the great stillness of the heights, and earth's mysteries and sorrows are interpreted by the higher providence of God.—F. F. Shannon.
(1382)
HEIGHTS, PRESSING TOWARD
The peaks of some mountains are always
enveloped in morning mists. They shut
down on the climber like a sky of lead beyond
which neither rift in the clouds or ray
of sunlight is visible. The expansive view
is excluded and self is left, humanly speaking,
alone in the gloom. But if he presses
forward, keeping onward and upward, the
light of the eastern sun will soon flood him
with light.
In the world we are often confused by the mountain mists. Then is the time to press forward, in the faith that we shall see the rays of the rising Son of righteousness dispel the clouds and light breaking forth. (Text.)
(1383)
Heights, Striving for the—See Gain Through Loss.
Hell, Threatened—See Sinners and God.
HELP FOR THE HELPLESS
During the South African war a manager
of a mine on the lonely veldt did his best
to discover and help the wounded British
soldiers in the neighborhood of his home.
When night came on the manager had to
give up his weary search. But he determined
to let the soldiers know of the refuge which
his house was ready to afford. So he sat
down to his little piano and played incessantly,
"God Save the Queen." Through
the night, while his fingers were numbed
with the cold, he played the British national
anthem, risking death at the hands of the
enemies if they had heard him. And one
by one the wounded soldiers struggled
toward the friendly roof and lay down in
the safe refuge of his home. It was a beautiful
version of the Savior's call to tired
and tempted men and women: "Come unto
me, and rest." (Text.)
(1384)
HELP ONE ANOTHER
"Help one another," the snowflakes said,
As they settled down in their fleecy bed,
"One of us here would never be felt,
One of us here would quickly melt;
But I'll help you, and you help me,
And then what a splendid drift there'll be."
"Help one another," the maple spray
Said to its fellow leaves one day;
"The sun would wither me here alone,
Long enough ere the day is gone;
But I'll help you, and you help me,
And then what a splendid shade there'll be."
"Help one another," the dew-drop cried,
Seeing another drop close to its side;
"The warm south wind would dry me away,
And I should be gone ere noon to-day;
But I'll help you, and you help me,
And we'll make a brook and run to the sea."
"Help one another," a grain of sand
Said to another grain close at hand;
"The wind may carry me over the sea,
And then, oh, what will become of me?
But, come, my brother, give me your hand,
We'll build a mountain and then we'll stand."
And so the snowflakes grew to drifts;
The grains of sand to a mountain;
The leaves became a summer shade;
The dew-drops fed a fountain.
—Source Unidentified.
(1385)
HELP, TIMELY APPEAL FOR
In the days of the United States Christian
Commission, at a time when help was
needed, a dinner was being served at Saratoga.
Mr. George H. Stuart, of Philadelphia,
a leader in the work, rose at table and
announced, "I have news from Charleston!"
Instantly all was silent. Then he added, "I
have a dispatch from the commanding officer
at Hilton Head, saying, 'For God's sake,
send us ice for our wounded soldiers! Will
the boarders at Saratoga respond?'" "We
will! We will! We will!" rang out in
chorus. Soon a purse of $3,200 was raised
and forwarded to the seat of war.
Help can always be secured if we
know the time and place and way of
asking.
(1386)
HELP, UNEXPECTED
Two men walking across a little park in
Washington (says Ida N. Tarbell) saw Mr.
Lincoln just ahead of them meet a crippled
soldier who was in a towering rage, cursing
the Government from the President down.
Mr. Lincoln asked what was the matter.
"Matter," snapt the soldier; "I'm just out
of a rebel prison. I've been discharged and
