The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1861-08-19

her household, and her husband aud her chill.
dren were the victims Of mental and moral
dyspepsia. 1t was just her luck that no.
thing should ever turn cut well, on which she
set her hand or heart. Nothing that was
ever brought irto the house was right, and
let the wheels of her household economy run
as smoothly as they would, Mrs RUFUS Mitch
ell always found some jar in the machinery.
She was devoted wife and mother, she
was a generous neighbor, and on the whole,
q kind hearted, well-meaniDg woman ; but
this habit OF incessant fault-fnding--of see
Ing trouble in the present. and clouds and
darkness in the future, soured. and rusted,
aud miidewed her life.
Then she was always imagining herself
sighted or aggrieved by her neighbors-al.
ways fancyng some inuendo or etffont was
iniended by others. She always gave her
friends credit for the wors: motive. where
they ought to have had at least the benefit
of doubt And OF course she was very
acute in detecting al the small faults and
detects Of character. She never came out
with generous, wholo-souled unqualifedly
good verdict about anything And though
Mrs. Rufus Mitchell was Q plain uncuItivated
woman, yet she is typical representative of
so large class of her sex, that We have
chosen her to illustrate it,
Dear readers, it is a miserable, miserable
habit, this continual looking on the dark
side of things. If you are in any danger Of
falling into it, get rid of it sonehow-shake
it off before its blight falls on your life All
their favor and sweetness will be destroyed,
if you 60 sighing along the hours, and look
ing pelsistently upon your trials. Close your
eyes to them, where they are inevitable, and
carry your thoughts away from them. just as
far as is possible.
You will have enough to hear. God knows
that the brightest human lite which ever
rounded itself through threeScore years and
ten, was full enough Of disappointment and
WEAKNESS and suffering but that is no valid
reason for despair. We must DO the best
that we can, aud trust in God for the rest +;
and there is enough in the life that now is, and
in the death that is to come, if viewed from
| .n0 iis"t ''GnurUin', ~ noep auJ nuIuan ue-
ing from settled dependency. Be sure that
Eternal Love and Wisdom are about you
tiat to this every morning bears its sweet tes.
timonles, and every evening declares it, and
the wrong will all be made well for those who
love God and keep mis- commandments.
Cast off your burdens, then. Liuger no
more in any Sloughs of Despond. Cultivate
brisk, cheerful habit OF speaking, OF think
Ing, OF feeling. There is neither common
sense nor religion i'll any other-only folly
and sin.
Be generous and large hearted, and don't
see, any farther than you can help, the petty
faults, aud weaknesses, and fo}ies, which blur
and warp the best and nobleSt characters
Don't be tret;cd and stung by every little mos
quito bite Of envy and gossip, which you
uay feel but carry your soul cheerful and Sc
rene above the small buzz about you; for if
there is much to dread and lear IN life, there
may be, after all, more over which to be hap.
py and confident.
Finally said the minister. as We school
girls gathered around him, at the close of the
pleasant Sabbath afternoon, there was bird |
and buzzard started from the same point TO
fly over certain tract of country. And the
bird went full of songs, dropping through the
still air the golden rain Of his notes, and in
all its way there was not single flower open.
ing its vase of perfume to the winds, nor a
green breadth Of grass, nor spray Of leaves
there was not fair, or gracious or beau
tiful, in all its flight, which that bird did not
see, where its bright wings did not alight for
a moment, aud for which its song Of recogn-
tion and praise insert the air with more jubi.
ant notes as it passed on its way.
And after the bird came the buzzard and
the harsh greedy hum of its voice followed
he song as its black wings did the brig ght ones
IF the bird making black spot through
he brightness OF the day. And in its way
here Was no pool, green and taintiug the air .
With its breadth Of miisma-tke-c was no
lamp marsh, no foul or unseemly spot, 10 7
lead carton or noisome place, which the
oating eye of the buzzari dii not find out,
7hero he did no aIight, and in which his ,n. '
lean tastes did not rcvel. Now girls, which
7iI you carry through lite, the birds eyes or
be buzzard's ?'--Home Magazine. 4