Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-11-23

| does not pay; you are cheating yo"reeH
Won are drawing poison, like the sPider'
from the very flowers, and like the bee:
smoking honey. sHow dismal you look,
| said the bucket to its companion, as they
vera going to the we'll. 'Ah,' replied the
other, Il was rejecting on the uselessness
of our being filled, for let us go away ev.
err so full, we always come back empty.
'Ab. me how strange to look at IL In
that way.' said the bucket, now L enjoy
the thought that however empty we come
back. we always go away full. Only look
At it in that light, and you will be as
cheerful as I am An old colored woman
over one hundred years of age, said. IN
answer to the inquiry, Are you thankful
for your pains 2 Yes, missus. Pse thank
ful for eberyting as it comes Ise ooleeged
to ye.'
Come with me turn under this low
doorway; climb these narrow, creakin0
stairs: knock at the door. A pleasant
voice bids you enter; you see woman
-ixty-four years of age, her hands narrow
ed and contracted, her whole body clInch-
ed and curled together as cholera, cramp
and rheumatism fixed it twenty-eIght
wears ago. For sixteen years she has not
moved from her bed or looked out of the
window And in constant pain, while
she can't move a limb. Listenl che Is
thankful. For what? For the use OF
one thumb. With two-pronged fork las
tened to a stick she can turn over the
leaves of an old-fashioned Bible when
placed within her reach. Hear her ii
am content to live here as long as 1t
pleases Him, and to go when He shall
call me-"
Sir John Sinclair once alighted from his
chariot near singularly ablect looking
houaa and entered into conversation with
an old Iaborer who lived there alone. On
leaving he asked him if he could serve
him in any way. Sir" said the old man,
with a look of honest contentment, "there
ia not 10 this world thing that / want"
Sir John then said that poor hut was the
only home in which be had found perfect
happiness. and requested his daughter to
draw him picture of the one window OF
the hut where lived a man who had not q
wish ungratified When Sir John wished
the great Lord Melville, on his birthday,
many happy years. the Minister of State
replied "They must be happier than the
last. for l had not one happy day IN II.
When blessings come like birds to the
windows OF your soul, singing their JOY
Gus notes and seeking responsive melody
in your own heart, why put shades on the
windows, why draw down the curtains
Tear down the blinds let the food OF
1 sunlight pour into your heart. Throw
wide open the shutters let the music
fl ,od in take a cheerful view of life ;
come out of the gloom of your morbid ap-
prehensions. It will pay and you will
look from the nights into the dreary cell
of YOUR miserable fsncies as men look in
to the dark dungeon from which they
have escaped.
i I believe there are but few instances in
which Kindness has been fairly exercised
hut what il conquered the enmity oppos-
ed to it. It's frat effort may not succeed
any more than one shower of rain can re-
claim the barren desert, but shed the dew
and its holy influence repeatedly on the
revenpeful sonl and it will become beau
tiful with the flowers of tenderness. Let
any person put the question to his sonl.
whether under any circumstances he can
deliberately resist continued kindness. l
know there are hard cases men who will
resist and resent every approach. But
from my experience and observation, |
believe there are few if any so hardened
but parsevering in kindness will touch
some spot in the heart.
1t paws to persevere. 1t does not pay to
he men and unmsnlv. 1t does pay to
be true and noble. Mr.. Cough proceeded
to ridicule the fashions of the present day,
and then went on to remark of the man
ner in which man suddenly get rich, and
the respect which was paid them because
they had capital. Capital" said the lee
tur4r: "what is capital? Character is
capital: honor il capital. What capital
has man when integrity aud honor are
gone? A man must be judgei by what
he is, net what be has. What has he
Perish stocks, and gold, and shares. but
give me integrity and honor. and when
die let me leave the record of en- upright
life, and nv epitaph be simply: Here
lies an honest man. Gold is a good thing
in ones fingers, but when it becomes a
golden calf, men worship it, and it does
not pay.
1t does not pay to run in debt; nothing
waigh4 down sensitive man more than
debit What sn awful incubus is the
dread of duns; TO avoid one store after
another till nearly all are closed to you ;
the dread of walking in the street for fear
Of bsing reminded of a debt how the
blood will Jingle at the curt question :
when will it be convenient for you to
settle that little bill P It is always lit
tie bill, though it wonld take all you are
worth to pay it, On the misery of be-
ing dunned. I speak of sensitive men
most men are ashamed of it.
Young men, as YOU lift the cleaning
wine cup to yonr lips in the jollity and
recklesaness of the nights spree, will il
pay ? Will it? Is the greatest insult
70 call a man fool. but in the suffering of
the next morning, the disturbed con-
science, the aching head, throbbing tenn
pies, there Is not one in a thousand who
will not say to himself Fool, fool Sure
ly it does not pay.
It IS grand thing for a man so to live
that he can look back with complaeencv.
FIR we do live in the past; it is the past
that must tell. The present is gone, the
past only remains: we are making our
paat as we'll as our future. The present
is dead. but the past lives and il perpet-
nal. There are times in every mans life
when Gu'y is plain. though difficult to
perform. If duty il performed it must be
at q sacrifice, but it always pays to take
the hand of duty and let her lead, whether
through storm or sunshine, darkness or
light, grief or inv, life or death. Dnty
Duty ALWAYS first. Men have fought
mighty battles; and every one they have
yielded has been lost by sloth or fear, and
when they triumphed it was because they
had been true to the demands of duty.
1t has paid the gloriously to be so. II
pays for a man to do his duty. 1t pays
now; now and for all time it pays"
Alexis,
NEW York. Nov. 81.
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