Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1859-05-14


'Every man cannot be vicar Of Bowden."
aIle that cannot paint must grind the colors."
Who shall be the vicar of Bowden and
who shall carry the dirt out-who shall
paint and who shall grind the colors-are
questions which, in various forms, have agit-
ated the world since human society existed
Dissatisfaction with position and condition
is well nigh universal Every man walks
with his eyes and wishes upwards--some
moved by aspiration for uobler good, 9TH
ers by ambition for higher place some
by emulation Of a worthy example, others
by discomfort with the allotments of Prov
idence. The infant does not forget to climb
when he learns to walk, nor is the man less
a climber than the boy Everything is
towering, or climbing, or reaching or look
ing upwerd. The elm stretches its feathery
arms waves its hands toward the clouds
that hang over it ; the vine pulls itself up
the elm by its delicate fingers aud the
vioets sit at the foot of the vine and looks
up, and breathes its fragrant wishes heav-
onward Even the sleeping lakelet in the
meadow dreams of stars, and will not be
satisfied without q private armament OF
water-lilies. 1t is as if God had whisper
ed into the ear of all existance the moment
it was emerging from nhility the words
"look up !" and, hardly knowing why, it
had been looking up ever since. We'll, this,
is right for far above everything shines
the Great White Throne-sts the Father
Soul--abide the treasures of all good
burns the uncreated fire at which the torch
es of life were lighted. 1t is anatural, in
stinctive thing to look upward.
Discomfort may be a very good thing, or
a very bad thing. There is discomfort
which is divine, which has its birth in the
highest and purest Inspirations that visit
and stir the soul All that discontent
which grows from dissatisfaction with pres
ent attainment, or springs from desire for
higher usefulness, or has its birth in motives
that impel to the worthy achievement of
an honorable name and an honorable place,
is thing to be visited by blessings and
henisons. Discomfort which comes from be-
low which comes from soul diSgusted
with its lot, failhless in God, out Of harmo-
ny with the arrangement and the operations
of Providence, is an evil thing-only evil
and that continually. Que holds the
principle of love and the other of NAL
ice. One is attracted from above the
other instgated from below. One tends tc
the development of symmetrical, strong
and harmonious character the other tC
disorganization and depreciation. One Is
from heaven, the other from hell.
look out of my window, and see q car
riage rolling by, with its freight of richly.
dressed ladies' On the coachboX sits a
man who drives the horses when they go,
aud opens the dnor of the carriage aud lets
down the steps when they stop. Further
up the street there is a building going up.
The architect stands by with his hands III
his breast, giving directions. The hod car
rier, smeared with mortar, passes him.
climbs the giddy ladder, & drops the bricks
upon he scaffolding, ana these, one after
another are driven to their places by the
ringing trowel of the brick-layer. | rise
from my seat and walk through the rooms
adjoining nv own. Here sits an editor
hastily putting together the thoughts thai
will form to-morrow's leader AT another
table sits another editor, cnlIing from u
pile of exchanges bits of intelligence ihat
come in OH thousand paper wings from
other communities At their cases stand
the compositors, setting up type by type,
the matter which the editors prepare fuI
them. Thepressman and the engineer have
their respective parts to perform. hnd
the great aggregate of life to be Il network
of duties--an organized system of duties
In order To secure the comfort of the whole
there is certain amount of work to be
done, infinitely various in kind. There mus
be an architect to plan, there must be 9
! hod.carrier to bear mortar, and brick
layer TO lay the bricks, or we shall have ne
buildings There must be an editor, and q
compositOr, and preSSman, or there vii
be no newspaper. Who shall do the think
ing, and who shall perform the manuel la
Dor Who shall paint, and who shal
grind the colors 7 Every man cannot bC
vicar of Bowden.
1t does not suffice to tell discontenteC
people that every man has his place, anC
will 6nd his highest account in seeking tt
fll it, and to fill it we'll What particular
ly troubles them, is, that they were mad,
for so low a place. They really call God
wisdon. and benevolence in question for as
Esgning to them subordinate Offices in opeT
atiug the machinery Of society. A maj
finds himself distinguished by clumsy hand
and broad shoulders, with bod on his back
and complains that he was not made for
brick-layer wishes he had the ease and thu
honor of the architect, and wonders VIII
his power of achievement is so closely cir
cumscribed. The coachman rubs down hi
horses, and marvels that he was not bor
to their ownership, and that the owner wa
not born to drive for him. So people quar-
rel with their position, the world over
Everything in the world is unequal to thes
people They do not see the impartial jus
tice of comforting upon one man great men
tai faculties, pleasant address, and com
manding'presence, while another is condemn
ed to be dwarf, both in mind and body
and to serve his more highly-favored neigh
Dor that he may win bread and raiment.
Well, there is all this work to do VIII
shall do it A link broken in the chai
will spoil the chain There are all thes
places to fill who shall fill them / &
subordinate Office in the world VIII
shoud not you ? Is there any good rea
| enn v.thrr non oh ho xtaa. &c Rntudau