The Game of
Life in Progress
IN these three beautiful pictures illustrating the game of life,
Satan, the prince of darkness, is represented as playing
with man for his soul.
The scene chosen is a wide vault, whose arch is
embellished with lizard-shaped monsters, which adhere closely to the
two pillars, down which they seem to creep. On the left-hand side of
the picture, near Satan, is an open-mouthed lion ready to devour his
victim at the first opportunity.
The upper surface of a sarcophagus is transformed into a chess-board,
beside which man sits, his head resting on his hand, and his countenance
full of careful thought as to what moves he should make next.
Opposite him is Satan, seated, his chin resting on his hand, his hair
and beard bristling wildly, and every feature expressive of cunning
intent, and a determination to watch every move, take advantage of every
mistake, and win if possible.
Beneath the arch, in the background, stands a lovely angel form
unnoticed by either of the players, but watching intently the progress
of the game.
The Game of
HERE we see the results of the game lost. Satan has been victorious.
With a wild and horrid leer and a deathlike grip he has seized his
victim, and in triumph points to the sure but gruesome signs of death,-
the skulls and cross-bones. Amidst smoke and flame, the hand of Death
rises to strike man with his poisoned dart.
In sadness and despair man sits, with covered
face, and weeps over his defeat. His hope is gone; he knows no peace; he
feels the icy clasp of his conquering foe. With keen regret, he now ponders over his loss of faith, his neglect of prayer, and
his failure to study and follow his Guide-book. Life, with its opportunities for gaining the life to come, has been wasted; and now,
when too late to make amends, he sees his fatal moves and his great
The figures on the wall have changed their visage, and seem ready to
pounce upon the doomed and helpless man. The lion also has become more
fierce, and thirsts for his blood, while the angel turns in sadness from
the scene and weeps.
The entire view is one of inexpressible sorrow and regret.
The Game of
IN the closing scene of this allegorical representation of man's
conflict with the powers of darkness, we have pictured the happy issue
of a faithful Christian life.
Satan has been defeated, and has departed.
The sleeping lion, the open Word, the cross and crown, all
speak of victory.
sitting in sorrow and mourning over defeat, the
man, with cheerful looks and thankful heart, lifts his eyes toward
heaven, and rejoices that he has met and vanquished his
In the place of the ugly monsters on the wall, cherubs are
seen, with laurel wreaths ready to place upon the victor's brow,
while the angel, with joyful satisfaction, points the victor to his
exceeding great reward.
This is the game which all, whether conscious of the fact or not, are
playing. What its outcome will be in each case depends upon how each
one meets and fights life's battle day by day. All may be victors if
"Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of
life." Prov. 4:23.
We have heard from the bright, the holy land,
We have heard, and our
hearts are glad;
For we were a lonely pilgrim band,
And weary, and
worn, and sad.
They tell us the saints have a dwelling there,
No longer are homeless
And we know that the goodly land is fair,
Where life's pure river runs.
They say green fields are waving there,
That never a blight shall know;
And the deserts wild are blooming fair,
And the roses of Sharon grow.
There are lovely birds in the bowers green,
Their songs are blithe and
And their warblings, gushing ever new,
The angels' harpings greet.
We have heard of the palms, the robes, the crowns,
And the silvery band
Of the city fair, with pearly gates,
All radiant with light;
We have heard of the angels there, and saints,
With their harps of gold,
how they sing;
Of the mount, with the fruitful tree of life,
leaves that healing bring.
The King of that country, He is fair,
He's the joy and light of the
In His beauty we shall behold Him there,
And bask in His smiling face.
We'll be there, we'll be there in a little while,
We'll join the pure
and the blest;
We'll have the palm, the robe, the crown,
And forever be at rest.
W. H. HYDE.
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