy or revenge. Hissing serpents crawl within its 
 charnel-house and the poison of the Upas issues from 
 its tongue. 
 
 Like the forked lightning, laden with the missiles of 
 death, it strikes at its unsuspecting victim in the day 
 of its brightest glory, when there is not a cloud on the 
 canopy of the soul to give warning of its approach. 
 The roll of thunder carried far and wide on the 
 barbed tongue of scandal, is the chariot of its armor 
 bearer. 
 
 From the fragrance of sweetest flowers it culls nox 
 ious vapors, and from the brightest effulgence proceed 
 ing from the luminous orb of a pure spirit and a bright 
 intellectuality, its dwarfed heart only feels the wither 
 ing blight of the night-shade. On the perfection of 
 beauty it reflects its own hideousness. From nature s 
 exhaustless laboratory of fruit and flowers, healing 
 streams, and cooling shades, it gathers nought but bit- 
 
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 tcr herbs. It shakes hands only with darkness, and 
 fattens in the valley of Death, on the bleached bones 
 of its own victims. Its garments are tattered rags, 
 torn from vestal robes with which to cover its own 
 hideousness, and it reeks with the slain of its own de- 
 spoilation. It forced its way into Paradise, and witness 
 ing the more perfect estate of God s later creation, se 
 duced the brain of Adam by the fragile form of the 
 woman, thus reducing the generation of men to servi 
 tude all the days of their life. It was envy which stung 
 the ungenerous heart of Cain into animosity against 
 his more favored brother, and sent the stainless soul of 
 Abel, perched on an angel s wing, into Heaven. The 
 envy of Hainan placed himself upon the gallows which 
 he had prepared for another, murdered ten of his sons, 
 and slaughtered seventy and seven thousand of his kin 
 dred, while it removed the sackcloth and ashes from the 
 suppliant form of his intended victim, rescued from de 
 struction a mighty people, and clothing Mordecai in 
 royal apparel, placed him next unto King Ahasuerus. 
 It was revenge which put the head of John the Bap 
 tist into a charger and gave it into the keeping of a 
 strange woman. An envy as base as that which released 
 the soul of the first martyr, put the head of the beau 
 tiful Mary, Queen of Scots, to the block, while sister 
 angels draped in spotless robes, bending over her 
 quivering form, veiled their faces in sorrow at the act 
 which sent her pure spirit to the throne of God. 
 
 The venerable age of this Heaven-abhorred culprit, 
 renders not its crimes less pernicious than were its 
 atrocities in the earlier days of its youth. It requires 
 a magnanimity of heart equal to that which caused 
 the utterance of the ever memorable words, " With 
 
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 malice toward none and charity for all," to look with 
 commiseration on those who are addicted to the indul 
 gence of its malign influence. To enable humanity 
 to excuse the crime of this offence, an individual must 
 be possessed of a spirit of generosity and long for 
 bearance, like unto that which indited the incompara 
 ble prayer, uttered in the dying throes of the Crucified, 
 " Father, forgive them, they know not what they do," 
 and to give expression to that other prayer : " Forgive 
 us our trespasses as we forgive them who trespass 
 against us"; and not to have the answering of the peti 
 tion bring maledictions on the suppliant s head, one 
 must possess a spirit of forgiveness like unto that of a 
 God. 
 
 TRUTH. 
 
 " Clear as the sun, fair as the moon, and terrible as 
 an army with banners," such in epitome is Truth (the 
 Queen of Heaven). In her fair form is embodied all the 
 charms with which the Great Artificer has decorated 
 His mighty universe. In her divine presence the 
 graces of the Pleiades would pale in their spotless 
 lustre ; and in their translation to Heaven find a rival 
 far excelling in beauty, form, and grace, anything which 
 their loftiest imagination could picture, or the brush of 
 an Archangel could paint. She dwells in the humble 
 dew-drop, and trails her spotless robe uncontaminated 
 alike through vast prairies of sweet-scented flowers, o er 
 the hazy dome of Heaven s faultless arch, and through 
 the slime, scum, and purlieus of sjjiJafisgtted cities. 
 
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 In the magnitude of her proportions she environs the 
 infinity of space. 
 
 She rides upon the winged lightning, and makes her 
 chariot the Universe. Her voice is heard alike in the 
 sublime and awe-inspiring roar of Heaven s artillery, 
 and in the musical flow of Ocean s inimitable cadences. 
 She speaks her mute language from stony cliffs, from 
 arid wastes, from ocean s depths, and heaven s eternal 
 dome. Her standard-bearer is the law of infinity, 
 written alike upon the tiniest insect upon which our 
 unconscious tread crushes out its meagre functions of 
 life, as upon the incomparable bow of Jehovah s prom 
 ise suspended in the air. 
 
 With the index finger of Nature s indisputable law, 
 she points to her fair proportions, gracing the traversed 
 and untraversed vaults of the eternal blue. 
 
 She descends into the depth of ocean, and paints 
 her roseate hue, such as a god might envy, upon coral 
 reefs, and upon the sea s closeted offerings. On Shas- 
 ta s towering height, as upon each trembling blade of 
 grass, she has affixed her signet ; and, crowning all the 
 mysterious mechanism of humanity, is the central 
 pivot upon which she has placed her greatest glory, 
 and endowed it with her richest beneficent gifts. She 
 was the light that went forth at the fiat of Jehovah in 
 creation s early dawn, and her radiance illuminates 
 wherever God has spoke creation into life. She is 
 kind, though imperative ; generous, yet unforgiving. 
 In her there is no "variableness, neither shadow of 
 turning. Compensation is her just award. " In the 
 day that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die," was 
 the irrevocable fiat that went forth to those who should 
 break her immutable laws. 
 
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 Her symmetrical form encompasses the boundaries 
 of time, and is the panoply that infolds Jehovah, and 
 the magnitude of His incomparable works. At her 
 behest the tides obey, and revolving worlds, like mar 
 shaled hosts, in the endless rounds of their circuitous 
 journey, obey her mandates ; while the Infinite is the 
 fountain-head from whence issues all her divergent 
 streams. 
 
 NOTHING BUT ASHES. 
 
 Nothing but ashes ! 
 
 The roses decay 
 Their beautiful bloom 
 
 Soon fades away 
 And leaves 
 Nothing but ashes. 
 
 Nothing but ashes ! 
 
 Oh ! memory, how sweet 
 It s mystical charms 
 
 Is laid at our feet 
 
 And yields 
 Nothing but ashes. 
 
 Nothing but ashes ! 
 
 And is there no rest 
 For wearisome care 
 
 Which rankles the breast, 
 
 And leaves 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
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 Nothing but ashes 
 
 For hopes and for fears, 
 For joys and sorrows 
 
 Which make up our years, 
 
 Is there 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
 Nothing but ashes 
 On which to recline ? 
 
 For famishing hearts 
 And souls that repine, 
 Is there 
 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
 Nothing but ashes 
 
 For prodigal son ? 
 Or Magdalen s heart, 
 
 Which anguish has wrung, 
 
 Is there 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
 Nothing but ashes ! 
 
 Has memory s chain 
 No link which exists 
 
 Beyond this refrain? 
 
 Is life 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
 Nothing but ashes 
 
 On which to bridge o er 
 The dark flowing strand 
 
 To Eternity s shore ? 
 
 Is there 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
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 Nothing but ashes ! 
 
 Life s roseate hue 
 Fades on the lips 
 
 Is subtle as dew, 
 And leaves 
 Nothing but ashes. 
 
 Nothing but ashes ! 
 
 And is there no charm 
 Which shall the dark tomb 
 
 Of terror disarm ? 
 
 Is there 
 Nothing save ashes ? 
 
 Nothing but ashes ! 
 
 The Crown and the Cross 
 Shall these be accounted 
 
 As idle as dross, 
 Which yield 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
 Nothing but ashes ? 
 
 Yes ! Infinite love 
 A Father s compassion 
 
 Which flows from above, 
 
 Will yield 
 Something save ashes. 
 
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 HAPPINESS DEFINED, 
 
 Should I take the wings of the morning, circuiting 
 the uttermost parts of the earth ; should I traverse the 
 boundaries of time, or delve into the secret chambers 
 of Infinity; should I hold converse with the gods, and 
 chant with the choirs of the Seraphims, still in none of 
 these may I find the priceless gem for which the heart 
 ever pants, and for which millions, now consigned back 
 to the bosom of earth, lie vanquished in their pursuit 
 after the priceless boon. Nor yet, with all life s busy 
 throng, replete with its budding hope, and fragrant 
 with the incense of the soul s loftiest inspirations, nor 
 yet perched upon the giddy pinnacle of fame, ablaze 
 with the world s homage, shall this jewel of greatest 
 price be found. So great its virtues, so rare the gem, 
 that but few are ever able to wear it emblazoned upon 
 the shield of the soul. And yet its possibilities are 
 within the reach of nearly the entire human family. 
 Would you possess this treasure of rarest price : go 
 down into the inner temple of the soul into the " holy 
 of holies " of man s nature, and set that inner sanctu 
 ary fully in order, as did the Master drive out the 
 money changers, and everything which believeth and 
 maketh a lie; and there in that inner temple, in its holi 
 est sanctuary, may this rarest gem be found a free 
 gift fresh from the hand of a beneficent Father, sitting 
 there as umpire over head and heart, dispensing bless 
 ings which crowned heads might envy, and at which, 
 in rapt admiration, angels might wonder and adore. In 
 the harmony of our own nature is to be found this 
 priceless boon (happiness). Its growth is eternal, its 
 
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 storehouse exhaustless, its resources wide as the uni 
 verse. Tis the river of life, which flows in healing 
 streams through the city of humanity s soul, making 
 glad all who lave in its placid waters. 
 
