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Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1877-05-16
Outdoor Exercise.

Mothers, consider it your religious duty to
take our-door exercise, without fail, each
day. Sweeping and trotting around the
house will not take its place the exhilara.
ton of the open air change of scene are abso-
lutely necessary. Oh, know ali about
Lucy's gown that is not finished" and
Tommy's jacket" and even "his" coat
thrown in your lap, as if TO add the last
ounce to the camel's back still say, up
and out Is it not more important that your
children, in their tender years, should not be
left motherless, and that they should not be
born to that feeble constitution of body
which will blight every earthly blessing :
Let buttons and strings go you will take
hold of them with more yigor and patience
when you do return bright and refreshed ;
and ii every stitch DO not finished at Just
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Buds, Blossoms and Birds.

The time of the singing of birds has come.
In our northern latitudes, after six months
absence, the sweet songsters return to us,
and make morning and evening musical
with song. In field and wood nature awakens
TO new life. The grass wears a new livery
OF green. Spring flowers peer up from amid
the sheltering folds of the russet leaves OF
last year-crocus, hepatica and violet. The
anemone, true to its name, trembes in the
spring breeze, while the white face of the
blood-root shimmers in the warm sunlight,
and wild arbutus buds slowly unfold theil
tender, blushing petals in the soft air. Not
alone or chiefly as repetition of nature's
wonderful revivification; not as the rt.oc
currence OF marvellous natural phenomena, il
the return of the spring welcomed by the
thoughtful man. The long, graceful grass,
not less than the lofty tree, bespeaks the
work of the Almighty One, from whose hand
came forth the humblest flower, and tn,
vast, silent panorama of worlds, swinging IN
mighty arcs and majestic silence. Well
may the psalmist call upon rain and dew
snow and hail, to praise the Lord. Coming
forth at his word, the phenomena of that
wondrous thing we call nature speak hi
praise who created all things, and Tor who's,
pleasure they are and were created. Let al
appropriate the joytully solemn lesson of the
season. From the cares and perplexties o.
business from the sorrows and dsappoiut-
nents of that combination OF circunstanc,
aud existence which we call life; from r.,
pinings at the irrepdrable aud lungings foi
the Impossible let us all get out, aud draw
lesson from the trees aud plants, the flowers
the birds, buds and blossoms OF our spring
time. Surely the poet is right when he SAWS :
The world is too much with MS. Early and late,
Getting and spending we lay waste our powers,
Little We zee in nature that is ours
We have given our hearts away, sordid boon.
When shall Americans, as a nation, lear
that not in acquiring, but in spending, tru,
riches lie THAT not in money, or lands, OF
bonds, or stocks, but in an observing, con.
tented mind, a cheerful heart and peaceful
conscience true happiness consists / he poel
has told us that in single flower he has touno
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears
And so, looking upon all the countless
forms and tints of beauty which meet us al
every turn, let us learn to look up from tht
created to the Creator. Finding in him oul
chief consolation, so only shall it be possible
for things of beauty to speak of the all.
beautiful One, and we shall find in the
treasures that lie at our feet-whether a
pebble, a daisy, or bird with its nestings
"a sense OF that omnipotent care without
whose knowledge not a sparrow falls to the
ground. So let us carry spring-time in oul
hearts till the Fathers gentle hands lead us
to those amaranthne fields where fadeless
flowers blossom, and the fountain of living
waters flows forever from under the throne.
Christian at Work.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1877-05-16
Working and Waiting.

You are tender-hearted, and you want to
be true and are trying to be-learn these
two things Never to be discouraged be-
cause good things get on so slowly here
and never to fail daily to do that good which
lies next to your hand. Do not be in a
hurry, but be dilligent. Enter the sublime
patience of the Lord. Be charitable in view
of it. God can afford to watt why cannot
we, since we have him to fall back upon
Let patience have her perfect work, and
nring forth her celestial fruits. Trust u
God to weave your little thread into thr
great web, though the pattern shows it not
vet. When Gods people are able and will
ing thus to labor and wait, remember thai
une day is with the Lord as thousand
years, and a thousand years as one day tn
harvest of the ages shall come to its reaping
and the day shall broa len itself to a thou
sand years, aud the thousand years shal
show themselves as a perfect aud finished
day.-MucD maid.
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The Use of Adyersity.

