The Windham County reformer. (Battleboro, Vt.) 1876-1897, 1891-02-13

-[Alice Cary.
Be not simply good-be good for some
thing (Thoreau.
Dull duties a little way off may becom
Gods rainbOws to men.--[Henry Ware
Beecher.
If we do for others, It should not be with ,
hope OF reward or a selfish motive of ant
kind. 1t is only the gifts and deeds of low
able to God.-TMispah.
"God takes care Of children, fools, and ths
United States."bnt rather let us fill our chill
dren with devotion to our dear flag and teach
them to remember that God Is above all.
You will see The pools and standing water.
frozen through the winter, when the little
running streams are bounding along between
fringes OF Icy gems. Why Is this? The streams
have something else to do than stand still to
be frozen up. BE you like them. Keep your
hearts warm by feeling for others, and your
pswers active by work done in earnest.-[Dr.
Join Hall.
Salutations In the home circle, as we'll as
the manner OF receiving these, are as invari-
ably cordial and habitual with well.bred
family as they would be II guest were pres
ent, or one was entering or leaving q circle
Of new acquaiI tances. The practice of an in.
variable courtesy cutivates kindness and
produces graciousness of facial expression.
A habit of making pleasant inquiries is q
great help In establishing an ease Of manner,
| a tranquil self.forgetfulness that prevents a
timldity even when In the presence of the
most iilustrious persons. Timtdty Ia nothing
except self-remembrance, and self-remem-
| brance Is subtle and mischievous form Of
selfishness. But good manners Danish dread
OF awkwardness and self-consciousness and
make life in SOcjpfV liz q q that cinus Il,
the memory and cannot be forgotten.
Let US bow our souls and say, "Behold the
bandmaid of the Lord" Let us lift up our
hearts and ash, "Lord, what wouldst Thou
have me to dor" Then light from the opened
heaven shall stream on our daily task. reveal
ing grains of gold. where yesterday all
seemed dust; hand shall Sustain us and orr
daily burden, SO that, smiling at yesterdays
fears. we shall say, This is easy, this is
light u every ''lion in the way, ;" as we come
up to it, shall be seen chained, and leave open
the gates of the Palace Beautiful; and to us,
even to us, feeble and fiuctuating as we ere.
ministries shall be assigned. and through our
hands blessings shall be conveyed In which
the spirits Of just men made perfect might
drlight -[Elizabe,h Charles.
The Path of Life! At first it seems dull
and uninviting road-stony, dusty, straight
and nrim. But set your feet In 1t, walk on
surprised ana delighted to find how 1t i'm.
proves as you progress. The formal palings
give way to hedges of hawthorn, fragrant
and refreshing, the home of all kinds of sing.
Ing birds. A little strip OF soft turf, widen
ing ever. rune along the hedgerow bank ON
and vioets; and see, a little tunnel Of pure
Oh. It is iove'y road When you have walked
in Il mile or two. None ever chose that
road and arepented Of his choice. 1t Is the
path Of sweet se!f-deniai, oblesself,conquest,
Of gentleness, meekness, temperance. 1t Is
the path that the Master trOd. His footprints
still dint Its sod. Pray that little victories
over self won at home, at work. at school, at
play-won, more than all, on your Knees AZ
ness. thoughtfulness. performed through
quiet days, may earlv set your feet upon that
path that brightens ever, wins more green.
ness. catches more sunshine: as It nears the
King -[Frederick Langbridge.
Many are the forms in which man has
sought revelation of the great fact without
him: for he could grasp It only as expressed,
revealed. Unuer the dome of st. Pauls, we
are awed by the feeling of vastness. OF space
1T is the infinite made finite; under the cam
opy of heaven the sense Is lost In infnitude.
And temporary, fading and passing as are
Is one form Of immemorial age, the truest of
all-the personal. For seeking sympathy of
the universe face to face, has not man bitter
ly upbraded the changeiess stars for shining
coldly down upon bis tragedies of passion?
What language, In moments OF unsearchable
agonv, can be grasp but the human. the per-
sonal? How can creation thrill him with
sympathy and inspire him with strength. but
as man OF sorrows and acquainted with
grief? For most of us Christ is the expires.
sion OF God, lie. the eternal fact within and
without us; In time Of peril, of failing, and
- fo1c ho nm hot anuh ne |
to transcend weakness Is the feeling Of the
of the two eternal facts through
Christi Humboldt Library of Industrial
Revolution.
1t is vain to cbafe at mystery-it Is as APP
porpriate to consciousness as clearness to the
intellect. We are very near the fOunt of all
things VIXEN we feel that there Is a mystery.
Often standing by the sea lulled by the mo-
notonous roar of waves have we been thrilled
with the sudden sense OF revelation In mys-
terry; or moving swiftly through crowded
streets, startled awe-stricken, and henceforth
live forever conscious of the mystery In the
human faces. So In the old days that were
before us, ofttimes has the secret of things
been unveiled to poets or prophets In flash
Of consciousness that might not be translated
into thoughts. But whence. flashed the reve.
ation! lmmemorially has there been linked
with the consciousness Of the mot ourselves
The sense of right and wrong. IL we abstract
he two things and keep them lapart, We ask
In wonder what can be the connection be.
tween the sense OF right and wrong, and the
perception Of wind and cloud, mountain.
river and surshine. And yet In all ages they
have been bound together in religion. whis-
pering the spiritual communion Of all things;
4 communion, says Bacon, that links the
smile upon the human face with the ripping
Of waters: which we feel in outer things, in
he sweet identifying Of the wind ranged
clouds of heaven, and the wave worn
wrinkles on the sand, the moving of the
breeze among the pines, and the falling of
breakers upon the beach. Are there not mo-
ments when we stand before what lies with
out us, as ON rising ground. the eye diated.
arms outstretched, our ears tingling with ex-
pectancy of coming sound. as of The heart of
The wide world beating like our own. In
hose seconds we seem one with the .'our
selves" we live. and 1t too lives within us;
md only In hailng 1t as being like ourselves
IAN we chant our oneness with II. 1t is
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