 Cast Your Bread Upon the Waters, 
 
 Cast your bread upon the waters, 
 
 They are winding to the sea, 
 And with human souls are freighted 
 
 Destined for eternity. 
 
 Cast your bread upon the waters 
 
 Sow your costly richest grain, 
 In the soul s eternal store-house 
 
 Twill be gathered up again. 
 
 Cast your bread upon the waters, 
 Dry the tear from childhood s eye, 
 
 Speak a gentle word of comfort 
 To the beggar passing by. 
 
 Cast your bread upon the waters, 
 Hear the outcast s awful moan, 
 
 .Down into their depths of sorrow- 
 Let your love be freely sown. 
 
 Benisons of souls in anguish 
 
 Shall ascend to Heaven s high dome, 
 
 When the " Master " says Come higher, 
 They ll be written on His Throne. 
 
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 Oh, the bread shall all be gathered, 
 For there s not so barren ground 
 
 But that if the seed be planted, 
 There shall be a harvest found. 
 
 To the widow and the orphan 
 Wheresoe er distress is known, 
 
 Be it in the gilded palace 
 
 On the wayside or the Throne 
 
 Be it clothed in purple vestments, 
 
 Or in rags, tis all the same, 
 Every word that giveth comfort 
 
 Is the bread and golden grain. 
 
 And the spikenard and the ointment 
 Which to use were thought not meet, 
 
 They were far less costly offerings 
 
 Than the tears which washed His feet. 
 
 And the widow with her offering, 
 Though it be an humble mite, 
 
 It shall be of greater value 
 Than the sacerdotal rite. 
 
 And the man who loves his neighbor, 
 
 Be he e er so rich or poor, 
 He shall surely find acceptance 
 
 As a good and faithful doer. 
 
 And the Book wherein is judgment 
 Which the final die shall cast 
 
 That shall gauge our Hell or Heaven 
 Will be the retrospective past. 
 
 Each one s soul shall be the angel 
 That records the deeds they ve done, 
 
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 And so legible be written, 
 
 They shall live when fades the sun 
 
 Yes, the Book of Life shall open 
 It shall be the living soul, 
 
 And each page whereon is written, 
 Will be a true and faithful scroll. 
 
 Mountains then shall fail to hide us, 
 Subterfuge to fitly screen, 
 
 Honest, earnest soul-endeavor 
 Alone can wash the spirit clean. 
 
 WINE IS A MOCKEK. 
 
 In the cup of subtle pleasure a thousand furies kin 
 dle the altar of their sacrifices on the burning elements 
 of the soul s discomfiture, and, with the cunning sa 
 gacity of a vulture, swoop down into the sanctuary of 
 man s strongest citadel, stealing away the proudest 
 emporium of his manhood, leaving but the wreck of a 
 desolated temple on which God had put the signet of 
 his approbation. So inductive are its machinations 
 that the wisdom of the sage has been pronounced 
 against looking upon, touching, or tasting the seduc 
 tive thing. 
 
 At the marriage feast, where holiest vows are 
 pledged, it associates itself in the convivialities of the 
 occasion, concealing in its fruits of pleasure a ter 
 rible holocaust that may eventually consume upon its 
 altar all the promised hopes and brightest prospects of 
 
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 this new elysium. In the halls of state it presents its 
 fascinations, kindling the eye and firing the brain with 
 a new enthusiasm, as eloquent and grand in its effect 
 as it is subtle to destroy. 
 
 The first cup which bedews the lip with its nectar 
 may be the cloud whose magnitude shall assume pro 
 portions as vast as the area of one s mortal existence. 
 Yea, it may bridge over into the hereafter, requiring 
 the majesty of the Infinite to bid its hideousness de 
 part into everlasting darkness, leaving to be mourned 
 by angels the wreck of its machinations. Fair 
 woman, the right hand and queenly support of man, 
 with the sublimity of her exalted and symmetrical na 
 ture, bearing the ancient royal high crown of chief 
 workmanship of Jehovah, has been assailed in all the 
 purity and strength of her God-like being by this insid 
 ious foe ; and, like withered leaves, has fallen from the 
 places sheonce graced and glorified, to join the lament 
 able ranks of the riotous caravan which move in the 
 wake of the still. The faces that once rejoiced at her 
 coming, blanch with fear at her approach, and the 
 places that once knew her, know her no more forever. 
 The child, sweet plight of love, who fondled in her 
 caress, and carolled its glee upon her bosom, shudders 
 at her name. The fond husband, who doted upon a 
 trusting, loving wife, laments her in the desolation of 
 her glory, in the despoilation of wife and mother. Oh, 
 sisters, daughters, wives and mothers, that cup of 
 sparkling Burgundy, the exhilerating champagne, has 
 in it a fiend more deadly than the effects of the Upas! 
 It contains in it vials of wrath as terrible as the seven 
 seals. 
 
 From out of it shall issue scorpions that shall sting 
 
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 with terror the immortal spirit. It is the foe, than 
 which there is none other so much to be dreaded, so 
 carefully to be shunned. No pool of Siloam can 
 cleanse its leprous spots ; no healing stream can wash 
 its record clear ; no Christ can be its propitiator ; 
 Heaven has set its fiat against it, and the curse of the 
 Infinite consigns it to outer darkness. It is a foe, the 
 stench of whose crime reaches unto Heaven. It assails 
 the souls whom God has created. It is the despoiler 
 of all that is emblematic of truth, wisdom, purity, 
 excellence and love. It tears man down with its 
 pinched fingers of death, from his high estate of son- 
 ship to God ; reduces him to squalid spiritual, intellect 
 ual and moral beggary ; transforms the proud, kingly 
 elements of his manhood beneath the degradation of 
 the swine, and in loathsomeness renders him more 
 disgusting than the serpent which God consigned to 
 crawl on his belly all the days of its life. Of all fiends 
 it is the arch one, that goes to-day " up and down the 
 earth seeking whom it may devour," and in the subtle 
 ness of its deceit assails the sanctuaries of Heaven, 
 and would wrest from the very treasury of Jehovah 
 the costliest gems created to emblazon His coronet. 
 For its despoilation what has it to offer ? Naught but 
 room for another victim. The insatiable maw of its 
 foul desires are ever crying, Give ! give ! And there 
 comes from yonder tombless mound a warning, mute- 
 less voice, " Beware of the wine when it giveth its color 
 in the cup." From the culprit trembling neath the 
 halter which is to send his soul unbidden into the 
 presence of its Creator, there to answer for a crime 
 perpetrated under the bewildering influence of this 
 matchless fiend ; from the vacant seats of legislative 
 
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 halls, where once was heard the silver rhythm of the 
 voice of oratory that thrilled with admiration and 
 awe the enrapped listener with its inimitable flow of 
 musical cadences ; from the bar, the absence of the 
 dead counsellor, whose pleadings caused the stalwart 
 frame, and stoutest heart to tremble, and wet the 
 bronzed cheek with tears from eyes long unaccustomed 
 to weep all these send forth in speechless eloquence, 
 Lo ! how are the mighty fallen by the bewitching 
 allurements lying latent in the fascinations of the 
 wine-cup. Who shall answer before that God who 
 judges impartially, for the debauchery of the midnight 
 carousal ? Or who, in the final summing up of the 
 trial which shall adjudge the acts of each one s life, 
 shall be held responsible for the crimes which bereave 
 innocent ones of their natural protectors ? 
 
 It may be she who is the proudest ornament of prince 
 ly palaces, and the devotee of fashionable sociabilities of 
 the most cultured and refined of modern society, whose 
 bejeweled hand unwittingly proffers to him who is to be 
 the future guardian of her happiness in the glass of 
 sparkling champagne the insipient elements from out 
 which shall issue the fell destroyer that shall blight 
 with a deadly blast all their prospects on the voyage of 
 life so auspiciously begun, and bring them both down 
 to the sorrows of an untimely and dishonored grave ; 
 leaving no memories behind them, save those, the rec 
 ollection of which shall cause the flushed cheek of 
 friends to tingle with sorrow and shame. Perhaps the 
 doting mother, who offers to her son of yet infant 
 years sips from out her cup of toddy, may stand before 
 God as the condemned culprit, responsible for the 
 blackening crimes her debauched son has perpetrated 
 
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 under the influence of liquor, the uncontrollable appe 
 tite having been acquired and fostered by the indulg 
 ence of a loving and unsuspecting mother. The ig 
 norance with which the seeds of a holocaust are sown, 
 renders not the fire less destructive. 
 
