The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-07-25
Minuti@.

duce plant so tiny as to escape the eye,
but many will clothe the grandest prairie
in green and cover the largest range of
with herbage. "One swallow
does not make a summer" but thousands
tell that the icy rule of winter is broken
and the flowers will blossom in beauty and
perfume and the streams leap in gladness.
One breath goes very little toward life !;
it is the countless play flungs. One touch
of the Master hand did not make a world,
but the many moulded the universe. 1t is
the Titles of life that go to make up the
great. The giant grows in statute only by
years. The day is the combina-
tion Of almost unappreciable seconds. The
penny saved may be the foundation Of a
fortune. 1t is the fine dust that makes the
golden eagle. The dollar earned and treas
ured and judiciously invested will take
unto itself other dollars, will accumulate
even as the ball of snow, of which, when
grown to huge proportions and too cum
bersome to move, the school boy carves
elfish shapes and grim monsters, castles
and forts. The coral insect is very min
ute, and works Titles. So slowly rises its
structure that the eye would fail to mark
the increase, but at last, perhaps after hun
dreds or thousands of years from the hour
of beginning, reef breaks the bosom of
the sea, weeds float to and cling upon it,
otherwise worthless rubbish is gathered,
birds come and bring seed, grass and trees
spring up, and another island is registered
on the chart to guide the sailor, and give
shade to beast and fruit to man. A nail, a
board are little things, but many combined
give us houses, shelter US from the sun,
from storm, from cold, and add very much
to the comfort and luxury of earth. A brick
is little thing, but when gathered in num-
bers and placed by skillful hands, loi there
stand church and college and cathedral,
the temple of learning and the altars of the
living Con. And to that end, again, come
the little particles of sand, the speck of
the hair, so minute as to be disre-
garded by the little wren when building
its nest and the globule of moisture, so
very little as to leave no trace, and yet
having within it many varieties of little
lives, animalcules that In turn feed upon
other and lesser ones Little things are
ever the embryo of larger. The child
grows into the full statured man; the acorn
into a giant oak; the egg into an ostrich
or vulture, whose expanded wings momen-
tarily hide the sun. The single pulsation
of a steam engine is but vapory breath, to
be lost as the mists of the morning, but a
feeting, fleecy puff, and yet when repeated
it draws lengthy train across the cont
nent and measures the widest ocean.
The single stroke of hammer makes no
impression upon iron and steel, but con-
slant repetition forges the locomotive, the
ponderous anchor that shall hold defiant
Of the fercest storm, and the wonderful
of the printing press, that ena-
bles us to talk TO remote friends as If seat
ed by our own hearthstone, and gives to
the future the burning thought, the richness
Of eloquence and the beauty of poesy. A
single stroke upon the chisel leaves scarce
ly a mark upon marble or granite, but
countless blows change the crude to the
ideal, and massive blocks are piled one
upon the other that would seem strong
enough to laugh TO scorn the fury of the
elements and mock at decay. One little
drop of rain is unnoticed; the many cause
the flood, and the river, today dry, on the
morrow is torrent and a terror, sweeps
away bridges, undermines foundations and
hurls down the passing train to destruction
and the trusting passengers to doom. A
match is little thing, but at its touch a
prairie is turned into waves of kissing,
roaring flame, and a proud city prostrated
in dust and ashes.
The world is but combination of little
things; business the same. From the very
smallest beginnings came the palatial store
of Stewart and the ocean line of an In
man From the finding of trifiing grain
of golden dust at Suffers Fort, the worth
of California was given to the world; from
the playing of Howe, the sewing machine
from the heavsn-sent inspiration of a
Morse, the telegraph; from the stroke of a
pen, the freedom of nation of slaves;
from the stroke of another, bloody and re-
lentless battle snd suffering that shook the
world to its centre. Aye, all Of human
life is simply the gathering together of
minute particles, and wise is he who re-
members and acts upon the precept.
The ruin of many q business man, IL
traced back to the right source, would be
found in this waste ofminutie, the neglect
ing to save the Titles, Waste ever pro-
duces want; il is the natural sequence,
will never be otherwise. The trifie thrown
away today might be of the greatest ser.
vice on the morrow. A pin gone will
stop the entire machine; the trifie of a
missing spring renders the watch useless.
Littles are the jewels, the diamond and
the rubies, upon which the fine shafts and
axles run. The little drop of oil prevents
heating, burning, roughness and jar The
little deviation of a comet in its orbit
might shiver an earth to atoms and disar-
range the entire stellar system.
In the plenitude of their wisdom and
dignity and snobbishness, some men look
down upon little things, and against their
names time will write in letters never to
be effaced the qualifying epithet, ''fool."
No truly great and good man ever yet
scorned the minutie, knowing as he does
their importance to the whole, the utter
of anything ever being any
thing" without them. There is an old ad-
age that contains the very essence of the
matter in a nutshell: HE who will not
stoop to a pin will one day stoop to a
meaner thing" 1t is not very beautiful
or poetical, perhaps, but it bears upon its
face the stamp of sense and truth.
The mechanic who neglects the Titles
in his business offers n fair hid for ipsol