Adversely. though punishment, is not
necessarily reformatOry. We may 90 from
bad to worse in secular misery. Indeed
our wisest financiers aud statesmen do not
see how we can help going deeper and deeper
Having dug out the old sate-beaten ways OF
doing things, we have struck upon quick.
sand and find nothing solid. Our trouble
is not lack OF hard money it is the lack OF
the hard-pan of conscientiousness- is thu
substitution OF mere policy, and whatever
by bribery or mistake may be legalized, OF
by allowance become customary, for those
ideas of honesty which are as old and wide.
spread as the world. We want our words.
our labels, and our actions to have about
them the ring of the real gold, and not to be a
mere deprecated currency, even though
everybody does not understand it, and only
the fool is deceived. Mr.. Charles F. Adams
is credited with saying that " the thing nee.
es,ary for revival of business in th,
country is revival of religion" There is
craftsmanship in the remark, whoever
made it, We can have no prosperous sail.
lug until the needle of the popular con-
science is magnetized with divnely given
sense of right and wrong; and this we will
get only when, as people, we have come
through repentance and earnest desire to
God for it. When the community strike
that attitude, then God will fulfil his prom.
ise "And | will turn my hand upon thee,
and purely purge away thy dross, and take
away all thy tin: and | will restore thy
judges as at first, and thy counsellors as at
the beginning; afterward thou shalt be
called the city of righteousness, the faithful
city. Zion shall be redeemed with judg
ment, and her converts with righteousness,
Qsaiah i. 25-27. ~. NJ Ludiow, u. ID.
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The Putting ON Of Christ.

What, then, does il mean to put on Christ
1t does not mean, OF course, that you are
only to make AN experiment of putting on
the garb OF a new life, aud see how you will
like it. No man puts on Christ for any
thing short of eternity The act must be
finallty even at the beginning. lie must he
accepted as the alpha aud omega. Whoever
con emplates even the possibility of being
without him. or of ever being without him
again, does not put him on Neither do you
put him on when you undertake to copy
some one or more of the virtues or charac-
ters in him-the gentleness, for example,
the love, the dignity-without being willing
TO accept the sacrifice in him, to bear the
worlds contempt with him, to be singular,
to be hated, to go through your Gethsemane,
and groan with him under the burdens OF
love. There can be no choosing out here OF
shreds and patches froTI his divine beauty
but you must take the whole suit, else you
cannot put him on. The garment is seam
less, and cannot be divided.-Dr. BUSHNELL
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Unfinished Work.

Nothing teaches more impressively mans
irailty than his unfinished undertakings.
Lying in the quarry near the Syrian city Of
Baalbec, is the largest worked stone in the
world, a gigantic block nearly seventy feet
in length, almost detached aud ready for
transportation to its niche in the titanic
platform of the Temple of the Sun. 1t
seems as though the workmen had Just mo
mentarily left their labor, and we fancy we
must soon see them returning. But forty
centuries or more ago some providential
emergency called them from their work and
there lies the huge block, and yonder is the
cycopean wall with its vacant niche, one of
the most striking and impressive OF the un-
finished labors of the world. And so the
colossal Kutub Minar, though finished
column in itself, is but a fragmentary memo
rial of a gigantic unfinished plan and as
such it will stand to teach many generations
yet to come that, though man may propose,
heaven will dispose.-Myers' Remains Of
Lost Empires.
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The Only Way.

