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I wonder if they know it. those little ones whose
days
Are spent where sadness hovers and beauty
never strays;
Whose childhood ceased the moment that they
had strength to bear
The burdens which were waiting, whose little
faces care
Has marred with cruel fingers, whose eyes have
lost their glow,
Whose hopes have withered early—! wonder
if they know?
The balls are ringing loudly, the splendid
anthems rise.
And hatred is forgotten and ruthless frenzy
dies;
The story of His glory wo gladly hear
again.
And for
for a precious moment Love comes once
more to reign;
But they whose cheeks are pallid, poor little
heirs of woe.
Who sit in darkened hovels—I wonder if they
know)
Around the altars lilies in spotless white are
set.
That we may still remember, that no one may
forget;
The brave words that He uttered we solemnly
repeat.
We learn again the lesson and deem the learning
sweet;
His message to the children is reverently
heard.
But are the little toilers by glad emotion
stirred >
Hi* promise is repeated where heads are gravely
bowed.
Men cease a while to covet, and women, fait
and proud.
Kneel piously and humbly and for His
mercy prav.
Their vanity forgotten, their envy put away;
We aing that he is risen, the lordly and the
low.
But, poor, wan little toilers, I wonder if they
know ?
Ring out, O chimes of Easter, that all mankind
may hear,
That pride may be forgotten and love may
reappear.
That they who proudly covet and they who
foster greed
May hear the saving message and, hearing, pause
to heed—
That they, poor little toilers, condemned to early
woe.
And cheated of their childhood, at last may
gladly know 1
S. E. KISER
Art* Eat Through Lead Cables.
Wh re ants are causing much trou
ble In South Australia In telephone
cables and also in the underground
electric light lines. On the lead
sheathed telephone cables crosses be
tween the circuits began to occur.
Upon withdrawing some of this cable
from the ducts it was found that the
ants had eaten through the lead in
many places. On the Sidney system
i of electric lighting the ants ate
through tho bitumen compound and
then through the lead and high ten
sion insulation next to the wire. To
| stop the ravages which will incur an
| enormous expense if not checked,
arsesious oxide mixed with bitumen,
I a sort of pitch, is being applied to the
cables. Carbon bisulphide is also be
ing tried with the idea that the odor
will drive the ants away.
Just Occurred to Him.
“It never struck me before,” said
Mr. Wimpleton, “but Dr. Temple
stopped me this morning to tell me
what a big. handsome, manly-looking
fellow our son had grown to be.”
“I don't see how you could help no
ticing it,” his wife replied. "I have
been aware of it all the time; but I
guess a mother Is more likely to look
t£\ such things than a father Is."
“Oh, I’ve realized that Will wrp
handsome and manly-looking, all
right. You never have been any more
proud of him than I have been.”
“But you just said It never had
struck you before.”
"I mean It never struck me before
how much ho rest*cables me.”
I FEEL in myself the future life.
I am like a forest once cut down;
the new shoots are stronger and
livelier than ever. 1 am rising,
I knew, toward the sky. The sun
shine is on my head. The earth gives
me its generous sap, but heaven lights
me with the reflection of unknown
worlds.
You say the soul is nothing but the
resultant of the bodily powers. Why.
then, is my soul more luminous when
my bodily powers begin to fail? Win
! ter is on my head, but eternal spring
is In my heart. I breathe at this hour
the fragrance of the lilacs,‘the violetB
! and the roses, as at twenty years.
The nearer I approach the end the
plainer I hear around me the immor
tal symphonies of the worlds which
invite me. It is marvelous yet sim
ple. It is a fairy tale, and it is his
tory.
For half a century I have been
writing my thoughts in prose and in
verse; history, philosophy, drama, ro
mance, tradition, satire, ode and
song; I have tried all. But I feel I
have not said the thousandth part of
what is in me. When 1 go down to
the grave I can say like many others,
“I have finished my day’s work.” But
I cannot say, ‘‘I have finished my
life.” My day's work will begin again
the next morning. The tomb is not a
blind alley; it is thoroughfare. It
closes on the twilight, it opens on the
dawn.—Victor Hugo.
WHY THE RABBIT AT EASTER
Pretty Legend of Olden Times Con*
nects Bunny and the Eggs It Is
Supposed to Lay.
So many have asked, “Why Is the
rabbit so-closely associated with East-1
er?" Each year at this season the
cunning little bunny appears in the
shop windows beside downy chicks
and gayly-colored eggs. The legend of
i the Easter rabbit is one of the most
! ancient in mythological lore and is
closely related to the folk tales of
southern Germany.
In the beginning of things, it seems,
the rabbit was a bird. As a great far
for the. goddess Ostara, who was the
patron of spring, gave it four legs, for
which the rabbit was deeply grateful.
In remembrance of its former life as a
bird, when the spring or Easter season
comes it lays eggs of gorgeous colors,
and the egg has always been a symbol
of the resurrection, and therefore used
i at Easter time when we look for the
life everlasting and all things made
| new.
It is a German custom for children
I to go to their godmothers at Easter for
1 the gift of colored eggs and a baked
rabbit. Just before Easter the chil
dren are sent to the garden to build a
nest for the expected rabbit, and early
Easter morning they go with great ex
pectations, and are never disappoint
ed, to get the eggs which the rabbit
has laid for them. Even in Africa,
among the heathen tribes, worship of
; the egg is common. No altar is com
plete without its egg decoration, and
most huts have at least one sacred
egg. On all the eggs devoted to the
rites of worship a verse from the
Koran is written at each end, white
the sides are ornamented by scenes
from the Nile.
