- nual deposit was 10.5 tons. On the county
building, 160 feet above street level, the amount was 7.8 tons, and on the Reaper Block, 120 feet above street level, 12.6 tons. The situation in Chicago is different only in degree from that prevailing in every large city. It would be interesting (and no doubt appalling) to know how many tons of soot enter the lungs of the inhabitants of our large cities.—Good Health.
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Sorrow—See Suffering Transformed.
SORROW FOR A LOST CAUSE
In reminiscences of her husband, General George E. Pickett, of the Confederate Army, his widow has this to say in regard to the sadness that filled the Southern heart at the close of the unsuccessful war:
He (General Pickett) gave his staff a farewell
breakfast at our home. They did not
once refer to the past, but each wore a blue
strip tied like a sash around his waist. It
was the old headquarters flag, which they had
saved from the surrender and torn into strips,
that each might keep one in sad memory.
After breakfast he went to the door, and
from a white rose-bush which his mother
had planted, he cut a bud for each. He put
one in my hair and pinned one to the coat of
each of his officers. Then for the first time
the tears came, and the men who had been
closer than brothers for four fearful years
clasped hands in silence and parted. (Text.)
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SOUL A UNITY
The Christian soul is not a department
store. It does not advertise songs for Sunday,
sharp bargains for Monday, doubts for
Tuesday, worldliness for Wednesday, dishonesty
for Thursday, compunction for Friday,
repentance for Saturday, and then songs
again for Sunday. No! The Christian soul
is not a fractional mechanism, but an organism.
It is fed by the divine sap that flows
into it from the true vine. Thus does the
glow of its life splendor every service it renders.
The rich hues of its godliness vein the
whole of its life as a spiritual mosaic.—F. F.
Shannon.
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SOUL AND NATURE
The daisy brightening in the shadow of
the hedge-row, or strewing the fields as with
golden flakes; the trees spreading their whispering
roof of tremulous foliage, or holding
against the blast their rugged arms, inlocked
with a trunk deep-set and rooted; brooks,
lapsing or leaping from their summit springs;
the ocean, which takes these to itself, without
an added ripple on its bays, or an increase
of its tides; all sounds, of mirth, or suffering,
or fear; the drowsy hum of multitudinous
insects; the arrowy song of birds,
swifter than wings, aspiring to the skies;
all forms and tones of human life; the immeasurable
azure which is over us everywhere,
brilliant with stars, or flecked with
clouds, or made the blue and boundless realm
of the victorious sun—all these, and all the
visible system which these but partly represent,
the soul perceives. It goes out to them,
in its observant, inspecting glance. It meets
and hears them, if they are vocal, with its
attent sense. It apprehends them all, arranges
them in their natural and obvious order,
assigns to each its place and service, and
lives amid them as in a home reared for it
and furnitured at the commencement of its
being.—Richard S. Storrs.
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SOUL FLIGHT
A human soul went forth into the night,
Shutting behind it Death's mysterious door,
And shaking off with strange, resistless might
The dust that once it wore.
So swift its flight, so suddenly it sped—
As when by skillful hand a bow is bent
The arrow flies—those watching round the bed
Marked not the way it went.
Through the clear silence of the moonless dark,
Leaving no footprint of the road it trod,
Straight as an arrow cleaving to its mark,
The Soul went home to God.
"Alas!" they cried, "he never saw the morn,
But fell asleep outwearied with the strife"—
Nay, rather, he arose and met the dawn
Of everlasting life.
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SOUL, GREATNESS OF THE
The mountain is vast in size and weight.
The weary feet clamber over it painfully. It
offers homes along its breast to the enterprise
which seeks them. Its quarries build
palaces, and its woods timber navies. It lifts
its crown of snow and ice against the sky,
and stands amid the scene a very monarch
of earth, primeval and abiding. But the
soul can compass that mountain in its