An elderly lady, but a short time resi-
dent of Western village became bewil-
dered and uncertain of her way, and asked
a young woman walking near if she were
right. The person addressed answered cour-
teously that she too was stranger, and the
two walked little distance in company.
The old lady had in early life taken refuge
among infidel authors, and after Gods Spirit
showed her their sophistry, she felt that she
could never do enough to atone for her error
Before parting from the stranger she asked :;
" Do you love the Saviour 2" The woman
looked surprised, hesitated moment, and
said " | think my mother does and have
been church-goer all my life; but you are
the first person who ever asked me such a
question. | ought to love him." She car
ried the thought out to her new prairie home
and acted upon it, and when, year later,
she folded her hands to wait for the last
great trumpet, she died in the triumph of
living faith. Two friends had spent pleas
ant hour together. At PARTING the visitor, a
Young mother, said I'VE may not stay in
our present home, Tor We want our little boy
to have the right kind OF surroundings.
Whatever De may be, want him to grow
into noble man" The hostess replied in Il
gentle but earnest tone The only way to
insure his being brought up right anywhere,
Mrs. Campbell, is for his parents to be gem
uiue Christians" Mrs. Campbell afterwards
told me that the only way " sounded in her
ears all the way home. She knew it was
true. She knew, too, that nothing but her
own indifference prevented her being a Chris.
tian mother. She had neither minister nor
meeting, but she had the Bible, and that
Listener whose ear is never dull to the
faintest yearning toward his warm heart
So, stepping from the broad way, she set her
feet in the narrow path, her new heart
joyful in the Saviour's love. Then, with an
earnestness that would take no denial, she
began TO pray for her husbands conversion
TO "pray without ceasing, to use her own
words. Within fortnight of the time when
that pebble of thought was dropped into
the well of her soul, the family altar wa,
set up in their home, and its fires kept alive
by praying father and mother.-Americar
Msgsenoer
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The Sorrows Of n Child.

There are good many sad things in this
world, and since sorrow on the whole is
better than laughter, the lightest-hearted
among us do well at times to shade our eyes
and peer into the darkness. The other day
! was stopping at Western hotel in com
pany with two friends. We all had noticed
one of the guests and his little boy of per-
haps four summers Each day the man
went out in town, leaving his boy alone in
the sitting-room TO amuse himself as best
he could till night. 1t is an awful thing to
see grief lay its heavy hand on childhood.
After looking into his face it needed not the
confirmation of Others TO tell the story of the
separation of his father and mother. lie
never played with the other children romp-
ing through the house, and resisted all at
tempts on our part to "make up" with
him. He uttered no complaint, but sat with
his great sorrowful eyes bent down, or wan.
dered in an absent way about the rooms.
One day my two friends had gone out, and
| had been some hours with books and
writing material, putting in solid forenoon
of study. had not noticed the presence of
this child in the room till a weary sigh drew
my attention TO him, sitting on the floor be-
hind chair, and looking into my face as
though he would read my soul. reached
out my hand, as had done before without
avail. But this time he ran eagerly, and
climbing quickly to my knees, laid his little
head on my breast and wept with scarcely
an audible sound, as though he were dying
for sympathy. | am not ashamed to say
that | Rugged him close and mingled my
tears with his, and | remembered the assur-
ance of our Heavenly Father that he pities
his children and yearns over them in divine
compassion. Bending down to kiss his
cheek, | called him some pet name. His
whole nature seemed to awaken out of
dream, and he broke out into the gladdest
laughter that | ever heard, and the next
minute went to sleep. Mammal"
looked down and saw that he was dream
ing of her who in the faraway sunny South
was no doubt calling for her lost boy.
write no particulars. When the books are
opened on the last great day fearful record
must stand against those who for lust or love
II money have broken the most sacred oil
Ill VOWS, and robbed childhood of that which
1t can never regain.-Adudnce.
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Quiet Goodness.

Sin is a terrible blot ON the worlds page,
but perhaps it is blot, and not the page,
For me, am amazed at the amount of quiet,
answering goodness that does not know it.
self for good, but thinks it is simply sup
porting the family, or paying the taxes, or
training the children, or doing the fall SOW
ing, or electing the candidate, or minding
its own business generally-goodness that
rates itself too low to imagine that the deity
could take any cognizance OF it, but which |
imagine to be an Offering of sweet SAVIOR
unto the Lord-a goodness which wears no
phylacteries, and haunts no banners, nor
even thinks itself meet to enter into the
outer court of the sanctuary, but before
which, fancy, the inner doors will one
day part, on golden hinges tuning.-Gda
HdmilfOn
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sMoraI AND Rehgions.
REUNION IN HEAVEN.

