The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1873-08-15
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''Do YOU intend TO leave these old ar |
ticles behind you-these things you
seem to have thrown into the street ?p
''Yes, sir. They are but old rubbish,
of no use to me. / have been foolish
have squandered money TO buy many
and many an article OF no use to me.
shall leave all the old rubbish behind
me, and take only the best, and there is
not so much of il as wish there was, or
so much as might have had, but that |
was too thoughtless and careless. But
/ must be going. If you ever come up
town ! will be glad to see you, for you
have been kind, and given me a little
help in friendly way"
''Good day, and good luck"
''Thank you, sir. Good day."
All the way home we thought Of that
man, and of the rubbish he has left be-
hind. Tonight we have thought Of the
rubbish We have accumulated in life.
Some of these days all of Us will be
helped into the carriage that will take
us to the new resldence-to the purer
country and the companionship of bet
ter workmen. How many of us will
have much to move? How many Of
us will have to leave behind more than
We can take with US to be of use in the
new workshop?
Some of these days q messenger will
come and say we are wanted elsewhere.
That is, II we are good workmen. II
not, we may be compelled TO remain
here till the master tears down the
building, and we are thrown out Of en-
plOy, to wait around and wander and
seek for labor Of any kind, when had
We taken care Of ourself, situation at
better wages were ours to count on for a
certainty.
Look out for the rubbish, bows. That
is what loads the wagon, and when IL is
all brought out to the street, the people
will know how we spent our earnings.
The habits of life count for or against
us. Men learn to lie, and to cheat, and
TO become selfish, grasping and avari-
cious. They often live only to accumu-
late wealth. But gold will some day
be nothing but rubbish. In the new
shop, in the East, under the smile of
the Great Worker and Architect, whose
helpers all honest men are, there Is no
rubbish. All that must be left behind
when We go from school here TO our
Home in the golden-hued Eternal,
where good actions, pure lives, honest
motives and earnest striving to live TO
a good purpose while on earth, are the
credits passed to our credit after the
chemical change we call death shall
have come, and We go learn of our
Treasurers where God of Love and the
Master Mind of All is the Banker who
every day We live here puts our good
deeds out to abundant interest.
Then the question will be, what have
you done to help others? To tighten
hearts? To lift the loads of care that
come like shadows of the night to weigh
down men and women and children all
over the land as here We work-not
so much to be saved as to save
here, that we have rewards of
our own to enjoy Over There.
Tonight we have been thinking of
two brothers. One Of them is rich as
they count wealth in gold. But he is
not rich in that sentiment OF truth and
honor and fearless disposition to do
right which will count TO his credit In
the Eternal existence. He is cold, sell
fish, avaricious. We never knew him
to give even one little penny to the
poor. He has no charity for Others.
he Is almost brutal to his family, and
lives only to demand homage from those
he can make to fear him.
The other brother is a mechanic. A
Tubal Cain. He works by a forge and
sings as he tolls. His wife is proud of
him and of his noble, loving heart. His
little ones, three i'm number, watch for
his coming each night, and every Satur-
day night, romp with him after the
work of the day is done, till he saws he
is rested. He rolls them on the floor.
and he stands them on their heads. till
father, mother and little ones laugh
with delight and ale envied by many
rich man and woman, who puts eorsets
on their hearts and stifie affection in
order TO be fashionable.
he works in a blacksmith shop. He
heats great bars of iron, and LAYS them
on the anvil, and rains upon them IT,
tanic blows till the sparks dance around
ms shop after the echoes as they roll
out upon the street. His hand, when il
grasps the hammer, Is hard and strong
nus muscles are brawny, and his
s1Ieiglh Ike that OF giant, as he is,
for he asks odds of no man, aud believes
IN tnat Heaven, which is reached by
the door of honesty, framed i'm Divine
love for all who love themselves enough
TO Keep their hearts pure. Now he
str kes hard, powerful blows till the
whipped metal becomes obedient TO
inliid aud matter and manner of direct
application. Then the blows are lighter
tnah the love taps on the cheek of an
aihanced, for he Is q master workman,
who knows what, and when, and how
to strike, making of his life a roundelay
ot mechanical song-a cadence of music, /
ever IN harmony with the Great Maestro
VINO gives us work and gives rewards
only TO those who do it willingly and |
This one of the brothers will have but
httle rubbish when he moves. He will |
go to bis new home and to his labor I'm 1
IN the Eternal Pattern shop, where God |
Is the Designer, and where millions of |
those who were once of earth are His |
assistants, with strong heart, a we'll |
directed life and the loved ones Of Home |
to bear him company and testify TO his |
worth as man and a citizen, as he Is |
now, happy, loving, deserving hus-
oand and father, resting with his loved |
)nes at Home where he is making 9TH |
ers happy this, to them all, blessed Sat |
lrday night.-BTick PoDleroy.
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