PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.
PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.
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WORDS OF CHEER FOR The Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing.
AS we pass on our way through the world, we find our paths now smooth and flowery, and now rugged and difficult to travel. The sky, bathed in golden sunshine to-day, is black with storms to-morrow! This is the history of every one. And it is also the life-experience of all, that when the way is rough and the sky dark, the poor heart sinks and trembles, and the eye of faith cannot see the bright sun smiling in the heavens beyond the veil of clouds. But, for all this fear and doubt, the rugged path winds steadily upwards, and the broad sky is glittering in light.
Let the toiling, the tempted, and the sorrowing ever keep this in mind. Let them have faith in Him who feedeth the young lions, and clothes the fields with verdure--who bindeth up the broken heart, and giveth joy to the mourners. There are Words of Cheer in the air! Listen! and their melody will bring peace to the spirit, and their truths strength to the heart.
AUNT MARY THE DEAD DO YOU SUFFER MORE THAN YOUR NEIGHBOUR? WE ARE LED BY A WAY THAT WE KNOW NOT THE IVY IN THE DUNGEON THE GARDEN OF EDEN HAVE A FLOWER IN YOUR ROOM WEALTH HOW TO BE HAPPY REBECCA LIFE A TREADMILL ARTHUR LELAND THE SCARLET POPPY NUMBER TWELVE TO AN ABSENTEE THE WHITE DOVE HESTER THISTLE-DOWN THE LITTLE CHILDREN WHAT IS NOBLE? THE ANEMONE HEPATICA THE FAMILY OF MICHAEL AROUT BABY IS DEAD THE TREASURED RINGLET HUMAN LONGINGS FOR PEACE AND REST "BE STRONG" THE NEGLECTED ONE THE HOURS OF LIFE MINISTERING ANGELS OURS, LOVED, AND "GONE BEFORE" OUTWARD MINISTERINGS BODILY DEFORMITY, SPIRITUAL BEAUTY THE DEAD CHILD WATER BEAUTIFUL, HAPPY, AND BELOVED "EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING" AN ANGEL OF PATIENCE THE GRANDFATHER'S ADVICE A HYMN OF PRAISE AN ANGEL IN EVERY HOUSE ANNIE MOTHER GREAT PRINCIPLES AND SMALL DUTIES "OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN" THE OLD VILLAGE CHURCH "THE WORD IS NIGH THEE" AUNT RACHEL COMETH A BLESSING DOWN THE DARKENED PATHWAY LOOK ON THIS PICTURE THE POWER OF KINDNESS SPEAK KINDLY HAVE PATIENCE DO THEY MISS ME?
A LADY sat alone in her own apartment one clear evening, when the silver stars were out, and the moon shone pure as the spirit of peace upon the rebellious earth. How lovely was every outward thing! How beautiful is God's creation! The window curtains were drawn close, and the only light in the cheerful room, was given by a night-lamp that was burning on the mantel-piece. The occupant, who perhaps had numbered about thirty-five years, was sitting by a small table in the centre of the room, her head leaning upon one slender hand; the other lay upon the open page of a book in which she had endeavoured to interest herself. But the effort had been vain; other and stronger feelings had overpowered her; there was an expression of suffering upon the gentle face, over which the tears rained heavily. For a brief moment she raised her soft blue eyes upward with an appealing look, then sunk her head upon the table before her, murmuring,
"Father! forgive me! it is good for me. Give me strength to bear everything. Pour thy love into my heart, for I am desolate--if I could but be useful to one human being--if I could make one person happier, I should be content. But no! I am desolate--desolate. Whose heart clings to mine with the strong tendrils of affection? Who ever turns to me for a smile? Oh! this world is so cold--so cold!"
And that sensitive being wept passionately, and pressed her hand upon her bosom as if to still its own yearnings.
Arthur Conan Doyle