 No longer is the sin of ignorance winked at, and its 
 dreadful effects are mowing down with a remorseless 
 swath, the most promising and brilliant of our land. 
 
 The gospel of an enlightened, orthodox, temperance 
 salvation, is as vastly needed to-day in the church as 
 its effects are wanted outside the pale of its sanctuary ; 
 and if a Redeemer should be sent to this world from 
 the distant vaults of Heaven, methinks his beneficent 
 mission would be to promulgate the salutary gospel 
 of total abstinence. So glaring have become the 
 crimes induced by the use of alcholic drinks, so ag 
 gressive is its warfare against the best good and morals 
 of society, so insidious in its effects upon the intel 
 lectual, moral, spiritual and physical being of those 
 who indulge in its use, that an illuminated pronuncia- 
 mento against it should be inscribed on the lintels of 
 the doors and windows of the residences of all order- 
 loving citizens. 
 
 On the chancel of churches, side by side with " Holi 
 ness to the Lord," should be inscribed in golden char 
 acters, " Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging, and 
 whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise." At the 
 entrance of every avenue of the heart, crowning each 
 page of the affectional nature, and on each lintel of 
 the chambers of the soul, should be suspended a 
 flaming sword, forever to wage a holy warfare against 
 the improper and unholy use of this, the most de 
 structive element that now thrusts itself ^broadcast 
 
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 upon our land. The curse of intemperance seems to 
 me like the forbidden fruit, of which in the day that 
 one partakes they shall surely die, save only as God, by 
 His divine interposition, may in mercy wrest them 
 from the grasp of this fatal adversary of both body 
 and soul. At the wicket gate,where King Alcohol gains 
 admission to set up his demoniacal kingdom in God s 
 earthly temple, I would station in active force, fully 
 armed and equipped, all the battalions of the will power, 
 which with the aid of Almighty God are able to with 
 stand any foe from without. The active use of each fac 
 ulty of the will to resist temptation of any kind increases 
 its objective force a hundred fold. The effect of in 
 temperance is to cast both soul and body into everlast 
 ing fires, such as are only fitted for the devil and his 
 angels ; and to this declaration what man or woman, 
 who has felt its flames kindling stomach, brain and soul 
 with its consuming fires, would not give his or her 
 hearty attestation ? To lull the insatiable demands 
 which the fires of liquor kindle, the poor, helpless vic 
 tim cries, " I must have rum ! give me rum ! " each 
 draught of which adds a new invoice of devils to the 
 legion already rending his poor, distressed physical and 
 spiritual shipwrecked soul and body. What has King 
 Alcohol to offer in compensation for this sacrifice to 
 the dignity and nobility of manhood ? And what does 
 he offer to woman in recompense for her fall, and her 
 worship at his shrine ? What Satan offered to Christ, 
 if he would fall down and worship him all the king 
 doms of the earth? By no means. This casked-up, 
 bottled and labelled modern Satan, for worship and 
 kinship to him, offers: First Dethronement of man 
 hood, alienship from God; and, as a rule, robs of earthly 
 
treasure, clothes the soul with horror and dismay, and 
 leaves his victim, in the misery of his despair, to call 
 wildly but fruitlessly upon the rocks and mountains of 
 forgetfulness, to hide him from the presence of the 
 condemning judge of an outraged conscience, from the 
 maledictions of which there is no escape. The de 
 moniacal, consuming fiend has taken up his habitation 
 in the soul, his deadly fangs have pierced the spirit, 
 and when his victim would escape him, he thrusts him 
 down and rends him the power of the Omnipotent 
 alone being able to put forth an arm, all-powerful, to 
 save. For a healthy body, costly garments, and a 
 goodly habitation, he compensates by ingrafting the 
 system with the germs of disease, which shall only die 
 out of the being with the dissolution of the mortal 
 frame not until it shall have been resolved back to 
 earth, and have received her purifying process shall 
 there be exterminated from it the marks and effects of 
 this unmitigated, unrelenting destroyer. In exchange 
 for purple and satin, he clothes his devotee with rags, 
 if so be he even leaves rags with which to clothe. For 
 comfortable habitations, he turns out his bloated and 
 disfigured subject to lie down with the swine (the com 
 panions with which his majesty, in a more ancient 
 time, took his bath in the .sea). Would to God he had 
 not resurrected himself from the ocean s briny depths. 
 Possibly, upon the drowning of the swine, he took up 
 squatter sovereignty in the whales, and they, preferring 
 to maintain their own individual sovereignty, spewed 
 him out, like his predecessor, upon dry land, to inflict 
 a double curse upon humanity, for the short immunity 
 they had received from his satanic kingship. 
 
 The victim of alcohol becomes prodigal of all that 
 
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 is endearing in life, or of good repute. The affections 
 of wife, the love of children, the prayers of parents, 
 the tears of once idolized sisters, to him are as " sound 
 ing brass and tinkling cymbals." Yea, the lessons of 
 Calvary, its crown of thorns, the bleeding side of the 
 Crucified, the bitter groans and sweat in the garden, 
 the midnight prayers in Gethsemane, and the last 
 prayer of the self-sacrificing, anointed One, (" Father, 
 forgive them, they know not what they do ") to them 
 who tarry long at the wine, are as " pearls cast before 
 swine." 
 
 For mechanical purposes and as a medicine, spirit 
 uous liquors have their righteous and proper uses. 
 So have the deadly night-shade, arsenic and strychnine, 
 to cure diseases as fatal as themselves could inflict. 
 But pray, what modern belle of society would think 
 for a moment of offering to her sweetheart a decoction 
 of strychnine, to enliven his spirits for an evening s 
 entertainment? Or what judicious mother would 
 venture to give to her daughter a dose of arsenic, to 
 improve her complexion and give brilliancy to the 
 eyes ? Or who would, on New Year s day, present to 
 their guests a libation of opium or of night-shade? 
 That might be done if there were no law against it, 
 and the host did not desire to receive his guest on the 
 return of the next festive occasion. Yet these are not 
 more dire in their effects than the glass of wine with 
 which fond mothers permit their children to toy. The 
 former speedily kills, and throws the pall of death over 
 its victim ere it degrades. The latter leads on by a 
 thousand snares to inevitable ruin and disgrace. Says 
 the Rev. Newman Hall, of New York, a gentleman of 
 high social standing, marked ability, scholastic man- 
 
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 ners and acquirements : " The Church of England 
 within the last three years has lost in membership by 
 drunkenness thirty thousand." With this fact staring 
 the clergy in the face, the church sanctions the use of 
 the first rounds in the ladder to drunkenness by prof 
 fering fermented wine to the lips of the communicant in 
 memory of the spilt blood of Christ. There should 
 be an act of Legislature in each State requiring manu 
 facturers and dealers to label their casks, flasks, demi 
 johns and bottles of champagne, whisky and brandy, 
 as are other less destructive articles of merchandise, 
 with the word " Poison, " in legible characters. The lo 
 cal authorities protect the public against the contagious 
 disease of the leper. The infectious disease of small 
 pox is regarded of sufficient moment to be brought 
 under the jurisprudence of municipal authority; while 
 the contagion with which spirituous liquors is sweep 
 ing down with a mighty swath of death thousands 
 yearly to an untimely and dishonored grave, is rocked 
 with safety in its infectious cradle by the silence of 
 executive authority. The devastating influence with 
 which alcohol is sweeping like a mighty holocaust 
 over this fair land, the debauchery and drunkenness 
 of young men in the various grades of society, is at 
 tributable in a great measure to the license that ladies 
 give to its abominable use as a beverage. Adam was 
 an ungallant bridegroom, but I have no doubt he had 
 occasion, as have modern husbands, to stand unveiled 
 in the presence of their God and say, " The woman that 
 thou gavest me, she tempted me. 7 I doubt not Eve, 
 like her more modern sisters, was comely, and there 
 was some excuse then as now for Adam s shirking 
 responsibility. How many wine-bibbers would there 
 
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 be to-day if ladies would invariably ignore its use, and 
 refuse to receive the attentions of those who should 
 quaff its nectar? Why, it would not be one year 
 before grog-shops would all be closed, and drinking 
 would be as unpopular and less common than em 
 ployees making appropriations for their own use, from 
 the Government s till. Barley, wheat and corn would 
 find their uses in bread, and the product of the vine 
 would be appropriated to its proper use. The moral 
 influence that ladies could exert in staying the tidal 
 wave of drunkenness that is sweeping back to the 
 ocean of death the brightest hopes of this promising 
 land, would be far more powerful to save than is the 
 allied power of alcohol to destroy. Even were its force 
 quadrupled an hundred fold, it would then fall power 
 less before the irresistible influence of woman. The 
 husband, father, brother or lover, though they may be 
 valiant in battle, and of heart impervious to fear, yet 
 of all creatures which God has created they are the 
 weakest, when the battle is waged against the loving 
 affections of the woman whom they adore. They are 
 led by her, yield to her and obey her loving mandates. 
 The only fortifications that guard the domestic circle 
 and render it secure, are the bulwarks of love, and its 
 ramparts are the welcoming smile, the cheering word, 
 kindly attentions and the tender caress. Ladies, these 
 are the weapons with which God your Father has 
 panoplied your soul and walled you round. They are 
 the flaming swords which are to keep out from your 
 earthly elysium discord and drunkenness, with the 
 gloomy train of its horrid consequences. These 
 womanly graces and tributes of love are the anathemas 
 before whose divine presence the evil spirit embodied 
 