How shall know thee In the sphere that keeps
The dlsembodied spirit Of the dead
Where all Of thee that time should withcr sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread7
For shall feel the sting Of ceaseless palm
II there meet thy gentle presence not,
Nor hear the voice love. nor read again
In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.
WIN not thy own meek heart demand me there
That heart whose fondest ihrobs to me were given
Ny name, on earth. was ever in thy prayer;
shah 1t be banished from thy tongue in heaven9
In meadows famed by heavens llfe-breathng wind.
In the respendence Of that glorious sphere,
And larger movements Of the unfettered mind
wit thou forget the love that Joined us here9
The love that lived through all the stormy past,
And meeky with my harsher nature bore,
And deeper grew and tenderer to the last
Shall II expire with life and he no moreY -Erehan0'
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morning, my bereaved friends who during
this trying winter have been called 10 pass
through the sorrow of parting with beloved
ones. The Lord is risen and your dear ones
are with him; so that the nearer you are to
him you are the nearer to them. As you
walk through the streets you do not feel far
away from the one who is just on the other
side of him whose arm is linked with. yours
SO, as you go through the world, there is
only One between you and the beloved ones
who are gone from you, and that one is
Christ. Keep close to him, therefore, and
you wi II never think of them as either lost
or dead. Keep close to him, and in seeking
them through him you will be seeking the
living among the living, and not among the
dead.-Dr. W. N. Tdyior's Easter Sermon.
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Burdens.


We shall not speak of calamities and
'courges aud griefs. which fall to the lot o.
very man, and are unavoidable, but of th
'urdens that are sef-imposed burdens that
ire chiefly assumed by business men. Thes'
uen are humane; they treat their horse,
etter than they do themselves, for they lei
hem rest nights and give them time to eat
pnt to themselves they are not so lenient.
They come to dinner aud bolt it down H.
'ieces that wel.nigh choke them and When
lone they can hardly tell whether they hav,
aten meat or fish. They come home fol
he night with tired nerves and aching heads:
hey perhaps lie on the sofa and toss to and
fro until bedtime, adding more burdens to
heir tired brains, and preparing themselve'
10 dream all night OF importunate creditors
n foreclosed mortgages, and to wake in the
morning tired and haggard. Say what We
will, men must have rest. The time that
'lapses between days is given man for recre-
alton to gather new strength and fresh cour
age. The time is coming when men will
learn that dollar which is coined out oil
their own flesh is not gain. Let every man
labor in the time for labor, and not attempt
to sell sinew and marrow which is needed to
keep him alive for a few extra dollars.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1877-05-16
The Medicine Of Sunshine.

The world wants more sunshine in its dis
position; in its business in its charities ,
in its theology. For ten thousand of the
aches aud pains and rritations OF msn aud
women, we recommend sunshine. 1t soothe>
better than morphine. 1t stimulates better
than champagne. 1t is the best plaster for
wound. The Good Samaritan poured out
into the fallen travellers cash more of this
than wine and oil. Florence Nightingale
used it on Crimean battlefelds, Take it
into all the alleys, on board of all the ships,
and by all sick-beds. Not a phial full, but
a soul full. 1t is good for spleen, for liver
complaint, for neuralgia, for rheumatism,
for failing fortunes, for melancholy, We
suspect that heaven itself is only more sun
shine
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Giving and Receiving.

Give and it shall be given unto you. There
must be stream going out, II you would
have one flowing in. BY emptying the top
of the pump we drain water from the bot
tom of the well, BY scattering seed we in
crease our harvest If we care for Gods
children, God will care for us. We may
lend TO the Lord generously; he will not be
long in debt to us. A faithful steward is
one who regards his masters will aud dis
regards his own. God loves to be trusted
and he knows those who honor him with
their substance as well as with their words
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The Taylor jug.

