St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1872-05-03
Set Thy House in Order.
BY HENRY WARD BEECHER.


Died suddenly? How often these
solemn words meet our gaze in the
newspapers. They suggest most i'm
pnrtant inquiries to each one of lis.
Reader:
|. Is your business in such shape that
if Nom should die tonight il might he
settled 10y Your survivors without un-
necessary loss to yoW estate! I'm
men>e SUMS are lost. and vast trouble
and expensive litigati"n> are involved
10y improperly kept account-books. and
the ncglectimg of full memoranda of I'M
finished business.
=. Is y"ur will made In the event
of lour pulse cca>iug to beat before to
morrow morning. would no injustice b,.
done to your heirs. and those objects of
Christian benrNolcnce which it il your
intention tn promote after Your death
DIcd mtC$tdte! Is often the precursor OF
.ieal"uSicS. and heart huImingS. and in
Justice. which might have been prevent
ed 10y Il few strokes of the pen.
). Have you paid all Your debts ,
Or. have You made arrangements that
your creditors shall not he wrongcd
There may he some balances against
/ YOU. WHICH YOU ilthllpN ltuHt NblllStl
morally bound to meet, but against
which no legal claim can bc presented.
You intend To pay them after awhile.
You have the ability now. but y"u are.
neglccting them. Take heed lest death.
coming when you did not expect him.
shall put it forever beyond your power
to do justly.
!. Ale You on amicahle terms as far
as you can bc with every body ! lou
spoke an Unkind word. and wounded II
sensitive heart. Have you tried to re
pair the damage That brother. that
sister. that ncighhor. toward whom. in
IL moment of excitement, You acted AN
unchristian part. deserves better treat
ment. You are conscious of having
wronged them. Had You not better
ask their forgiveness, and gain recon
ciliation now! Tomorrow there may
he no opportunity. lou know not
what shall he on the morrow.
,. Have You made God your friend !
If not, you have no time to lose. He
waits to be gracious now. lou will
soon stand before Him. This night thy
soul may be required of thee. Take
Jesus at once to he your Mediator and
Savior. Set thy house in order.
The GIRL OF THE PERIOD AT HER
GRAND PIANo.-It was IL young woman
with as many white muslin tiounceS
round her as the planet Saturn ha.
rings, that did it. She gave the music
stool twirl or two and tiutfed down on
to it like whirl of soap-suds III hand
basin. Then she pushed up her cuff,
as if she was going to fight for the
champions belt. Then she worked her
wrists and her hands to Timber 'em, |
suppose, and spread out her fingers till
they looked us though they would pref
ty much cover the key board from the.
growing end to the little squeaky one
Then those two hands of hers made Il
jump at the keys us if they were u
couple of tigers coming down on Il flock
of black and white sheep, and the plan"
gave great howl as if its tail had been
trod on. Dead stop-so still You could
hear your hair growing. Then another
jump, and another howl, as if the piano
had two tails, and you trod on both OF
'em at once, and Il grand clatter and
scramble and strings of jumps, up and
down, back and forward, one hand oven
the other, like stampede of rats and
mice more than like anything | call
music.-O ". Holmes.