The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1851-10-22

about, the topics Of European news, he
seemed fully at home, and in all, hearth
" in earnest. About books he knew
absolutely nothing, and cared nothing
1t was all nature, unwritten, free, un'
bounded nature Such are the men
at best, that rule the world. There was
genial fire in him, grace in each
gesture---an eloquence in each word
a heartiness and kindness in evcry~
thing alwavs which would have landed
him at any station, almost, he might
have aimed al Two things are lack
ing in tins class Of men, however an
earnest desire t. excel a steady, per-
petual purpose. They have half con-
tempt Of doug great things, anG Yet
die at last with their COW whips in their
hand, or the language of horse trading
on their lips, a.j all their fine powers
poured ont like wine into the Just
Twas so filled with this thought that
ventured to remark TO my fellow Tex
an, as VIC rapidly neared the end of our
ionrney, and th.s, Of our acquaintance.
Colonel, lhere is. il You will per~
nit NE TO say 1t, one thing which you
want, one great. important thing. |
speak with Tex II plainncss aud Texan
earnesiuess; there is just one thing you
lack, and which | could most heartily
wish you aud other gentlemen Of your
stamp of character had"
What is that :" said he, struck aud
pleased with my earnestncss. however
abrupt it may have seemed to another.
" 1t is PvRrdsE. If you had one
great, distinct object in view; IN object
worthy OF all the attention and zeal and
perseverance and utmost vigor YOU could
bring to bear ON ii, think, do not
mean to haNcr, that you would suc-
ceed."
was struck with his answer, as his
cheek flushed and eye sparkied more
than ever before.
81 know need it! | know it! |
know it | know more, know what
that purpose should be. Perhaps you
think me a rude backwoods character,
one vino never thinks. never csres for
auy,hlng beyeud the horse he rides and
the earth it strikes with its hoofs, For
anything have ever said or donc, you
or my wa neghbors, or my o"n family,
would think this But tell you it is a
7 will iell you all about it,
| was lying out one clear May night,
just two years agp, in prairie. had
been hunting up stock, and at night |
had staked my horse out aud lay down
on my blankets With my head on my
saddle aud face up, | slept soundly till
about midnight, and then suddenly
awoke wide awake. don't know why
The sky over me bent down crowded
with stars, all around me TO the prairie,
which met ii as far as | could look in
every direction. Not a tree not a
cabm-nothing more bat The stars and
| Suddenly II rushed upon me, who
has made these stars and this earth. and
| The fact thai great Belng-a PnR-
SON had made them struck me in a way
| cannot describe The holding uD aud
keeping alive and in motion the whole
was overwhelming. The fact that there
is such Being, that he was then living.
struck me Just as torcbly as to His ex>
lslence as would the fact Of a Camau>
che's existence nave struck me, had one
suddenly sprung out into the prairie be-
fore me ! Then ii all came thick and
fast upon me. This PENsoN had made
special revelation of Himself in that
Bible on the top shelf at home, aud |
have never cared to read il / would
have almost started to my feet in aston.
i,hment at myself, bu, All awe, weight
OF thought held me down. 1t rushed
upon me, too, that He had made me.
Just as a man makes a clock TO keep
time, and that had never done Il thing
toward the pnrpose was created for,
1t astonished mel could not think
about anything else-l could not sleep
there out in The prairie, knowing that
Being was hrrs alone with me know,
ing all was thinking about, watching
what was going to do about it. lelt
like rolling and putting my face in the
grass at His feet. and begging Him to
help me know all about Him, aud hay.
ing no business in the rest of the time |
spent in this world but TO study HIS
Bible, and serve Him - make this the
purpose Of my life, Something prevent
ed me-and now 1t is all like vivid pic
ture IN my mind. can look at all |
SAID and felt then. but cannot tell it
now thlnk if had PRAYED then
might have been very useful, somehow
or other, in lie, aud been crowned plo,
rlously by Him somewhere or other in
some other world after die. do not
know. 1t is too late now"
SAMUEL RoGERs OF this genlle>
man distinguished for his poetic genius,
his wealth and his wit, a London cores
pondent in a recent letter writes as fol-
lows:
The Patriarch of Poets, aud proba-
bly, the oldest living author in the world,
is Mr.. Rogers. - Though firm in his