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 in alcohol, will coweringly hide away mto the shades 
 of forgetfulness, leaving you in full possession of the 
 mansion of love of which its owner had accounted 
 you its worthy occupant. In arraigning the culprit 
 (drunkenness) for trial before the tribunal of an im 
 partial judgment, while we do not altogether exonerate 
 the felon, still we charge in a great measure the re 
 sponsibility of the crime upon the indifference with 
 which ladies regard the foul offense which steals upon 
 its victim while he is yet unaware. In the economy 
 with which God has provided for the government of 
 mankind, He has so ordained that the stronger 
 should be sustained, influenced, governed and con 
 trolled by the weaker. Woman, by the delicacy of 
 her persuasion, by her example and affectional nature, 
 has from the beginning of time been the emperor of 
 man. While he courts her favor, he bows at her man 
 dates, and becomes her willing, unconscious slave. 
 She rules his heart, sways his judgment and controls 
 his actions, in the savage as well as in the civilized 
 breast. In the fiery heat of his passion she looks up 
 on him, and the hand raised in wrath to slay falls 
 powerless at his side. As examples of these facts, I 
 quote the name of the Queen of the North American 
 Indians, Pocahontas, and the unlettered girl of France, 
 Joan of Arc. 
 
 Where is the stalwart heart so stout 
 
 But that to woman bows ? 
 Or where the will howe er so bent 
 But by the power of women lent 
 On her high, holy mission sent, 
 
 Finds a redeeming clause ? 
 
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 But what shall we say for the moral status of those 
 in authority, who, for the paltry sum of a few dollars 
 added to the coffers of a city treasury, will legalize 
 the crime of dealing out to human beings potations of 
 distilled death and swift destruction on nearly every 
 street-corner, and flaunt its glaring, high-handed crimes 
 even under the shadows of the sanctuary, whose chim 
 ing bells and stalwart towers proclaim, " Holiness to the 
 Lord, and good will to men." Are these the guardi 
 ans of the peace, and the executors of the municipal 
 government? For what, then, is there to hope ? Is 
 the government in the hands of a thoughtless rabble 
 on election days ? Where are the vast army of church 
 members, who subscribe in their tenets of faith to 
 orderliness and sobriety ? Where are the myriads of 
 order-loving citizens, whose ballot should be cast in 
 favor of the best interests of the people at large ? 
 Does familiarity with crime render it less obnoxious to 
 them, and the stench of its filthiness less unsavory, 
 that they roll it as a sweet morsel under their tongue, 
 while they cry, "A little more sleep, a little more slum 
 ber, a little more folding of the hands to sleep," that 
 they may withhold their hands from the ballot which 
 shall close these gates of hell, and the entrance to the 
 jaws of death ? When God shall gather up his jewels, 
 how hardly shall these order-loving, responsibility- 
 shirking, church-going citizens be saved ? As the vast 
 army of inebriates pass in review before His throne, 
 will not the Lord of the harvest of tares and wheat 
 say to unrighteous voters : " Inasmuch as ye failed to 
 preserve the sanctity of your high trust, and save these 
 men, by your ballot, from the terrible curse which has 
 befallen them, ye have done it unto me." As terrible as 
 
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 was the fate that befell Sodom and Gomorrah, shall it 
 not be " more tolerable for them in the day of judg 
 ment than for these ? " The people of to-day are en 
 lightened, and before Heaven s high tribunal they can 
 not put in the plea of ignorance. The influence of 
 the earnest prayers and executive acting of high-minded, 
 noble-hearted women have closed the doors of thous 
 ands of rum shops from Maine to the Pacific ; and the 
 ballots of the stronger sex have opened up again these 
 infamous sluice-ways to poverty, shame, and an igno 
 minious death. What is the result ? Riotous excesses 
 reel their putrescent forms where thrift and happiness 
 had assumed their honored sway ; homes are laid waste 
 of love and affection. Drunkenness, with its squalid 
 train of crimes, stalks boldly forth to cast their dark 
 ening shadows on the horizon of our beloved land. 
 
 There is more potency of hell in spirituous and 
 malt liquors than have been reserved for all the other 
 forces of damnation with which sin has sought to drag 
 humanity down to perdition. Its effects are to cripple 
 the capacities of the intellect, palsy the powers of the 
 soul and demoralize the functions of the physical sys 
 tem. It transforms the image of God in man into a 
 fiend, and imbrutes those who indulge in its hellish 
 nectar. According to the census of the Internal Rev 
 enue Reports, it is costing our people a yearly expen 
 diture of over one billion five hundred million dollars. 
 
 It is making yearly one hundred and thirty thousand 
 confirmed drunkards. 
 
 It is sending yearly about one hundred and fifty 
 thousand to drunkard s graves, and reducing to beg 
 gary two hundred thousand children. 
 
 It is sending yearly to prison one hundred thousand 
 persons. 
 
Is not this report sufficient to engage the interest of 
 every philanthropist, and secure the attention of every 
 lover of humanity? 
 
 The drunkard attempting to reform is fighting a 
 battle such as only a god might expect to win. 
 
 In his brighest moments, when the victory seems 
 nearly won, how often do we see him, like the sow that 
 was washed, return to his wallowing in the mire. O 
 young man ! as you value happiness, honor and man 
 hood ; as you cherish her to whom you have given 
 your heart s holiest affections ; as you regard the mem 
 ory of her who gave you birth, and by your hopes 
 of immortal bliss, forswear thy soul against the intoxi 
 cating cup, and for the benefit of those who shall 
 come after you, swear your anathemas forever against 
 it, lest it shall be the " Bridge of Sighs over which 
 your friends shall mourn your helpless and lost con 
 dition. 
 
 Oh, proud and exalted man, to whom the govern 
 ment has entrusted, by reason of the ballot, the guar 
 dianship of the best interests of the country, the hap 
 piness of the people, and the sanctity of the domestic 
 circle : if the righteous shall scarcely be saved, how can 
 you expect to escape the condemnation of Heaven ? 
 What subterfuge shall have power to hide you from 
 the condemning judgment of your own soul, in the day 
 when the spirits of men shall stand undressed before 
 the tribunal of their own conscience, and the searching 
 eye of an impartial God ? 
 
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 Our Country as it Was and Is, 
 
 In the primeval morning time, 
 
 There nature s quiet breast 
 Lay in its virgin solitude, 
 
 Unbroken in its rest. 
 
 And no response from woodman s ax 
 Was heard in wood or glade, 
 
 The soil, unbroken by the plow, 
 Or by the gardener s spade. 
 
 The hills had slept in quiet mood 
 The glade and plains among, 
 
 No clash of warrior s arms had there 
 Among their fastness rung. 
 
 The birds, in sweetest, softest notes 
 
 Their melody prolonged, 
 The Eagle from its dizzy height 
 
 Shrieked out its clarion song. 
 
 The restive bear fawned with her whelps 
 
 In playful, sportive glee, 
 The sighing water s virgin breast 
 
 Rolled silvery to the sea. 
 
 The Indian roamed in stealthy quest 
 For game and antlered deer, 
 
 While not a thought e re stirred his breast 
 That savored of a fear. 
 
 The prairies with sweet incense fanned 
 The early morning air, 
 
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 The daintiest gifts that nature planned 
 Sent up their voiceless prayer. 
 
 And in her virgin solitude 
 
 She wafted o er the seas, 
 The incense of her flowery plains 
 
 On pulses of the breeze. 
 
 Columbus caught the cycling wave 
 
 By inspiration given, 
 And triumphed o er contending fate, 
 
 And made our shores his haven. 
 
 The van of Empires set its sails 
 
 Our country to explore, 
 And plant the ensign of the cross 
 
 That Indians might adore. 
 
 Another band thereafter came, 
 They were of sterling worth. 
 
 Yet persecution drove them from 
 The land that gave them birth. 
 
 And here they built their council fires, 
 
 On Plymouth s solid rock ; 
 Religion was the basic law 
 
 Of that illustrious stock. 
 
 The holy treaty pledge of truth 
 By Penn, and Indians gi\vn. 
 
 Was like unto the law of Faith 
 Twixt man and Courts of Heaven. 
 
 The sacred pledge inviolate, 
 How firm the treaty stands, 
 
 And peace and friendship heavenly link- 
 Was monarch in the land. 
 
