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NEWS FROM THE WORKERS
PEACE—SUFFERING— VICTORY!
On Christmas morning I received
a very welcome present from a wom
an who has been sick in bed for two
and a half years; it was a beautiful
little painting, the work of her own
hands, and with the painting came
this card, on one side Christmas
greetings on the other side these
words from Isa. 26:3: “Thou wilt keep
Him in perfect peace, whose mind
is stayed on thee.”
Ever since I read the card I have
been impressed that I must preach
from this text. There is no real
pleasure or prosperity without peace.
I believe that there are a great host
of Christians in the world who have
pardon, but do not have peace. This
peace depends not on the Christian,
but on God, who not only saves but
keeps. The keeping power of God is
not emphasized as much as it should
be. As we secured pardon by trust
ing in Jesus, so must we secure peace
by the same means. It is not “trac
ing,” but “trusting.” It is as the old
Roman Catholic theologian, Thomas
a Kempis used to say: “Weighing ev
erything in the balance of the sanctu
ary.” Many providences like the He
brew language must be read back
wards.
It has been well suggested that
rays of happiness, like rays of light,
are colorless if unbroken. The great
English preacher, F. W. Robertson,
would remind us that sorrow is not
an accident, but, on the other hand,
it is the woof, which is woven into
the very warp of life. Standing on
one side of the carpet of life we may
be discouraged as we see a confusion
of threads, but in the fullness of time
A STORY IN VERSE—THE SWISS VIOLINIST
Where Helvetia’s hills historic
Pierce with icy peaks the sky
And the humblest human creature
Thrills with in-born liberty,
Where the avalanches awful
Scar and devastate the earth
And the edelweis, men tell us,
In the snow waste has its birth,
Where the simple mountain people
Laugh the wrath of kings to scorn
And of one maternal mountain
Both the Rhine and Rhone are born!
In a tiny mountain hamlet,
Where she had her life begun,
Dwelt a widowed Switzer woman
And her loved and only son.
And the widow’s son Andreas
Was a comely youth, but shy,
Grave and sober —slow in speaking,
Slower still to make reply.
Very faithful was Andreas
In life’s daily dull affairs;
Faithful in his care of cattle,
Faithful also at his prayers.
but rarely morbid,
Seldom man had failings fewer;
If the serpent Sin had touched him
It had left but trail obscure!
And the virgins of the village
His approval strove to gain;
But. (alas for human weakness!)
They assailed his heart in vain.
He beheld each rustic beauty
Like a rosy blossom tuck’d
In a cranny ’till he claimed it,
But the flower remained unplucked.
’Till the maidens soon —or later,
In a fashion that is Earth’s,
Smiled on more responsive lovers
Baked their bread at other hearths.
By REV. BEN COX, Little Rock, Ark.
we shall see on the other side, the
completed design wrought out by the
Master Weaver. There is an old
legend that once the birds had no
wings, the Lord dropped down wings
and they had the instinct to pick
them up with their beaks, and put
them on their backs; after a while
they found that these wings, which
they bore, were soon able to bear
them. So it has been with many an
afflicted one. Perhaps one of the
most striking examples of this is Miss
Helen Kellar, who, though blind, deaf
and dumb, since 19 months of age,
has learned to write, speak and sing.
At the Otological Congress at the
Harvard Medical School, she address
ed scientists who came from all over
the world, speaking in three lan
guages, English, French and German.
The great company were filled and
thrilled saying “it is almost a mira
cle.” The secret of it all is found in
her words, “Early in my life I re
solved that my affliction should be like
Aaron’s rod that budded.”
HOLCOMB OF “HORSE RACE”
FAME BACK IN COOKEVILLE,
TENNESSEE.
Rev. Walt Holcomb, who, some
three years ago, held a great meeting
in Cookeville, began an evangelistic
campaign at the Methodist Church
last Sunday. The meeting started off
well from the very beginning, with
large congregations hearing him both
Sunday morning and Sunday night,
with rapt attention. The people are
anticipating, hoping and praying for a
great revival in Cookeville. Every
body is interested and will attend and
Neither fame, nor wealth, nor woman
Cared the widow’s son to win
But a mighty longing swayed him;
’Twas to play the violin!
Daily, nightly, It consumed him
’Till his heart was over full;
But he lacked the minstrel’s magic
And his ear was very dull.
Long and patiently he labored
O’er his well-loved instrument;
And to solve its complications
All his powers of will he bent.
Winter evenings in the firelight
Long and earnestly he sate;
On his knee his viol holding
’Till the hour was waxing late.
Sometimes in his dreams thereafter
He attained to time and tune,
But the dreams with morning van
ished
And the morning came too soon!
Many times his courage faltered,
Many times his hopes grew dim;
Still the Spirit of Illusion
Beckoned afterward to him.
But one evening as he tarried
Holding lovingly his bow
At the frosty cottage casement
Came a knocking, soft and low.
And a Fairy of the Forest
To the anxious mountain boy
At an unexpected moment
Brought a great and sudden joy.
