"FOOLSMAKE A MOCK AT SIN."

Feilding Star, Volume VI, Issue 106, 21 February 1885, Page 3

"FOOLS MAKE A MOCK AT SIN."

(advertisement.) f " (Continued). Look yonder, and tee the great Yoie* mite Falls, dashing over yon precipice, striking the rock at the depth of 1600 feet, then bounding 400 feet farther, snd then down 60 * feet more; like showers of sky-rockets, exploding as they fall. Hear them roar and dash ! Stand within the spray if you will, and right in the ▼e'rj.arc of the double rainbow, as the water falls 2600 feet— half a mile down. How grand ! how sublime ! how magnificent ! And then you realise that the inhabitants of the earth are but "as the •mall dust of the balance." And while you are absorbed, and while you are drinking in the beauty, and revelling in the grandeur, and awed by the sublimity — there comes this passage of. Holy Writ— "God created man in His own image : in the image of God created He'him." "He breathed into his noßtnls the breath of life," and made him (not gave him, but madeWim) "1 living soul." Therefore I, so small, so weak, so feeble, unable to climb fifty feet upon the face of this rock — I am a living man. _ I have a mind capable of understanding in some degree the greatness of the Almighty. I am a living man, having within me the fear of God, and a spark of immortality which will never go out. For me, Christ the Saviour of the world died. I am worth more than all this magnificent materialism. lam a man. The elements are to melt with fervent heat. This world is to be removed like a cottage. "The Milky Way will shut its two awful arms, and stop its dumb prayer for ever;" but 1 shall lire with a destiny before m« Ay high as heaven and as vast as eternity. Therefore, all the material universe, with its grandeur, its beauty, its magnificence, is b t the nursery for my infant soul ; and the child is worth more than the nursery. Therefore I— a living, thinking, hoping, reasoning, believing loin-rl am worth more than all God's material universe. And there is not a fcorse jn the stable, there is not an ox in the stall, there is not a reptile that draws its slimy l«ngth through the grass, and that you crush with your heel, and shudder as you crush it, but is better fulfilling th© purposes of God in its creation than is a man when he— get! drunk. __-—-—«—.