One hundred years ! stupendous march, 
 The song of Freedom sung, 
 
 Since honest men for liberty, 
 Broad-cast their ensign swung. 
 
 Then came the conflicts, carnage, strife, 
 
 Of revolution fame, 
 Right royally was then acquired 
 
 A patriotic name. 
 
 Theirs was a purpose grand and true, 
 
 For liberty and right, 
 For this, they sacrificed their homes, 
 
 For this, they dared to fight. 
 
 For this, the clarion sound of war 
 Rang forth with accents shrill, 
 
 For this, the roll of liberty 
 Was called at Bunker Hill. 
 
 For this, brave Warren fearless fell 
 
 In battle s hottest strife, 
 For this, the noble Captain Hale 
 
 Laid down a hero s life. 
 
 For this, the dreadful Valley Forge 
 
 Lay crimsoned in its snow, 
 And blood of noble patriots 
 
 Did copiously flow. 
 
 And heroes breakfasted on fares 
 
 Such as a beggar scorns, 
 For this, they breasted heat and cold, 
 
 And slept in sleet and storms. 
 
 For this, the women also toiled, 
 Their zeal undimned by gloom, 
 
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More earnest plied the busy wheel, 
 The needle and the loom. 
 
 Their little ones were cradled then, 
 
 In agony and fear, 
 While terror chilled each mother s heart, 
 
 And froze the starting tear. 
 
 But liberty their efforts crowned, 
 
 And valor set them free ; 
 Long live the memory of the day 
 
 When they destroyed the tea. 
 
 Our Country in its rapid growth, 
 
 Full populous we see, 
 And enterprises ply their arts 
 
 To th music of the free. 
 
 Where roamed the Indian in his quest 
 Through glade and forest wild, 
 
 There now is heard the song of mirth 
 From many a happy child. 
 
 And where prime nature sang alone 
 
 Her symphonies of praise, 
 There now is heard the harmonies 
 
 Of nation s tuneful lays. 
 
 And in our Country s amplitude 
 
 She offers on her soil 
 A full, a free and lib ral home, 
 
 Just recompense of toil. 
 
 The mountain fastnesses reveal 
 Their stock of hoarded gold, 
 
 And mines of vast intrinsic wealth 
 Their stores to us unfold. 
 
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 The industries set up their art 
 
 On mountain top and plain, 
 And faithful nature in response 
 
 Yields up her golden grain. 
 
 We have in the mechanic s skill 
 
 The sciences combined, 
 And proofs of progress of the age 
 
 In our inventions find. 
 
 In surgery and medicine 
 
 We rank as first in place, 
 With those who in the medic skill 
 
 The art of science grace. 
 
 Our press, untrammeled in its use, 
 Has grand achievements wrought, 
 
 And still its broad, gigantic power 
 Dilates the world of thought. 
 
 Our commerce traffics on all seas, 
 
 Its boundaries o er all lands, 
 Nations with admiration see 
 
 The power its strength commands. 
 
 Steam with its power plies on the wastes, 
 
 Our monarchs of the main, 
 And subtile air comes in for share 
 
 Her honors to maintain. 
 
 And men seek in aerial height 
 
 A power to gravitate 
 Midway between the heaven and earth 
 
 In equipoise of state. 
 
 Our railroads span from shore to shore, 
 While lightning binds the main, 
 
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 And Nations evermore will sing 
 For Morse his proud refrain. 
 
 Our cities all along the line 
 
 With manufactories teem ; 
 Up rise our church spires, lofty domes, 
 
 Inthroned in dazzling sheen. 
 
 And schools of academic art 
 
 Now grace our fair domain ; 
 The East, the West, the North, the South, 
 
 Join in the loud refrain 
 
 Of wisdom, excellence and love 
 
 To Him who from on high 
 Doth trace each Nation in its reign, 
 
 And casts its final die. 
 
 The harmonies of chiming bells 
 
 Proclaim our day of rest, 
 Millions of earnest worshipers 
 
 Its sanctity has blessed. 
 
 Societies of Brotherhood 
 
 Fraternal clasp the hand, 
 And are a strong, protecting link 
 
 Throughout our glorious land. 
 
 Their temples rise in lofty towers, 
 
 To Solomon date back, 
 For charities and noble deeds 
 
 They have indeed no lack. 
 
 Religions here from Church and State 
 
 Receive a sanction wide, 
 While education full and free 
 
 Walks stately by its side. 
 
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 Our statesmen have been men of mark, 
 And sterling, strong, and true ; 
 
 When discord shook the Ship of State, 
 They saw her safely through. 
 
 Our clergy, poets, artisans, 
 Distinction have acquired 
 
 Their oratory, song, and art, 
 Scholastics have admired. 
 
 Our Washington, and Lincoln, too, 
 
 Bold champions of right, 
 Their names will ever thrill the pulse 
 
 Of Nations with delight. 
 
 Our jurists have, with wisdom, shown 
 Their knowledge of just law, 
 
 And set the Constitution right 
 Wherein it had a flaw. 
 
 Our Army and our Navy, brave, 
 
 Achieved an envious fame, 
 And History s eventful page, 
 
 Enrolls each gallant name. 
 
 Beneath our country s pillared fame 
 
 A serpent s deadly coil 
 Lay silent in our Roll of State 
 
 A monster to despoil. 
 
 Its circling, grasping, hideous form 
 
 Had been the people s pet ; 
 Twas handled with the softest touch, 
 
 A Nation s fears beget. 
 
 But on that pyre our sacrifice, 
 Undaunted, undismayed, 
 
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 By North and South most precious lives 
 As offerings were laid. 
 
 Convulsions shook, like Sinai, 
 
 Our country and its pride, 
 Ere Justice gave the final stab, 
 
 From which the Monster died. 
 
 Our soldiers Decoration Day ! 
 
 We spread a floral pall 
 Both for the North and South alike- 
 
 Our Country lost them all. 
 
 Here let us bridge the chasm o er 
 
 Of fratricidal strife, 
 And stronger bind the welded link* 
 
 Which guards our Nation s life. 
 
 Our Country s glorious jubilee 
 Throughout the welkin rings ; 
 
 Imperial powers and dynasties 
 Their off ring to us brings, 
 
 Historic Independence Hall, 
 With wide, extended courts, 
 
 Makes room for all the Governments, 
 To contrast their reports 
 
 With what a fair Republic s gained, 
 Since Seventeen Seventy-six. 
 
 How Progress crowns each effort made 
 That s set in Freedom s niche. 
 
 Now, Freedom reigns o er all the plains 
 Throughout this vast domain, 
 
 * Justice and Freedom. 
 
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 The forge has turned to pruning-hooks 
 What once were galling chains. 
 
 Our flag now waves, in ampler folds, 
 
 In every land and sea 
 Midst shot and shell has reigned supreme, 
 
 Ensign of liberty. 
 
 Oh, eagle ! rise on loftiest wings, 
 
 Ring forth the tuneful lyre, 
 Till Freedom s glorious harmonies 
 
 Each nation shall inspire. 
 
 Till Liberty, as free as thought, 
 
 In equity shall reign, 
 And Truth and Science build a forge 
 
 To weld the golden chain.* 
 
 Is Man Intrinsically Evil? 
 
 No! In silver-tongued eloquence comes forth the 
 response from all the primal elements of God s crea 
 tive power, lying latent or in active operation in ani 
 mate or in inanimate organism. For, as in the pro 
 gress of creation, the Great Artificer reviewing each 
 of his created works pronounced them " very good," 
 who shall best pass judgment the clay or the Potter 
 who fashioned the clay ? 
 
 Every passion of man s soul, every element in his 
 organism, every impulse in his nature, is as pure and 
 
 * Liberty and Equity. 
 
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 holy in its intrinsic merit, as the blush that painted 
 its first kiss on the primeval morning sky. 
 
 Love and its corresponding demands met in the 
 gratification of its indulgencies are the crowning glory 
 of the essential elements of humanity. 
 
 And the mighty Architect, in fitting up this world 
 for the habitation of man, had in view the justice of 
 the demands in physical organism. 
 
 And creation shows how beautifully, harmoniously 
 and wisely God has provided for their adjustment 
 
 We are so fashioned as to demand and relish food, 
 and the gratification of this commandment written 
 upon the organism, supplies nutriment for human con 
 tinuance. 
 
 We love water, and its indulgence aids in supplying 
 the fluids of the system and in promoting the general 
 health. We love air, and without its support we per 
 ish directly. 
 
 We love the light, and the answering of the requi 
 sition of this demand unfolds to us the beauties and 
 harmonies of God s created works. 
 
 We enjoy the shady night, and in its infoldment we 
 derive that recuperation so essential to sustain the 
 nervous energies. 
 
 We are sensitively alive to the delicious fragrance 
 and enchanting beauty of flowers, and in gratifying 
 this passion of the soul our habits and tastes are 
 lifted up through the sublime to the artistic decora 
 tions of our houses, gardens and homes. 
 
