The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1855-11-10

cree that /" it is too bad that it rains TO-DAY =
Why will You. who would not soil the sole
Of your dainty slippers by crossing mudd,
street. to carry sunbeam Of light and hap
pincss to the dark and wretchcd abode of a
suffering fel!ow-creature, why will you soil
your own soul by induleing in fretfulness and
impatience, because "He who doeth all
things w"ll has decreed that "a day You had
devoted to your own pleasure, shall be a
rainy day? What a revealer of the pure
gold OF contentment and happiness is such
day. And it is equally a revealer of the
rant OF an inner source Of enjoyment.
love these seasons Of rain and outward gloom.
for then | can retire within and live there.
The thoughts and feelings Of the heart at
such times are not as at others. when all
Nature is cheerful and gay: they are more
real, deep and earnest. Itis a fitting time
to review all the past of our lives, a fitting
time to wash out ali the stains of sin an,!
crime from the heart, fitting time to fill to
Overlooking the fountain of Peace and .Toy in
the depths Of the soul. so the clear crystal
waters will daily cush forth. and send out in
to every action Of life little rilIs of jov and
sla'lness that will never be dried up by the
srorching sun Of worldly prosperity or world
Iy sorrow. cares or pleasures. A rainy dav
a; this season the year, when the greenness
and freshness Of the verdure is no more when
we feel that the
Melancholy IavS have come at last.
he sa,ideSt Of the wear
when the ground is covered with the DIVING
and the dead leaves. and the wind mournful,y
s'ghs through the leatl-ss borghs. and the
trees, stripped Of Their CAV. autumnal robes.
seem bowing themselves in very Grief and
despair at the loss Of their departed clorv.
like heart-strirken mourners weepinc over
their dear departed ones-what do such davs
and snch scenes tell us Of life, What les
sons Of wisdom do they tca,h us, Tears Of
sorrow. We love not to shed them. We love
not that The brightness of our eve. should he
dmmed bv them but Just such tears are
ncc,lfn'. Without them how often would
eyes bfamlng with the light of worldly iov
bc closed in the darkness Of eternal NIGHT
Cherries. chilling. rainy days, We too are
needtul. Those who have no home within.
where they may find shelter, and light, and
pleasure, may not love them But oh what
good they do the soul When the dweller in
this earthly tabernacle" spends the rainy
days within. even in the heart, and inspects
every chamber there, and every nook, care
---""'ng every stain, and every little
Sle'N VI ""'' s"'h"-.'l fhe-e how ,rirhtly
does the Sun of Righteousness shine :bcre
revealing no dark recesses, where Envy.
Discontent, or any other unholy tenant NAV
Turk, hut each apartment the home of pure,
gentle spirit, and all ruled by the spirit of
Christian love. How such days tell us of
heavenly home. where no clouds will ever
obscure the light thereof, where no storms
OF sorrow, of care, or disappointment shall
damp the pleasures Of its inhabitants. Who
will not learn the lesson taught us bv this
RAINY day: Let it he seen on the morrow
that our souls have been purified, and our
lives made more cheerful. Sc.