The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-07-22

People who injure us always say they
do so for our good.
Teach man what he is, and he will
be what he ought to be-Schelling.
No man is born into the world whose
work is not born with him; there is al
ways work and tools to work withal for
those who will; and blessed are the
heavy hands of toil.-LoweU.
The way Is good, says Chrysostom, if
it be to feast. though through dark
and miry lane; if to an execution not
good, though through the fairest street
of the city. Non qua sed quo. Not
the way but the end is to be mainly
''Do not forget that if you accomp.
lish little every day it will amount to
a good deal in year. IF you pursue
some study, or read one hour every day
in the year, you will have acquirea an
amount of knowledge in three hundred
and sixty;fve days that will surprise
you. Bear this in mind now, early In
the year, and let nothing prevent you
from taking advantage of it."
Here is good searching question for
a man to ask himself as he reviews his
past life:-Have I critten an the sno,c?
viii my lite-work endure the lapse of
years and the fret of change? Has
there been anything immortal in it,
which will survive the speedy wreck Of
all sublunary thin things? The boys
Inscribe their names in capitals in the
snow, and in the mornings thaw the
writing disappears; will it be so with
my work, or will the characters which
have carved outlast the brazen tablets
of history? Hare I acrittem in the
snou?
One of our party greatly needed some
elderfower water for her face upon
which the sun was working great mis-
chief. 1t was in the italian town of
V arallo, and not word of Italian did
[ know. | entered a chemists shop
and surveyed his drawers and bottles,
but the result was nH Bright thought,
would go down by the river, and walk
until I could gather a bunch of elder
lowers, for the tree was then in bloom.
Happily the search was successful the
lowers were exhibited to the druggist.
he extract was procured. When you
cannot tell in so many words what true
religion is, exhibit it by your actions.
Show by your life what grace can do.
There is no language in the world so
eloquent as holy life. Men may
doubt what you say, but they will be
lieve what you do.
'In one place near the Hospice of st.
Bernard, l met with curious natural
The under surface of the
snow having been melted by the warmth
Of the soil, which in Alpine regions is
always markedly higher than that of
'he air, was not in contact with it. A
snowy vault was thus formed, glazed on
,he top with thin plates of transparent
ce; and here grew most lovely cush-
on of the Aretia Heluetica, covered
with hundreds of its delicate rosy fow-
ers, like miniature hydrangea blossom.
The dark colour of the soil favoured the
absorption of heat; and, prisoned in its
crystal cave, this little fairy grow and
blossomed securely from the very heart
Of winter, the unfavourable circum-
stances around all seeming so many
ministers of good, increasing its strength,
and enhancing its loveliness.
This delightful little sketch Of nature
by Mr.. Hugh Macmillan may be paral-
leled in the kingdom of grace; for in
the cold shade of poverty, protected
from thousand temptations by that
very scant, and in the centre of sinful
society, stimulated to a bolder confess
sion by the surrounding opposition, we
have met with the rarest specimens Of
grace. Where every influence appeared
to be deadly, the most vigorous spirit
ual life has been produced.
From the valley to the hilltop, are
ten thousand toilsome steps; fror hill
top to mountain peak. are ten times ten
thousand more; and the grasping hands
will drip with blood, and the toiling feet
grow sore, the head be faint, the heart
aweary, before the crowning rock is
reached and the feet stand firm thereon.
We are born in the valley, and know
no joys or pleasures else in childhood
than those that cluster there We bask
in Gods sunshine, light, and soft, and
fair, drink in Gods air so sweet, gather
flowers, list to the singing birds, and
join their choir, lift up our eyes that
wink at huger things, love our life,
await our manhood, and know no care.
But the upward struggle comes, and
with it little sleep. The years fly by,
the boy becomes man-then knows no