 We love the opposite sex of our kind (" Male and 
 Female created He them ) and by the fulfillment of the 
 commandment irrevocably written in humanity s 
 soul, and stamped upon every fiber and tissue of its 
 
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 finely and delicately attuned organism, arid wastes 
 and fertile plains become populous, cities rise up in 
 magnificent splendor all over the land, industries, arts 
 and science flourish, religion receives its base on which 
 to build its sacerdotal structure, and Heaven itself teems 
 with spiritual intelligences, having come up through 
 the human organism in fulfillment of the first com 
 mandment that went forth to man upon the warm 
 breath of Jehovah. 
 
 While I recognize the justice of the claims of all 
 physical demands, I would have their clamorings ascend 
 the scale of intelligence, and sanctified by the oneness 
 of love, sit enshrined amid the spiritual and intellect 
 ual regions of the brain, the trio acting as umpire over 
 head and heart. 
 
 The apparent evil and misshapen developments of 
 Humanity are the results of the misapplication of the 
 footprints of Divinity so subtly infused into the in 
 trinsic essences of humanities spiritual and physical 
 organism. 
 
 Sensibilities of pain, apprehensible through our 
 mental, affectional and bodily organism, arouse in us 
 the elements of defense and of self-preservation, the 
 misapplication and perversion of which would amount 
 to ostensible antagonism to the very law we desire to 
 preserve, and men would become unjustly aggressive 
 in the misappropriation of a wise benefaction. And 
 thus it is to be seen, man is not naturally evil : he is 
 only so by perversion of natural laws. 
 
 The bridle by which the steed of human impulse, 
 passion, inspiration and desire may be properly reined 
 is the Mighty Commander of the universe, and no 
 other power can entirely control and develop the hu- 
 
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 man soul and marshal all its capabilities so as to de 
 velop in perfect symmetry the beauty of its intrinsic 
 merit. 
 
 Harmony of Spirit and Matter, 
 
 The harmony of human souls is like a river, whose 
 perpetual flow winds on together into the ultimate sea 
 of each one s spirituality; whose terminus is the ex- 
 haustless ocean of spiritualized intellectuality ; whose 
 fountain is the fathomless storehouse of infinity, ren 
 dered capable of eternal and limitless progression by 
 reason of the constant influx of the centripetal spirit, 
 which creates, and naught can destroy ; which wills, 
 and revolving worlds obey ; which looks, and foam 
 ing seas become as gentle as a rill ; which speaks, and 
 wondering hosts stand still ; at whose behest stars and 
 planets swell the glad anthem of universal praise ; 
 whose echo reverberates through all the vaults of heaven, 
 and sends its cadence of gladness down into the cheer 
 less, rayless, sunless, loveless abyss of woe, till impris 
 oned souls with wonder see their God, and, joining in 
 the sweet refrain, own " Him Lord of all." Then 
 shall the bridegroom and the bride be indivisible ; then 
 shall the " lion and the lamb lie down together," and 
 the child of Truth shall lead them ; then shall Universal 
 Nature, joining with the morning stars, answer back 
 the refrain as issued from the mouth of Jehovah, " the 
 mornings and the evenings of the eternity of ages be 
 hold thy works, and pronounce them very good." 
 
Oh, joy inexpressible, 
 
 Oh, bliss ineffable, 
 
 Oh, wondrous love divine. 
 
 " The heavens Thy glory, Lord, declare 
 The earth Thy works proclaim," 
 
 All Nature s ruled by Thy command, 
 And glorifies Thy name. 
 
 Eternal harmony is Thine, 
 
 In heaven, and earth, and sea, 
 Thy home s throughout the realms of space, 
 
 Thy days Eternity. 
 
 Thou fadest not by length of years, 
 
 Nor yet by age grows old, 
 All time with Thee is as twere not 
 
 In Thee all things infold. 
 
 Or ever worlds began, Thou wert 
 
 Or fade Thou still shalt be, 
 Eternal youth is Thine abode 
 
 Thou fill st immensity. 
 
 Thy chariot s the universe 
 
 Borne on the wheels of time, 
 Worlds uncreate, at Thy command, 
 
 Wheel quickly into line. 
 
 From out the vast expanse of space 
 
 Thou dost creation bring, 
 And new-born worlds join in Thy praise, 
 
 Thou Universal King. 
 
 Thy holy temple s far beyond 
 The range of mortal thought, 
 
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 From out Thy sanctuary, Lord, 
 Thou hast creation brought. 
 
 There, in that fathomless abyss, 
 
 Thou walkest, Lord, alone, 
 And whereso er creation is 
 
 Thou hast set up Thy throne. 
 
 And in the finite realms of space, 
 
 Each grade ascending higher, 
 Thou hast evolved the human race 
 
 Of which Thou art the sire. 
 
 His heart to Thine so well attuned, 
 
 A living, thinking lyre, 
 Thou canst within his being reign, 
 
 Thou dost his soul inspire. 
 
 Upon his brain Thou didst reflect 
 
 The impress of Thy thought, 
 And thus within man s conscious soul 
 
 Thou hast Thyself inwrought. 
 
 
 
 And thus through organism came 
 
 The seraphs in their line, 
 May be it were of finer mould 
 
 That stamped them more divine. 
 
 What though the mould were coarse or fine, 
 
 It changeth not Thy plan, 
 Eternal life Thou hast inwrought 
 
 Through intellectual man. 
 
 In his formation Thou hast found 
 
 A substance near akin, 
 To that within Thy spotless self, 
 
 Free from the taint of sin. 
 
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 So perfect in his heart attuned 
 
 To that of Thy own lyre, 
 Thou hast in him an essence found 
 
 Of earth t is something higher. 
 
 And touched by Thy magnetic will 
 
 Responsive to Thy thought, 
 Blending within his finer parts 
 
 Thou hast Thyself inwrought. 
 
 How wondrous is Thy mighty love 
 
 In all Thy works displayed, 
 In tempest in the tiny flower, 
 
 Thy glory is arrayed. 
 
 Oh ! how shall man attempt to scan 
 
 The wisdom of Thy will, 
 Whate er of good there is Thou art 
 
 May be what seemeth ill. 
 
 Or erst the mind can comprehend 
 
 Of Thee the smallest part, 
 Thou takest up Thy blest abode 
 
 Within the human heart. 
 
 Unknown, unseen, yet all around, 
 
 In everything Thou art, 
 Throughout all time, throughout all space, 
 
 Thou art the greater part. 
 
 And yet so subtle is Thy power, 
 
 Thy essence so divine, 
 Impossible to search Thee out, 
 
 Thy nature to define. 
 
 The pearly dew-drop is Thy tear, 
 Thou dost descend in rain, 
 
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 And yet to find Thy biding-place 
 Man ever must complain. 
 
 Thou look st to us through every star, 
 
 Thy voice is in the rill, 
 It speaks to us in softest tones, 
 
 And thunders with it thrill. 
 
 We see Thy majesty and power 
 In worlds revolving round, 
 
 In everything by beauty shaped 
 Thy loveliness is found. 
 
 Thy heart of tender sympathy 
 Pulsates the mortal breast, 
 
 And entering into human souls 
 Gives Thy beloved rest. 
 
 HAS REVELATION CEASED ? 
 
 The cadences from time past, the inspiration of the 
 present, the mutterings and golden glimmerings of the 
 future, answer, with indisputable, knowledge-laden 
 tongues, No ! Great as may have been the ages of the 
 past, science, with its imperial, glittering dawn of the 
 present unfolding of truth, casting its aurora high o er 
 the mountain tops of a false theology, and into the 
 cavern-vaults of superstition, responds, there cometh 
 other revelations, whose record shall be greater than 
 that which time has rolled back on the scroll of the 
 past. 
 
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 The pioneers of intellectual, spiritual and moral de 
 velopment, which have long since passed into the eter 
 nity of ages, have but broken up the fallow ground for 
 a greater advancement, wherein is hidden the more 
 precious germs of truth, to be followed again by those 
 on whom the dispensation of revelation shall have dif 
 fused a more glorious awakening. The tall oaks of 
 superstition, planted by the hand groping in darkness, 
 still grasping after light, are, one by one, being up 
 rooted by the flaming sword of truth, issuing from the 
 Eden of divine revelation. Witchcraft and wiseacres 
 have been supplanted by modern intelligence. The 
 law of cause and effect has consigned to a resurrec- 
 tionless tomb the superstitious bigotry of the ancients 
 Intolerance and religious persecutions have given way 
 to a liberal and consistent faith; while God the Father, 
 God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, are each and 
 all closely allied to humanity, and see us not afar off; 
 neither do we look at them as through a " glass, 
 darkly," but behold them " face to face," through the 
 marvellous tissues of nature s handy works. " In His 
 own image created He man, male and female created 
 He them," and the life or spirit which they inherit, 
 came it not from the breath of His own nostrils, there 
 by having created humanity as heirship to a most 
 royal knighthood, of which God the Father is the 
 Grand Potentate, and of which each and every member 
 is approximating a glorious ultimatum in the family of 
 God, through the revelations of coming ages. God 
 the Father (eternal Spirit, an-S first great cause), God 
 the Son (as manifested in humanity), and God the 
 Holy Ghost (the soul s sweet Comforter), must forever 
 remain in communion together: and hence revelations 
 
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 from Father to child must exist, until, in the culmina 
 tion of ages, they shall inherit one counsel-chamber 
 together. 
 
