Is there a life beyond the grave?
Aye, it must be so; but what that life will be it boots not to inquire. Even a land of sand and thorns, with grinding toil, yet everlasting life with those we love, were heaven and heaven enough.
Perhaps—who knows?—the sweet blending of our lives with other and dearer ones upon this earth is but an earnest of what will be in the great hereafter; that when every spark of that bright effulgence increate is released from its thrall of clay, all Life, and Light and Love will forever blend in One; that husband, wife and child, and each and all the human heart holds dear will be resolved into one perfect Life, and thus at once in God and self, emparadised in each other's souls in Heaven as in the loving arms of each on earth, let Eternity roll on!
* * * EVOLUTION OR REVOLUTION.
THE PLUTOCRAT AND THE PAUPER
"For Christ's sake, Cap, give me the price of a sandwich!"
I stopped and surveyed the speaker, not because the request was unusual, but because the applicant for aid had not acquired the beggar's whine. He was a large, powerful man, evidently a mechanic, for every trade leaves its peculiar stamp upon its followers.
"Why should I give you a dime? You are far more able to work than I. A man with half your strength should be ashamed to beg."
"Work?" he retorted bitterly. "Give me a job—at anything— and see if I do not prove myself a man."
"But I have nothing for you to do."