Living in Two Worlds at

'VERY man should live in tw at the same time. So many

but one.

There is an elevated every life that will travel it. The upper trail for all who will walk The highlands call. The mount give far vision. The lower levels a lasting joy and no high delights. men walk with their feet upon th their higher natures should penet sky. They should climb to height faith spreads her unweighted wi goes unhindered by the baser thro mingle on the plains below.

Visiting the city of New York cago for the first time, you will disturbed by the congested cond certain of the streets. It will be to get over the crossings in some The awful jam of travel and traffic

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appalling to the uninitiated. You are fairly compelled to inch your way along through the heavy crowds. Even the street-cars-that is, the surface-cars-just creep along not faster than an ordinary pedestrian can walk, being held at every crossing by the passing throngs. But look up now and see the elevated lines with cars sweeping by at terrific speed, unimpeded and unhindered by the clashing thousands upon the streets below. Up above the jam and turmoil of the mingling throngs; up where the atmosphere is untainted and where the going is good.

Then why not travel by the elevated? That is far better. On the lower levels you will be disturbed by ugly doubts, jostled by the conflicting elements, and the dust of confusion will blind your eyes. They who live only in the world material, having thought for this life alone, and regarding not the future, live not at all, but are dead while they live. They have no outlook and no uplook. They travel by surface-cars and are hindered everywhere, while the elevated is just at hand, and calls them to climb up a bit that they may find a better way of going. They should stretch them

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selves into the sky until they fairly touch the bending blue above them and make it theirs, with all the treasure it holds. The inspiration for this life comes from above, and the man with hope in his heart can meet any foe and can rally from the most bitter disappointment. When hope spreads her wings, courage will dare the darkest night, and will come to the morning untired and undefeated. But without hope courage dies, and the feet are hard to move, and the wings are held with heavy weights, and darkness rules the light.

So men should learn to live and travel in the upper realm where doubt clouds not the sky, and where sorrow but turns the eyes toward God. Living in the other world while they toil and travel here, they extract gold from the unseen and coin it into the currency of life for the many uses of the present. They draw on the bank of the future to meet the sight drafts of the present. Thus should men live in the other world while they are still here, and draw inspiration and help for to-day from to-morrow.

That little mother who was called upon so suddenly to lay her babe away had

learned the secret. The minister had spoken the very best words he could; but words seemed to most folks very feeble and empty that day. They took the last look and laid the little one to rest in the green cemetery on the hill and returned to their homes with heavy hearts for the griefstricken mother, for they feared she would not be able to bear her sorrow without breaking, she seemed so frail and delicate. One could see her as she returned to that home so empty now, and so still, and where would be no longer heard the enchanting music of the childish voice and pattering feet.

But all fears were groundless and were soon swept away. She had meat to eat the world knew not of. She had a strength and support unknown to wavering souls. Her vision penetrated far beyond all doubtdimmed eyes. The feet of sordid souls were not accustomed to travel the paths her feet had found. Passing by her home the following day, you might have heard her singing:

We shall meet beyond the river,
Where the surges cease to roll.

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Then her soul takes flight again on the wings of the following strain:

O how sweet it will be

In that beautiful land,

So free from all sorrow and pain;

With songs on our lips,

And with harps in our hands,

To meet one another again.

Now you will know that she was master of two worlds. She was traveling along the upper way and Heaven was in sight. She did not wait for death to take her there. She arrived before the messenger had time to reach her gate. No wonder she could come forth from her sorrow and face the world with a courage and fortitude so strong, and yet so quiet and so comforting that unbelievers were baffled by her spirit, and by the halo that surrounded her life. Her support was from above. Though she lived on the earth, her higher self sojourned in the sky. Her feet had found the upper trail that led to peace and rest.