A gentleman travelling at the West met an
emigrant journeying with his family TO the
fertile regions beyond the Mississippi. lie
had all his goods packed in wagons, and on
one load there hung huge jug with the
bottom broken out He asked the stranger
why he carried that with him. "Why,"
said he, 81 had a son with General Taylor's
army in Mexico, and the OLD gentleman al
ways told him to carry his whiskey-jug with
hole in the bottom aud since then ! bave
carried my jug as you see it, and find it the
best invention ! ever met with" snow,
said Rev. DR.. Tying, who related the anec
dote, "if our Presidents, Governors and
Legislators would carry such whiskey-jugs as
this Western emigrant carried ii their jug
had no bottom in it, we should have much
less drunkenness and misery" o, the ruin
Gus example of those in high stations
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such moment (and IL is dscouraging not
to be able to systematic in your labor, even
with your best efforts), still remember that
"sbe who hath done what she could is en-
titled to no mean praise. Your husband is
undoubtedly "the best of men," though
there are some malicious people who might
say that is not saying much for him Still,
he would never, to the end OF time, dream
what you were dying Of so accept my ad-
vice, and take the matter in hand yourself.
--Fdnnu Fern.
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Ne Come Grrle.
THE IMPATIENT MOTHER.


Unload the chairs; caps one, two, three,
Mittens and scarfs accordingly;
A pile Of coats all thrown about,
Their pocket-treasures emptied out
Marbles and tops, and tangled string,
Pencils. and pebbles, and sling;
Slate rags7 No. handkerchiefs Behold,
The tricks Of boys are manifold
sir muddy boots across the floor
Their tracks even now deplore:
Yet as set them up again
My heart goes toward my little men.
All day these boots on tireleas feet
Have tracked along the muddy street,
Or paced the school-fooms closer bound.
Or tramped, for me, some tlresome round.
The caps and coats upon the chair
Take on an almost life-like air;
hang them up full patiently.
While softening thoughts come over me.
Upstairs, three weary childish heads
Rest softly on their cosy beds,
And now think, remorsefully,
How welcome nightfall Ia to me
How often through. the busy day
chide my children at their play
How often, weary and depressed
Impatiently long for rest.
And now ponder, tearfully,
How sad that time may be for me
For death might bring II. and at best
There hastens on this time Of rest.
The time will come when nevermore
Snail children play about my door,
Or noisy voices at their play
Disturb me as they have to-day. -Seiect,
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VOL. 72.-36S3. NO. 81.
Seleff MisfeHanv.
THE SILENT CITY.

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Genrprranrf.
THE LOST.

Where is the noble, agile form2
The eye that beamed 40 bright,
Or shone with friendships gentle ray,
Like Luna's softened llght2
Where IL the mind--the uod-like mind,
That bade him search above,
And through creations hidden depths,
For truths TO know, and love2
Lost lost Is there no ray Of hope
To cheer our hearts, and save
The youth-the flower Of our fair land
From foul drunkards grave2
Must fond mothers hope be wreckedS
A fathers heart be crushedP
And stricken wife an children mourn
Where streams Of love once gushed9
o. ye who hold the tempting bait
And barter souls for gold,
win ye be blameless found when heaven
Each secret doth unfold?
And ye who rule in high estate,
Though care-worn-tempest-t tossed,
o, guard each young and precious charge
And see that none are lost
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The WORLD is GETTING BETTER.-Go
to work, my friend the world is getting
better. | have a dream that prisons will
not always be cursed with the shade of the
galows; that Ignorance will not always ex.
ist in this world that the withered hand of
want will not always be extended for char
ity; that wisdom will sit in the Legislature
that honesty will sit in the courts; that char
ity will stand in all the pulpits and the
world is progressing in education, in every
thing that will carry out the grand, the
splendid destiny OF the American people,
Colonel r. g.. IngersOH