Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1869-04-15

! HE that openly tells his friends all
that he thinks of them. must expect that
they will tell his enemies much that they
do not think of him.
| If we would be useful to all around
US, and so serve our Father in Heaven
Alright, we must, like the busy bees, "im-
prove each shining hour
Sickness should teach us what vain
thing the world is, what vile thing sin
| IL, what poor thing man is, and what
precious thing an interest in Christ is.
| Have the courage to get out of bed
Immediately when you ask yourself the
question as to whether you shall do 50 or
not. The advantage must be in getting
up.
Have the courage to call things by
their proper names--call flesh, flesh, not
meat. Those who do not approve of your
honesty will fear it. That is as it should
be.
-Christ's strength is the strength Of
the christian. If we would stand Cie~io'
must be nnr seuadatfu II we would be
safe, Christ must be our sanctuary.
BY the constant repetition of any line
of thought, feeling, or action. men lose
the power of vivid appreciation. Hence,
everywhere the tendency of routine is
to dullness.
Gould honey be distilled from the
bowels of a toad, who would partal1e of it
Such, however, at best, must be the sweets
which christian obtains from worldly
amusements.
There is no honor like Il relation to
Christ; no riches like the grace of Christ
no learning like the knowledge of Christ
and no persons learning like the servants
of Christ
While talented temperance orator
was recently speaking at Cleveland he /
was asked What shall we do with all /
the grain that is required for distilling =
Feed the drunkard's wife and children
with it; they have gone hungry long
enough" was the ready reply.
A transccndental preacher took for
hi, text. Feed my lambs" \ plain far
mer very quantity remarked to him, ON
coming out of the church a very good
text, sir; but You should take care not to
put the hay 50 high il the rack that the
lambs can't reach it.
Henry Ward Beechcr, goe, from his
country to his city home reluctantly.
Thus he says good by Every tree has
face of its own, every vine and shrub, the
very paths, the moss that sucks moisture
in damp places, the birds, the insects, I
have their familiar influence. leave
them sorrowfuily. Winds will drive /
away my birds. t'rosts will smite my
flowers The winds that all summer
cushioned themselves upon murmuring
leaves, will strike now upon bare branches
and, shrill sounding, hasten on Fare
WELL
The man who never failed Is a myth
Such IA one never lived, and is never likely
to. All success is series of efforts, in
which, when closely viewed, are seen
more or less failures. The mountain is
apt to overshadow the HILL but the hill is
a reality vertheless If you fail now.
and then, don't be discouraged. Bear in
mind it is only the part and experience of
every successful man; and the most sue
cessful men often have the most failures.
In Rogers Table Talk, it is said that
Fox, when young man, a great
dandy, and that he and Lord Carlisle
once travelled from Paris to Lyons, for the
express purpose of buying waistcoats, and
during the whole journey, they talked
about nothing else. We know some Ia
dies who make the whole journey of life
with no other purpose but to buy dres-
ses and bonnets, and-they talk of moth
ing else the whole way.
We bless God that our babies shall
have the same heaven as our holy sres
they shall not be placed in the back set
Elements of Canaan, but they shall with
equal clearness, see the face Of Jesus
Those dear boys and girls who learned to
love Christ, and made profession of his
name in their youth, were never spared
to reach the ripeness of manhood and
womanhood, lbut they shall equally see
his face with the gravest and most rever-
end father of the church
Had nothing been done toward the
uplifting of a sinful race, we might feel
no courage to attempt work SO difficult.
But not so when the Son of God hath
purchased a people with his own blood.
Every thorn pierced the Saviour's brow,
every particle of bloody sweat pressed
from his holy person by the garden agony,
every pang OF his expiring hour, every
drop Of sacrifoial blood, il aheart-stirrino
appeal-a demand Of infinite urgency,
bidding the wreckers hasten to the rescue,
and use all diligence to man the ife-boat
ere the opportunity shall have passed
away forever.
= I'm . Christian family near Annoy,
China, little boy, the youngest of three