The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1881-04-21
We All Have Faults.

He who boasts of being perfect is per-
feet in his folly. have been a great
deal up and down in the world, and I
never yet saw perfect man or horse, and
/ never shall until 1 see Sundays come
together. .r.. .
You cannot get white -four out of a
coal sack, nor perfection out of human
nature; he who looks for it had better
look for sugar in the sea. The old say
ing is "Lifeless, faultless." Of dead
men we should say nothing but good;
but as for the living, they are all tarred
more or less with black brush, and
half an eye can see it. Every heart has
soft place in it, and every heart has its
black drop.
Every rose has its prickles, and every
day its night. Even the sun shows spots,
and the skies are darkened with clouds.
Nobody is so wise but he has folly enough
to stock a stall at Vanity Fair. Where
could see the FOOLS cap, / have never
theless heard the bells jingle. As there
is no sunshine without some shadows, SO
all human good is mixed up with more
or less evil; even poor law guardians
have their little failings, and parish
beadles are not wholly of heavenly
nature.
The best wine has its lees. All mems
faults are not written on their foreheads
and it is quite as well they are not, or
hats would need wide rims; yet as sure
as eggs are eggs fault of some kind nes-
ties in every mans bosom.
There's no telling when a mans faults
will show themselves, for hares pop out
of q ditch just when you are not looking
for them. A horse that is weak in the
knees may not stumble for mileor two,
but it is in him, and the rider had better
hold him up we'll. -..
The tabby cat is not tapping milk just
now, but leave the dairy door open, and
we will see if she is not as big thief as
the kitten. There's fire in the flint, cool
as it looks; wait till the steel gets knock
at it, and you will see. Everybody can
read that riddle, but it is not everybody
that will remember to keep his gunpow-
der out of the way of the candle.
Yes, and the very ones who cry the
loudest over ones faults have grossel
failings in themselves. 1t is much eas.
ier thing to point out and speak Of Q
mans faults than it is to say You are sorrJ
he has them. Together hand in hand
with faults and failings, should go sym.
pathy. Then we could say that we had
soberly reflected on these faults o.
others, and then how much the sum O
human happiness could be advanced BY
sympathy.
We get cheerfulness and vigor, W,
scarcely know how or when, from mer,
association with our fellow men, and from
the looks reflected on us of gladness ant
enjoyment. We catch inspiration ant
power to go on from human presenc,
and from cheerful looks. The woman
works with additional energy havin,
others by. The full family circle has
strength and life peculiarly its own. TIL,
substantial good and effectual relic
which men extend to another is trifing
1t is not by these, but something far les
costly that the work is done. Our Make
has insured it by much more simpl
machinery. He has given to the weak
est and the poorest, power to contribut
largely to the common stock of gladness
The childs smile and laugh are might.
powers in this world. When bereave
ment has lelt you desolate, or misfortun
bowed you to the earth, what substan
tial benefit is there which makes con
dolence acceptable? 1t can bestow o.
you nothing permanent. But warn
hand has touched yours, and its thril
told you that there is indeed livin
response there to your every emotion
On look, one human sigh, has done NOR
for you than the costliest present coul
convey.
How much better then would it be fo
us all to eschew altogether calling al
tention to each others faults, and praC
tice sympathy strictly and entirely
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