A rare specimen of these eggs is to
be seen in the Detroit Museum of Art.
The etchings on the shell follow close
ly the same general design as the
paintings of men and women that
1 ware recently found in Cairo.
The Glory
of
Easter Day
In the land of the Orescent and Star,
As the Easter dny draws n'gh,
I ponder,fed the tale of thfe Holy Cross,
The tale that redeemeth my soul from
loss;
And from Ups of Mary afar
I hear an echoing sigh:
“They have taken away my l ord.
And I know not where h is laid!'*
Ah, Mary, your plaint is mi-ie'
Too often wo come thru the gloom
In the dawn of the Kaster morning.
Its beautiful messages seorntng.
To weep at an empty tomb.
He Is risen, he Is net here,
Go out on the highways to meet Mm;
Go bring the disci[.les to gr et him.
Go scatter the glad Easter cheer.
Truly are those to bo pitied who
fall of realizing the real message of
Easter cheer. And there is a sad, sig
nificant lesson In the wav that Easter
is understood and regarded before sor
row and bereavement have touched
and Bhadotved the life, and then, the
way it is welcomed and harbored after
affliction has altered one’s entire out
look on life.
To the young it Is a day of rejoic
ing. With Its lilies, azaleas and roses,
its carols of hope and triumph, its
breath of spring and promise of re
newal, It seems an echo of their own
youth and Joyousness, a glad reminder
that the 'winter is over and past, and
the voice of turtle-doves is heard in
the land.
This is as it should be. We are not
of those who think that stern and sor
rowful truth should be ifhpressed up
on the young. Time, the great in
former, will soon enough acquaint
them with life’s vicissitudes and
losses and for those who long escape
the scorching breath of sorrow we are
glad and thankful. They know that
grief exists, that trials are known,
that afflictions come, but usually hope
and buoyancy whisper, “Not for us;
no, not for us.” And so the strength
and cheer of youth furnish strength
and endurance for the years to come.
How' soon in the wido school of ex
perience the most of us find life out!
How impressions alter and views
changa as “events lika billows roll,”
and whether we will oi not the exact
ing hand of time shapes and matures
and settles our convictions and beliefs.
Blessed and fortunate are those who.
through the guidance ot Christian par
ents and the teachings of the Scrip
tures, have attained to manhood and
to womanhood armored to a degree
against the thrusts and wounds of
time.
But, after all, that which poor
humanity dreads most, shrinks from
with greatest quailing at heart, is
the separation from those held most
dear, whose ’ives are ou; lives, whose
removal is the stroke sounding the
death knell of joyousness and content.
And It Is to those whose whole future
has been darkened by dire affliction
that Easter is most precious, because
THREE MARYS AT THE TOMB.
it is full of teaching and hope and
promise not only for the life that now
is, but also to a marked degree for
the one that is to come. Often and
often the only gleam of comfort a
stricken heart can feel is the hope of
reunion in a brighter world to come.
It buoys one up when the deep waters
of grief and bereavement threaten to
engulf the soul.
Many mourners find a forlorn sat
isfaction in standing by the spot
where their beloved ones have been
laid. If they could only realize that
in reality it is empty! No love, no
remembrance, nothing that constitutes
lifi is there. Life, love, memory and
vitality revel in a land
“Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But bloom for aye, eternal.”
It would seem that the most signi
ficant, comforting and inspiriting les
sons of East©* were for those who
mourn. It has to do with the sepulchre
and the sleep of the dead. Yet only
in tltelr past tense. Ita true meaning
is resurgam—I shall rise again; it has
to do chiefly with life, renewal, spring
ing from torpor and death into vigor,
activity, endurance, all that goes to
make up the great word, Life!
That definition is not to be applied
only to those who have passed out
of this present life. Souls there are
which are dead to all their best In
terests; buried, as it were. In iniquity
and sin. Their lives darkened by
separation from all that constitutes a
true and worthy life. To such come
the clarion cry; “Awake, thou that
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deepest, and arise from tile dead, and !
Christ shall give thee light." These
words were not spoken to the physi
cally dead, but to the dead in tres
passes and sins.
A resurrection from one’s old self, ,
and from an existence at variance
with truth and righteousness, might
well bo begun at. Eastertide. It ,
would, indeed, be the beginning of j
eternal life. The purity of the lilies, 1
with their waxen petals, symbolize the
white and spotless bloom of the bouI
that, freed from all mortal trammels,
has arisen to celectial spheres. I»
like manner a soiled and broken life
may become cleansed and pure by
the casting away of the garment of
sin, and seeking at the hands of God
a garment new, and clean, and white,
the beautiful garment of righteous
ness.
Ever from the land of the Crescent and
Star
‘‘As the Master day draws nigh.
We ponder the tale of the Holy Cross,
The tale that redeems our souls from ,
loss—"
and most thankfully and with sacred 1
joy do we welcome this most Inspiring
and Inspiriting day.
What should we do for comfort, if
when we stand by the cypress trees
EASTER MORNING.
! we could not look beyond the mourn
ful shadows and see the glimmer of
a breaking Easter day? What hope
would there be for crushed and poor
earthbound souls If for them there
could be no spiritual resurrection, no
rising into a new life, now and here,
! through a renewing by Christ?
To every mourner we would say,
"Have faith In a third-day morning,"
i believe the true lesson of Easter day,
j and you shall be comforted.—The
! Christian Work and Evangelist.
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