Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-10-21

CONDUCTED BIZ
REV. ROBERT LATHAM.
DOING DIR REST.

Honestly and faithfully every day to do our
best, according to our opportunity, in whatev-
er field our work lies, is to attain to a high
standard of living. Sometimes we are doing
this, but we cannot reach the measure of some
other persons best. BY reason of infrm health
or from lack of early training, or through the
influence of hampering circumstances, our best
is very imperfect. Some one else, with less
effort than we bestow, is turning off superb
work, writing beautiful poetry, enchanting
storys and excellent essays; is painting the
loveiest pictures and moulding the most deli
cate statues, is teaching multitude where
we reach only two or three, and is, in brief
living to a far loftier purpose than ourselves.
We are very apt, in considering such con-
trast, and comparing it with our disappOint-
ing and Intellectual performances, to admit a
feeling of Encouragement. Why toll so hard
to accomplish so little? Why waste our time
and strength on what will never show? Why
not leave the worlds work to the hands that
can do it bravely, brilliantly and easily?
To this it may be answered, that were every
one to reason thus, an arrest would at once
be laid upon all progress. Nothing would ad-
vance in any line of action if the whole re-
sponsiblity were thrown upon a few. The
man who tolls among the foundations, OBJ
scurely, with small remuneration, and no hope
ally doing his share in erecting the great edi-
flee or constructing the stately cathedral as he
who paints the magnificent fresco on which
the eyes of thousands shall gaze. And if each
does his best, God will reward each alike.
Sometimes the mother in her nursery be-
comes diSheartened. The same things are to
be done over and over. The same faults are
to be corrected daily. The same little lessons
are to be taught SO many times. Then there
is that never-fnished basket of work, with the
little dresses aprons and petticoats; the stock
+ ings to he mended, and the rutfles to be hem
med. She snatches moment to peep into
the magazine which her husband has laid
temptingly near her hand, and here is spicy
article by one woman, record of breezy saun-
terings 10y another, and a graceful Illustration
by third. She meant to do such things once,
and perhaps she could still, if she ever had
any leisure. But-Johnny has run tisll-hook
into his knee, and she must essay domestic
surgery. Fannie'S doll has broken it's head,
and Fannie'S heart is we'll nigh broken too.
Mother must mend the one and comfort the
other. And the baby wakes up, and cook
wants to know if nutmeg or vanilla is to flavor
the pudding, and John is going to drive and
wants a rip seWed in his gloves; and so the
day wears on. The poems unwritten, the
songs unsung, that are lived in the sweet, ten
der ullSelllSl lives oL SelIle, lloCleiiJ "phiol,
are doubtless sweeter in the ears of the listen
ing agels than anything which finds expression
in print.
Doing OUR best, not doing another's best, is
what God requires of us. And he says, My
grace is sufficient for thee"
The present gratitude
Insures the futures good,
And for the things see,
trust the things to be
That in the paths untrod
And the long days of God,
My feet shall be led,
My heart be comforted.