 The laborers, animate and inanimate, are bursting 
 the charnel houses wherein are imprisoned famishing 
 souls, hungering for more light ; and Revelation, clad 
 in imperial robes, fresh from the hand of the Infinite, 
 is proclaiming, " Peace on earth, and good will to 
 
 men." 
 
 The zephyrs waft the glad tidings from the four 
 winds of heaven. The gentle dews and falling rain, 
 with tears of sparkling gladness, tell anew the revela 
 tion of love. Each warbling songster is but a heaven- 
 ordained minister, having received the rights of priest 
 hood to sing the songs of universal praise. Each 
 flower, which lifts its face to greet the morning sun, 
 tells the beneficence of that power which creates in 
 love, and despoils but to resurrect in greater glory. 
 Each trembling blade of grass points to the eternal 
 dome from whence naught but goodness flows. Each 
 murmuring brook and bejeweled cascade sigh the 
 requiem of a somber-clad priesthood, and welcome in, 
 as they wind on with musical flow to the sea, the in 
 coming era of hope and intellectual advancement, in 
 which the light of science and spirituality unfold the 
 rich developments of a higher revelation, wherein is 
 seen the manifest wisdom of that universal law of 
 love which creates in wondrous harmony the mighty 
 concourse of heavenly worlds, and fits them up as 
 habitations for the soul on which the signet of im 
 mortality has been stamped, and the index-finger of 
 eternal progression has affixed its seal. "God mani 
 fest in the fle.sh " is seen in the kindling emotion of 
 
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 intellectuality, as it radiates the sparkling eye, and 
 reflects itself in the changing countenance, giving 
 expression to the language of thought ere the lips had 
 fashioned its utterance. In acts of kindly benevolence, 
 which give words of cheer to the disconsolate, or 
 smoothes a care from the furrowed brow of age, or 
 gives encouragement to the young aspirant as he 
 struggles up the rocky cliffs in his pursuit after the 
 golden grain scattered here and there from the ripened 
 sheaves of a more advanced harvest, as in every act 
 of devotion in which the developing soul seeks after 
 light from the fountains of truth, may be seen God 
 manifest in the flesh. It is not necessary to go to 
 Jerusalem to receive fresh sources of inspiration or 
 revelation, nor yet to Mount Horeb or Pisgah, nor to 
 the inner temple, where rested the ark of the cove 
 nant, in which were deposited the tables of stone, the 
 commandments of the Jewish dispensation ; but to 
 that inner sanctuary of the human soul wherein the 
 vulture s eye hath not seen nor the lion s whelps trod 
 den ; where God takes up his habitation with human 
 ity ; where the tables are ever spread in the living, 
 pulsating temple, ready to receive the commandments 
 and dispensations of revelation which the Omniscient 
 is ever inscribing upon his living tablets. Here is a 
 higher priesthood than was Moses or Aaron, a priest 
 hood which not only has viewed the promised land, 
 but has fitted it up for our habitation, and is now 
 journeying with us, a "pillar of cloud by day and a 
 pillar of fire by night "; and He will surely pass with 
 us safely through the Red Sea and the wilderness of 
 doubt, making sure our passport to the summer land, 
 where our triumphant souls shall bask in the sunshine 
 
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 of eternal truth, and our feet walk the fields ever 
 fresh with the budding blossoms, whose fruit withereth 
 not nor perisheth. but remains an eternal inheritance 
 for the healing of the nations. Should time complete 
 its rounds of evolutions, and the scroll of its record 
 be deposited only in the archives of eternity, and 
 there should be no more day nor night ; still would the 
 dawning day of new and perpetual revelation be the 
 light before which all present luminaries would pale 
 in their luster, and with angel hosts ascribe the bright 
 ness of everlasting glory to Him " who is the way, the 
 truth and the life " ; who from everlasting to everlast 
 ing is the ever-present revelation of good-will to man. 
 Every ray of science which sends its divergent flashes 
 of light athwart the intellectual sky, giving new 
 sources of delight to the enraptured soul, is but an 
 other revelation from Jehovah sent out as a winged 
 messenger of love from the great store-house of treas 
 ures resting in the cabinet of Infinity, every one of 
 which is a link binding man more closely to his God. 
 
 Through revelation we clasp hands with the In 
 finite ; and as a child, look trustingly and reverently 
 into the face of our Father. How joyfully we trace 
 His footsteps in the ages of the past, the music of the 
 spheres having kept time to His foot-falls. 
 
 How eagerly we grasp the hand He so lovingly ex 
 tends, and through communion with Him as mani 
 fested in the revelation of His works, hold counsel 
 with cherubims and seraphims, who sung their anthems 
 at creation s early dawn. Each sea-shell (cloistered in 
 ocean s briny depths) has, in the drapery of its varie 
 gated colorings, fresh developments of a wondrous reve 
 lation, and clearly shows, on its canvas-shell, the deli- 
 
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 cate tracings of an unrivaled Artist. The tiny insect 
 with its meager thread of life, artistically and success 
 fully building up its temple from the depths of ocean 
 to the crest of its billowy wave, is but planting on 
 coral reef another expression of divine revelation. 
 The mountains, as they lift their formidable heights, 
 piercing the vaults of the eternal blue, resting their 
 heads on the bosom of the sky, as if to approach 
 nearer to the counsel chambers of Infinity, that they 
 might hear the more secret conclave thereof, are but 
 another chapter, in which is penciled by the finger of 
 Jehovah the teachings of his incomparable law. The 
 circling rounds of ages past have inscribed on their 
 tablets of stone, as indelibly as were the command 
 ments on the mount, the history of their record ; and 
 the manifold coverings wove in the loom of incalcula 
 ble ages, wrapped and interlaced over and around the 
 stony frame-work of earth, are but the canvas sheets, 
 upon whose warp and woof the shuttle of time has 
 written in its thread-work the outgoings and incom 
 ings of the footprints of Omnipotence ; until, by His 
 munificent power, He has brought order out of chaos, 
 and has caused the barren rock to blossom as the rose, 
 and the " Sons of God to shout for joy." Great and 
 incomparable as He is, in the majesty of His creation, 
 and in the manipulations of His law and love ; still He 
 claims kinship to earth, and to the inhabitants thereof; 
 holding them in the hollow of His hand, fanning them 
 with the breath of His nostrils, and feeding them from 
 His sumptuous spread tables. The nations lying latent 
 in the womb of future ages will read from chapters of 
 earth and rock our record, as we now read the myste 
 rious history of the peoples which have preceded us. 
 
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 Herculaneum, now unveiling herself in the confines of 
 her long imprisoned tomb, is but giving to us a fresh 
 revelation of the wondrous past; and the cloistered 
 womb of earth, now made cavernous by the miner s 
 hand, is lifting the vail from the temple where God had 
 hid away earth s rarest treasures. So science, which 
 is but another name for revelation, is constantly un 
 folding to our vision the mysteries of God s marvelous 
 storehouse ; until, through the agency of revelation, the 
 trinity of intelligence, (God, man and angels) shall sit 
 down and hold sweet counsel together. In the seeth 
 ing tempest which shakes to the very center the super 
 structure of one s being, the heart lifts its complain 
 ings to the Infinite ; and though no wail may escape 
 the compressed lips, yet a smothered sigh of anguish 
 pierces the vaults of Heaven, unbars the tabernacle 
 where dwells the source of all compassion, and angels, 
 ever in sympathy with the tender heart of Jehovah, 
 come in response to the call, which binds all intelli 
 gence into one great family of unity, to offer min 
 istrations of condolence, and impart their sustaining 
 strength; and man, linking hands with the angels, is 
 enabled to walk, in the dignity of his manhood, up 
 right in the presence of his God. Though the tem 
 pest shall howl ever so fierce, still, behind the mutter- 
 in LT thunders of a frowning Sinai, watching the sway 
 ing tempest, holding in His hand the forked lightning 
 which pierces the spirit, sits a loving Father, directing 
 the storm ; and in the deep sea-soundings of the soul, 
 above the roar of the tempest, may be heard, as of 
 yore, the " Master s " voice, bidding the storm in the 
 heart of the tempest-tossed mariner, " be still." The 
 roaring cataract, which bears the spirit down to the 
 
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 whirlpool of despair, hears His voice ; and the bil 
 lowy waves, rearing their frowning crests mountain 
 high, behold His face, and in abashment backward roll, 
 and pillow themselves on the sobbing bosom of the 
 deep. The winds, rending into shreds the web-work 
 of the soul, see the divine presence, and fold them 
 selves in the shrouds of heaven ; while the nearly- 
 wrecked mariner, loosed from his moorings, like the 
 gigantic iceberg of the North, to be borne down to 
 the gulf-stream, there to he lapped up by the rays of a 
 tropical sun, looks trustingly into the " Master s " assur 
 ing face, and walks the swelling breast of sorrow s 
 wave unharmed secure in the panoply of angels. 
 
