The pathway of life ; Intended to lead the young and the old into paths of happiness, and to prepare them for a holy companionship with him whose kingdom is as boundless as his love . mes of our nation will be gone. Society is going to THE PATHWAY OF LIF^). 213 be bettered. The world by thepower of Christs gospel is going tobe saved, and this crime, this in-iquity, and all the other iniquitieswill vanish before the rising of thesun of righteousness uponthe nation. EMD OF SIN AND CRIME. There was one day inNew England memorable forstorm and darkness. Ibelieve I never saw anothersuch evening. Th
The pathway of life ; Intended to lead the young and the old into paths of happiness, and to prepare them for a holy companionship with him whose kingdom is as boundless as his love . mes of our nation will be gone. Society is going to THE PATHWAY OF LIF^). 213 be bettered. The world by thepower of Christs gospel is going tobe saved, and this crime, this in-iquity, and all the other iniquitieswill vanish before the rising of thesun of righteousness uponthe nation. EMD OF SIN AND CRIME. There was one day inNew England memorable forstorm and darkness. Ibelieve I never saw anothersuch evening. The cloudswhich had been gath-ering all day unlim-bered their Housatonic,which flows quietly,save as the paddles ofpleasure parties rat-tle the oar locks, waslashed into foam, and thewaves hardly knew whereto lay themselves. Oh ! what a time itwas! The hills jarredunder the rumbling ofGods chariots. Blindingsheets of rain drove thecattle to the bars, or beatagainst the window paneas though to dash it grain fields threwtheir crowns of gold at thefeet of the storm night came in itwas a double night. Itsmantle was torn with thelightnings, and into its. 214 THE PATHWAY OF LIFE. locks were twisted the leaves of uprooted oaks and the shreads of canvas tornfrom the masts of the beached shipping. It was such a night as makes youthank God for shelter, and open the door to let in the spaniel howling outsidewith terror. We went to sleep under the full blast of heavens great orchestra, the forestswith uplifted voices, in chorus that filled the mountains, praising the L,ord. Wewoke not until the fingers of the sunny morn touched our eyelids. We looked outthe window and the Housatonic slept as quiet as an infants dream. Pillars ofclouds set against the sky looked like the castles of the blest built for heavenlyhierarchs on the beach of the azure sea. All the trees sparkled as though therehad been some great grief in heaven, and each leaf had been God-appointed to
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