The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1869-04-15
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this days discourse: 4E
The day is cold and dark and dreary,
1t rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall;
And the day is dark and dreary.
BE till sad heart and cease repininG,
Behind the cloud the suns still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dTeary-
My HEARERS: Nothing can tell |
you palmer that you are dependent
upon heaven for your daily bread
than the rain that comes flowing down
from the fountain of all goodness
Albeit you may not behold with the
actual eye the johnny cakes, slapjacks
and wheaton loaves descending in the
crystal flood; still they are there
Yea. brethren, it never rains pitch
forks, but always bread; and If the
clouds were to withhold their aqueous
contributions at the beck of every idle
crumbler, you would soon be con-
WINGED that the infexible terms of ma
ture were, notrain no bread-not even
q miserable Graham apology. The
farmer and his geese delight in the
bountitul rain, my dear friends, and
why should you not all take pleasure
in it as well as he who through its
generous assistance provides for the
maintenance of your mortal bodies !
But to find fault is human, and even
the farmer is not always satisfied with
it as it is. lie sometimes wishes it
might rain only nights and have done
with it, that the morrow's sun might
lick up its leavings as clean as a poor
mans platter, and let him go forth to
the fragrant fields with joyous heart
in dry jacket and beneath cheerful
sky.
But, my brethren, rainy day, with
all its good intentions, brings with it
thousand little discomforts and in
conveniences which you are all wicked
enough to curse in your hearts. II
NAV spoil some of your most cher
ished previously laid plans; and II
profanity viii ever pass muster, il
NAV be winked at with one eye in
case like this; for to have cold water
suddenly dashed upon ones ardent
expectations is enough to force an inn
proper part of speech from the moutt
of a missionary. Nevertheless, my
brethren, you should grin and bear it
or bear it and grin afterwards for thu
Good Book sendeth the rain upon th'
Just, the unjust, and others just lik'
them.
My friends, the gloom of cold
dark, dripping, dish-clouty day vii
work its way to the heart in spite o
yourselves. It is through sympath,
that your minds become muddy, an
filled with melancholy, and your dis
positions riled. 1t is not to be ex
pected that sympathetic mortal ca
be bright and chippery while tn
heavens are making wry faces, drape
in mourning, and weeping like
whole gallery of Rachels refusing to
comforted, because nobody feels in til
humor to be agreeable. At such time
you will experience an ungetupab
downness which no lever of resoll
ton can start. Everything lool
down; nothing is up except dande
mushrooms and umbrellas; the ioy
ers all hang their heads; the leav
point their lancets to the ground !; Il
hogs hump their backs and turn the
hams ,weatherward the old roost
droops his caudle plume as, with
grandfather trot, he strides for
barn-shed; the cattle cease to che
their cuds, as hope do you all VIII
the doctors horse at the gate-pc
stands like patience in mud pudd
melancholy illustration of hyd1
phathic treatment in the abstract
There is 10 music i'll the birds;
merry hum in the bees; the butter
hides himself away, knowing that
calico won't stand washing, and
spider from his covert looks dagg
at the silvery hair bullets as ii
bounce upon his delicate web. Ii
be a. cold November rain, the "
still clings to the Wondering "
while its dead leaves drop at ev'
gust,like saturated Ito the grou
No wonder then, brethren, with 81
gloomy aspects and scenes around J
that your hearts are water-soak
that your souls are dark and dfeary
the day, and you look as doleful as
face of an angel upon tombstone
A rainy. day turns mans moral
ric wrong side out and shows h
coarse are the thread, in the text
upon which his velvety virtues
wrought.
Oh, my brethren, life with som
but rainy day from the very
fading of youths crimson-tinted m
to the, dark night of the grave;
clouds of adversely are eong!or
atcd thick around them; the wind
misfortune are never weary, and