 A saving Christ walks the wave of Gallilee in hu 
 manity s stricken heart to-day, as boldly as He did in 
 the days of a sinking Peter. Moses and Elias are now 
 in as close proximity to earth as when they were seen 
 in transfiguration on the mount ; and God spoke not 
 more audibly to Adam in the garden, than He calls to 
 man in this, the nineteenth century : while angels, in 
 their divine mission, sent out by the Father, walk the 
 earth, clad in the habiliments of men, as really as did 
 the three with whom Abraham conversed ; and in the 
 prophetic teachings of the " wise men " of to-day, the 
 expressions of divine will are as clearly manifest as 
 they were in the earlier revelations given to John on 
 the Isle of Patmos. The Pool of Siloam, touched by 
 the healing virtues of the Eternal, is as efficacious to 
 cleanse the leprous spots, as were its troubled waters 
 when beholding in the embodiment of man that power 
 which spake the dead into life, and caused the scales 
 to fall from eyes hitherto shut out from the light of 
 day. 
 
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 ART. 
 
 Art is the achievement and development of the con 
 ceptions of the imagination which the ingenuity of 
 man has reduced to a science and practice, in which 
 are found symmetry of form, elegance of proportion, 
 and the perfection of beauty ; the key of which is held 
 in the hand of Omnipotence, who alone is the Master 
 of Art, and from whom all its devices have been bor 
 rowed. The schedules from which men draw their 
 designs are spread out on earth and sky; while Infinity 
 works from the limitless canvas-sheet of His own 
 imagery. From time to time He drops a link to earth, 
 by which the ingenious Spirit of Art unravels the 
 beauteous mystery, and with an admiration akin to 
 worship, men pause, and pay profound homage to that 
 which Jehovah hath touched. He distills and draws 
 unto Himself by the magnetic power of His will from 
 the subtle principles of earth and air, the properties 
 with which to paint the sun-beam, and to color the 
 rose. The gray of ocean and the emerald green of 
 forest and meadow-land were inwoven by the chemical 
 shuttle of Divine Art. The pencil and brush which 
 decorates with multiplicity of pictures the plumage of 
 the feathered tribe, are wielded by Him whose good- 
 m-^s lets not a sparrow fall to the ground without His 
 notice. The landscape of hills, plains, mountains, and 
 valleys were sculptured by the artistic chisel of Inflex 
 ible Will. A place for the rivers, oceans, and seas was 
 inlaid by the diamond edge of thought, while their 
 waters were made soluble by the kneading of God s 
 plastic hand. The Heavens were builded in their 
 
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 UNIVERSITY 
 ^CAUFO^ 
 
 magnificent splendor by the architectural design of 
 Supremacy, and their ever-changing, floating drapery, 
 tinted with unrivaled colors, weaving themselves into 
 fantastic shapes and forms, was the study of Nature s 
 Upholsterer. The conceptions of Raphael and the wild 
 imagery of Dore were but the felt influences upon their 
 sensitive brains of a reflection of the electro-magnetic 
 thought of God, breathed upon their souls as an in 
 spiration, and by them transferred to the canvas a mere 
 copy of Divine Art. 
 
 The sublime pictures traced by the poet s fancy, the 
 dreams of Milton, the transition of Dante s fervid im 
 aginings, like the awful scenes portrayed by John on 
 the Isle of Patmos, were but emanations from God, 
 with which they had come en rapport. The thought 
 on which the orator takes his loftiest flight, clothing 
 his conceptions with figures whose touch burns into 
 the soul, is but a glimmer of an expression from the 
 endless canvas-sheet with which the Almighty wraps 
 His Majesty. 
 
 Ill Memory of H. C, Kibbe, 
 
 Oh, the sad, sad hours of anguish, 
 
 Which rent a brother s heart with woe, 
 
 Oh. the galling throes of sadness, 
 Which did his noble soul o erflow. 
 
 Crowded around his earthly vision 
 Clouds of deadly, darkest hue, 
 
 Blotting out each ray of sun-light, 
 From his spirit vision s view. 
 
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 Hope had fled from out its mansion, 
 Chased away by trembling fear, 
 
 Angels well might weep with pity 
 O er his sad untimely bier. 
 
 When the poor came to his notice 
 For their wants he freely gave ; 
 
 When he needed consolation, 
 Who was there to help or save ? 
 
 Happy they who scape the burdens 
 Which his wearied soul had known, 
 
 Happy they around whose pathway 
 Flowers with fewer thorns are strewn, 
 
 Judge him not, oh erring mortals, 
 
 Heaven alone his jury be ; 
 God discerns the secret impulse, 
 
 Men the outward actions see. 
 
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 Dedicated to 
 
 Midst the darkness and gloom 
 Which encompass our way, 
 
 Tis a virtue to weep, 
 Tis a virtue to pray. 
 
 Tis the Lord, who marks out 
 
 Life s devious way, 
 Through the darkness of night 
 
 Riseth the brightness of day. 
 
 And so through the darkness 
 Which now circles us round, 
 
 The future abundant 
 Shall in glories abound. 
 
 For the night must be dark 
 E re the morning appears, 
 
 And sheaves of the harvest 
 
 Crown the spring time of tears. 
 
 Our sheaves in the future 
 Shall be rich in the grain 
 
 Now planted in sorrow, 
 And watered with pain. 
 
 The plow share of sorrow 
 Hath its furrows deep laid, 
 
 While the harrow of anguish 
 Hath its crevices made. 
 
 But the mold shall be rich 
 When the summer appears, 
 
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 And yields us a harvest 
 
 The sweet fruitage of tears. 
 
 If the soul shall be purer 
 
 For this harrowing pain, 
 We ll write in the ledger 
 
 All our losses as gain. 
 
 We ll gather some jewel 
 
 From this casket of woe, 
 Whose bright Hashing lusture 
 
 Shall all others out-glow. 
 
 And wear it emblazoned 
 
 A coronet rare, 
 The costliest jewel 
 
 Which the Lord could prepare. 
 
 For tis by this treasure 
 
 Two hearts are as one, 
 And the Seraphs in heaven 
 
 First its rhapsodies sung. 
 
 The echo came floating 
 
 Through the ether, and blue, 
 
 So that mortals might sing 
 Of its rhapsodies too. 
 
 And our souls caught the fire 
 
 Of this heavenly strain, 
 Ringing out from the chimes 
 
 Which the Lord doth doth ordain, 
 
 And an echo s returned 
 To the archives above, 
 
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 That poor mortals have learned 
 The sweet music of love. 
 
 Then ring out an anthem 
 
 All glory and praise, 
 For such wondrous crowning 
 
 By the "Ancient Of Days." 
 
 Tis true by these graces 
 We are subject to pain, 
 
 Yet I would not its joys, 
 Nor sorrows disdain. 
 
 I d bear the full measure 
 Whatever it might be, 
 
 That the Lord of the harvest 
 Sends in love unto me. 
 
 Should the cup be rounded 
 And in sorrow o erflow, 
 
 Still the Lord knoweth best, 
 How His mercies to show. 
 
 Let us slaken our thirst 
 At the foot of the cross, 
 
 For tis here, that the Lord 
 Frees the Soul from its dross. 
 
Faithful. Dedicated to - 
 
 In hours of deepest trial, 
 
 And midst the darkest gloom, 
 
 The loyal heart remaineth firm, 
 Be this, or that the doom. 
 
 No evenascent blossom, 
 
 Light floating in the air, 
 And borne on balmy breezes 
 
 Neath Skies both clear and fair; 
 
 But in the soul s deep storehouse, 
 Secured from mortal gaze, 
 
 There lives love s hidden treasure, 
 Whose worth all griefs assuage. 
 
 Tis decked with priceless jewels, 
 
 As valuable as rare; 
 Not all the wealth of earthly store 
 
 Can with it s worth compare. 
 
 It pales not midst life s trials, 
 But steadfast, firm and true, 
 
 Grows richer in its blending, 
 When tinged with sorrow s hue. 
 
 Indeed its matchless radiance 
 Through life s most fretful storm, 
 
 With flashing jewels lights the gloom 
 That curtains round the morn. 
 
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 So dear one, when this is passed, 
 
 This peril, and this gloom, 
 From out the ashes of the past, 
 
 Like spirits from the tomb 
 
 We ll resurrect a happier life, 
 More joyous, and more fair, 
 
 Less frought with new-born tendencies- 
 Unsullied by despair. 
 
 Then sorrow s poniard pierce the soul, 
 
 With anguish most severe, 
 Twill reproduce abundant joys, 
 
 To crown each coming year. 
 
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 "Cuttings, " by P. Annetta Peckham, the discriminations of light and 
 shade with which the various topics are treated, if reduced to canvas would 
 grace the artistic work of a master s brush. It is a live book, metaphysical 
 in character. [Los Angeles Daily Star. 
 
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