The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-06-30
Words of Wisdom.

Habit is a cable. Every day we weave Q
thread, and soon we cannot break it.
Rest would be torture if WEAKNESS did
not make the bed sweet for her coming
Duff Porter.
1t is but one step from companionship to
slavery, when one associates with vice.
Hosea Ballou.
There are times when, If we would see
God, we must turn our faces to the bare
wall and keep silence.
There are strange footsteps that draw
near each of our dwellings but some of
US, when we hear them, go and shut the
door.
The sensitive being is the unarmed among
the well armed, the unveiled one where all
are masked. Auerbach, ION the Heights"
love the world the more because know
1t is Gods world, even as a dry leaf, given
by q lover, is dearer than all pearls from
whose loves us not. Theodore Parker.
Rest and peace are not to be gained by
force; they are the pure gifts from the
heaven within US, ram clouds and sunshine
meeting in our tears and smiles. Amer
bach, ION the Heights"
The mind has certain vegetative pow
er, which cannot be wholly idle. If 1t Is
not laid out and cultivated into beautiful
garden, it will of itself shoot up weeds or
flowers of wild growth. [SteeIe.
1t is only our mental duration that we
measure by visible and measurable objects:
and there is nothing mournful in the con-
| sire I0f 1nIlfef ,diae vho--knnws that the
his capacity for it. [Southey.
When the stiffened body goes down to
| the tomb, sad, silent, remorseless,- i feel
| there is no death for the man. That clod
which yonder dust shall cover is not my
| brother. The dust goes to it's place man
| to his own. 1t is then l feel my immor-
| tality. | look through the grave into heav-
| en-. ask no miracle. no proof, no reason
ing for me. ask no dust risen to teach
me immortality. am conscious OF eternal
life. Theodore Parker.
Luxury and Incidence are the well-known
concomtants of a torrid atmosphere and an
exuberant soil. If, in our northern and
wintry climate, we are strangers TO the
rich profuslon of southern soil, we have
the consolation that this climate, while it
Yields US but scanty harvest for labori-
GUS cultivation, yields US at the same time
blessing for which there can be no equl'
valentine capacity of enjoyment that re.
suits from vigor of body and activity OF
mind. Jacob Bigelow.
The poet Goethe being once in the COM
) pany Of mother who had occasion to re-
7 prove her daughter, just blooming into
womanhood, when he saw the young girl
| blush and burst into tears, said, show
: beautiful your reproof has made your
q | daughter. The crimson hue and those sill
yer tears become her better than any orna
. ment of gold or pearls. Those may b'
hung ON the neck OF wanten; but thcst
are never seen disconnected with mora
y purity. A full-blown rose, besprinkle(
!. with the purest dew, is not so beautiful a
Q this child, blushing beneath her parent
displeasure, and shedding tears OF sorrow
10 for her fault. A blush is the sign whc
e nature hangs out where chastity and homo
Is dwell"
e An old monk, Ms he felt himself very fai
Is approaching the grave, called his felio'
10 monks, into his cell and said, ''sweep II
g stone floor of my cell, and they swept i
8. Take the ashes from the hearth, said ht
n "and make figure of cross OF my leng'
d upon the floor" and they did it. Lii
IS me" said he, ''from my pallet, and lay N
IS upon that cross, and they laid him. "Sha
,e we stretch your arms out upon the cross
ID "No," said he 'God forbid. am NJ
Q. worthy" And leaning toward his las
ne closing lips, they heard him say, IN
ed works and my labors have sunk me lii
of lead in the water, but that which is benea
en- me now is buoyant 1t lifts me, rise
rise-Jesus !" And so he died. A sight
Jesus makes death easy. Rev. Thorn
Sewall.