Life thoughts, gathered from the extemporaneous discourses of Henry Ward Beecher. By one of his congregation.

128 LIFE THOUGHTS.
aster the sounds would intermit, and the angels
looking down would say,; "He that findeth his life
shall lose it, but he that loseth his life for my sake
shall find it."
Do you ask me whether I would help a slave to
gain his freedom? I answer, I would help him
with heart, and hand, and voice. I would do for
him what I shall wish I had done, when, having lost
his dusky skin and blossomed into the light of eternity, he and I shall stand before our Master, who
will say, "Inasmuch as ye did it unto him, slave as
he was, ye did it unto me."
THERE is an ugly kind of forgiveness in this
world —a kind of hedgehog forgiveness, shot out
like quills. Men take one who has offended, and
set him down before the blowpipe of their indignation, and scorch him, and burn his fault into him;
and when they have kneaded him sufficiently with
their fiery fists, then - they forgive him.
THE man who throws his plans into the current
of divine Providence, will never want room to float
his hull.