And within his longing bosom
Woke a spark of fire divine,
And upon him breathed the blessing
Os the primal Muses Nine!
“The celestial Muse of Music
From this hour your bride shall b§
And so long as you are faithful,
The Golden Age for January 23, 1913.
By ARTHUR H. GOODENOUGH
participate in the services. Mr. Hol
comb appeals to all classes and the
different churches will rally to his sup
port.
Sunday morning Mr. Holcomb took
for his text John 17:4: “I have glori
fied thee on the earth, I have finished
the work thou gavest me to do.”
From this he drew the lesson of finish
ed work for God. In part, he said;
“Jesus Christ brought religion from
heaven to earth, from the streets of
glory to the streets of Cookeville, and
from the city of God to the city of
Cookeville, from the mansion on high
to the homes below.”
“God gave Christ and you a work to
do, and our work was as definite as
Christ’s work. We have a physical,
mental and moral work to do, and
no one can do our work for us, but
each must do his own work.”
lu closing he said that “death does
not finish our work, it merely stops
it.”
Sunday night Mr. Holcomb was
greeted by a large crowd, and preach
ed on “The Disordered Home.” A
The World’s Christian Citizenship
Conference
Portland, Oregon, June 29 to July 6,
1913.
A Christian Citizenship Conference
and Mass Meeting, preliminary to the
second World’s Christian Citizenship
Conference, Portland, Oregon, June 29
to July 6, 1913, were held in Pitts
burg, Pa„ December Ist and 2nd last.
These meetings were attended by
thousands —fulily four thousand —mili-
tant Christian citizens of Pittsburg
You her faithfulness shall see.
“But who wed with the Immortals
With earth’s mortals shall not wed;
So henceforth and forever
Take no woman to your bed.
“Or all vainly I have woven
For your life my mystic charm;
Filling all your soul with concord
Giving cunning to your arm.
“For the maid to win whose kisses,
You Shall waste the golden day,
She, so sure as love and bliss is,
She shall kiss your gift away!”
Soon the fame of young Andreas
Overflowed his native vales,
Climbed the mountains —spanned the
rivers,
Faring both by wings and sails.
To the men of Rome and Britain,
To the Teuton and the Gaul,
Spoke in turn his magic viol
And his strain entranced them all.
Critics gave him golden honors,
Women shed on him their smiles,
But his vow was unforgotten,
And he heeded not their wiles.
Maids enraptured gazed upon him
As upon a Grecian god,
But he gave no heed to any
Tho upon their hearts he trod.
Ever mindful of the warning,
Howsoever bright the door
Os Love’s house he entered never
For his gift he valued more!
Thus the glory of Andreas 1
Over all the world had spread
But no woman bore him children,
Neither baked for him his bread.
Swiftly sped the singing seasons
prominent citizen said “he could see
the fur fly.” It reminded one of “old
times,” when Holcomb was here be
fore.
Mr. Holcomb was one of the speak
ers at the Greater Men’s Meeting held
at the Princess Theater, in Nashville,
under the auspices of the Y .M. C. A.
The Association News says:
“One of the most impressive meet
ings of the Nashville theater series
was that addressed by Walt Holcomb,
the Nashville evangelist and lecturer.
Mr. Holcomb preaches the Gospel
straight from the shoulder to the
hearts of men. Mr. Holcomb is in
demand as a speaker to men. He
recently spoke in the auditorium in
Chattanooga, and has engagements in
Trenton and Cambridge, N. J., after
the first of the year. Walt Holcomb
knows men and knows how to inter
est and help them.”
Mr. Holcomb is secretary of The Bu
reau of Evangelism, Nashville, Tenn.,
which furnishes evangelists and sing
ers for evangelistic work. —The Ten
nesseean.
and vicinity. Two hundred and thirty
one additional delegates from that
perticular section of Pennsylvania
were appointed to attend the Port
land Conference.
Meetings similar to the above are
scheduled for a number of the largest
cPies of the country, prior to the date
of the approaching world assembly,
which is rapidly assuming large and
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’Till a decade had gone past;
When —in one capricious moment
Fate her net about him cast!
At a pure girl’s eyes he lingered
But no bottom there he found,
And within their opalescent
Depths his soul with love was
drowned.
Long and weary was the struggle
’Twixt the 'Peri and the Pearl,
But he yielded up his talent
Who could not forego the girl!
And she kissed him, and she bless’t
him,
As her gentle soul knew how;
Gave him tender words of homage
Soothed his heart and smoothed his
brow.
Laughed with him when he was merry,
Helped his grief to grow serene;
Eased his pains and helped his heart
ache,
Was his councillor and queen.
But his thoughts would sometimes
wander
Backward to the long ago,
When he woke the silver echoes
With his slim, enchanted bow.
Vet he gazed upon it seldom
For he knew its cords were dumb;
That the thrills of inspiration
Nevermore therefrom would come,
That the charm was broken wholly
Which had bound him to the Old;
And between the Past and Present
Stretched a barrier untold.
For “Who weds with the Immortals
With earth’s mortals may not wed,’’
So the lapse of years has proven;
So the Forest Fairy eaid!