Quoter: Alexander the Great

 

 Retzsch's Game of Chess. —

 

 " Suppose it were perfectly certain that the life and fortune of every one of us would one day or other depend upon his winning or losing a game at chess. Don't you think we would all consider it a primary duty at least to learn the names and moves of the pieces? Yet it is plain that the life, fortune, and happiness of every one of us depend upon our knowing something of the rules of a game infinitely more difficult and complicated than chess. The chess-board is the world ; the pieces are the phenomena of the universe ; the rules are what we call the laws of nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that this play is always fair, just, and patient ; but also we know, to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for ignorance. To the man who plays well, the highest stakes are paid ; and one who plays ill is check- mated, without haste, but without remorse. My metaphor will remind some of you of the famous picture in which Retzsch has depicted Satan playing at chess with man for his soul. Substitute for the mocking  fiend in that picture a calm, strong angel, who is playing for love, as we say, and would rather lose than win, and I would accept it as an image of human life." — Prof. Huxley in Lay Sermons, p. 31.

 PRESIDENTIAL QUOTES - President Calvin Coolidge

 Preambles to State Constitutions:

THE FAMILY ALTAR:

May 18.

"There remaineth, therefore, a rest to the people of God. Let

us labor, therefore, to enter into that rest." Heb. 4:9, 11

Yes, there remaineth yet a rest!

Arise, sad heart, that darkly pines,

By heavy care and pain opprest,

On whom no sun of gladness shines;

Look to the Lamb! in yon bright fields

Thou'lt know the joy His presence yields;

Cast Off thy load and thither haste;

Soon shalt thou fight and bleed no more,

Soon, soon thy weary course be o'er,

And deep the rest thou then shalt taste.

The rest appointed thee of God,

The rest that naught shall break or move,

That ere this earth by man was trod

Was set apart for thee by Love.

Our Savior gave His life to win

This rest for thee; 0 enter in!

Hear how His voice sounds far and wide,

Ye weary souls, no more delay,

Loiter not faithless by the way,

Here in My peace and rest abide!

Ye heavy-laden, come to Him!

Ye who are bent with many a load,

Come from your prisons drear and dim,

Toil thus not sadly on your road!

Ye've borne the burden of the day,

And hear ye not the Savior say:

"I am your Refuge and your Rest"?

His children ye, of heavenly birth,

Howe'er may rage sin, hell, or earth,

Here ye are safe, here calmly blest.

"Let us labor, therefore, to enter into that rest." How?

We are told very plainly that the children of Israel failed to

reach the Promised Land with its sweet rest from their weary

wanderings because of their unbelief. Let us, therefore, sincerely

believe the promises of our God concerning the blessed rest pro-

vided for His children in heaven, and let us walk in His paths

and follow His guidance in childlike obedience, and we shall

come to the everlasting rest of the saints in heaven, when our

pilgrim days in the wilderness of this world are over.

There is untroubled calm and light,

No gnawing care shall mar our rest;

Ye weary, heed this word aright,

Come, lean upon your Savior's breast.

Fain would I linger here no more,

Fain to yon happier world upsoar,

And join that bright expectant band.

O raise, my soul, the joyful song

That rings through yon triumphant throng;

Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand.