The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1857-08-26
BY the Editor of the Ohio Gull
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! oil the days of the life Of ly vanity which He
hath given thee under the sun for that is thy por-
| ton in this life, and in thy labor which thou
takest under the SUM-"
Year after year drags heavily over
the life Of many hard working pair -
Acres are added to acres, houses are
builded, herds multiplied, sons and daugh.
ters are clustered oboni the home tree,
and yet all these bring only an added
burthen of toll and care and wearincss.
What pity When riches are increased,
then are they increased who eat them
and if the getting Of riches be only to
bring more trouble along with them then
are they very foos wholabor to that end
There is an Ignorance which is simply
calamity, and there is an ignorance
which is crime. The FIRST may be
cured if there is capacity to take the
medicine tho second is often beyond
tho reach Of remedies, because entrench.
cd in panop'y of conceit, which is more
imper ,ions to good impressions than
harness of steel.
ENJOY There is wicked and super.
stitious tradition that has come down iu
twin lines through paganism and priest
craft, which teaches the world that to
enjoy is sin and that for every throb
of delight we must do the peuance Of
a sigh or tear, as the least possible
return for tho indiscretion of having
been for moment happy. Again |
say,-What a pity
They who have not learned how to
refine. perpetuate and multiply their en-
joymeuts, have not learned great and
vital lesson of human life How can
men 90 down upon their knees in the
midst of their households, and pray the
good God that his kingdom may come
and His will may be done on earth as it
is in heaven, and that they may be made
meet for blessed Immortality, when, all
their lives, they labor to quench the ca.
pacty for enjoyment, in any thing but
what relates to the low qualification of
avarice, which never rises to the level
of enjoyment2 If this encrusting of the
selfish soul had no other effect than to
shut out the holy love light from itself,
we might pass it by with only commits.
seration such as we feel for the self.doom-
ed Hindoo, who devotes himself to the
internal gods, and only say,-What a
pity
But i. is not SO. None of us liveth
to himself. There are those all about
us who have positive right in us,--not
only right in our strength and our
virtue, but a right in our smiles,-so
that enjoyment is as much q duty os
labor, or any thing else. l have only
spoken of general obligations, bnt the
Scripture above refors to closer tie
My farmer friend who is this sorry and
pale faced woman that fits or drags
about the kitchen or dairy, with nurs.
ling slupg upon her hip as a dragoon
carries his carbine, only the sling is her
poor attenuated arm 7 and clinging to
her skirt is another, scarcely year its
senior, which is 90 her like the ball ana
chain Of the road gang Here come the
hungry men from the harvest field, look.
ing as if they con,d swallow the sorry
faced womanif he had not ready vica.
rious substitute 90 the shape Of abundant
feed. love to see the hungry men, 1
love to see them covered with honest
sweat,--but God help the poor. sorry
faced womau-who is she Your Wife
all, only your wife ! valuable piece Of
personal property, who eau do the work
for the hired men, and rear that is, in
STOCK mems phrase-'grow" your child
ren. at the same time, though the grow,
ing OF children be managed on a far
less intelligent and scientific principle
tbao that Of any branch of live stock
on the farm,-What pity
"The Wife who thou lowest |" What
a word is here She was a rosy faced
girl when you took her to your early
lot Of toll and scunty living You have
been prospered, as men count prosperity
You have been abroad in the world, your
name is in the papers, other like men
come to see your acres and herds Your
face full, Land may be redder than just beef
and pure water fare, or coffee, will make
faces. Now. in the strength OF your
rugged life, be as strong to love ard
cherish HER, and let not the burtheu of
your prosperity be the stone and string
that drags her to the bottom of the horse
pond of your neglect. Give her the
place of honor at your right hand, and
let tho glance OF your love light up the
weary jo urney of her life.