MY TREASURES

Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 379, 22 June 1889, Page 8

MY TREASURES

I have treasures hud up in the city of God, Bright -jewels that never can rust ; For a while they wiw dwellers in caskets of clay, But those caskets «ro now in tho dust ; And as heie in the light of this beautiful em I number them all o'er and o'er, I say to myself, In that city above I will find my lo*t jewels once more. The feet that went down in the river of death, . As I stood on life's desolate eund, Are walking in gladness the streets of bright gold That run through the beautiful land ; The h'ps that so tenderly whispered my name, ' *- ' C.' F.re they closed in the silence of death, Will. speak to meyet^inthe, Ed/su .of love, , Where life is no longer a bniaJh'. - * - The dear hands that lovingly clung to my own As they grew in death pulseless and cold, Are bearing fresh pulms through the city of God, Or sweeping o'er harp strings of gold. The~ eyes that turned on mo with lene to the last, ■ Now beam in eternity's light ; They see in His beauty the King on his throne, Andgazs on His face with delight. Oh ! earth, with its fragrance und beavty and boom, Td mt" is exquisitely fair, But hesiv»n is dearer and sweeter to me, Foi my beautiful jtreasunes^ aie^thcre. , The dear Lord, who gave, them and took them a\vay,~' *' x{ 5 * Will not leave" vie. forever alone ; j He will give thein*all, each* to my bdadm again * ' A* s * AV*hen"l stand .ohrthe k&^by "tlieitin^ne. 1

In Rus-shu everyone found inebiiated in the public streets is imprisoned, and when , he has recovered from his intoxication is ; set to sweep the stieets for a^day. ; It in not rure to see in the streets of St Peteisbur£ well^dressed men .acting as, scavengers. Writas the American* correspondent of the~Dunedin Star :— Mrs... Mackay, an ! Anieiicnn woman, { has just won a signal social triumph in London. She has giventhe Prince of Wales' a reception that exceeded in splendour anything of the kind ever given in London. This shows-in the strongest possible li&hfc the tendency of modern society. A hundred years ago it would have been impossible for a woman like Mrs. Mackay to have bioken through the circle of birth and aristocracy ; but today a Bonanza silver mine has elevated u poor boarding-house keeper of , Virginia city, Nevada, to be the social equal of princes and the supreme dictator of fashion in the proudest capitals of Em ope, This shows moi>t conclm-ivt:ly that the ruling god of modern society is tnonej , and not descent, rank, brains, or mental woJth.