Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-09-04

you get to Boston in safety. Then you
return home. Not an accident, not an
alarm. No thanks.
In other words, you seem to be more
grateful wllen 80 people lose their lives
and you get I tlan you are grateful I'd
God when yoa al get off and you have
no alarm at all. Now, you ought to be
thankful Wien yol escape from accident,
but more thu kful When they all escape.
In the one c,,so your gratitude is some.
what selfish: IN the other it is more like
what it ought ID be.
Oh, these common mercies, these
common blessings, how little we appreI
ciate them and how soon we forget
them! Like the OK grazing, with the
clover up to its eyes, like the bird pick
ing the worm cut of the furrow-nevei
thinking to .2nl1 God, who makes the
grass grow and who gives life to every
living thine from the animalcule in the
sod to tho cer2ph on the throne. Thanks;
giving on t.3 @1tl of November, in the
autumn CT the year, but blessings houi
by hour and day by day and no thanks
at all.
compared our indifference to the
brute, but 2rhaps l wronged the brute.
do not l1i4-v but that among its other
instinctsi0l..-;v have an instinct by which
it recogl.iz-.; t., divine hand that feeds
it. | do LIZ llow but that God il
through it lclding communication with
what we c. irrational creation" The
COW that = $ under the willow by the
water cou-z chewing its cud looks very
no fol HOY a
bird means " it's song? The aroma OF
the flowers smells like incense, and the
mist arising from the river looks like the
smoke Of > !..srning sacrifice. Oh, that
we were IS c=ponsive!
IF you W. thirsty and asked me for q
drink ana ave you this glass of water,
your common instinct would reply,
''Thank yen" And yet, how many
chalices C mercy we get hour by hour
from the Laad Of the Lord, our Fathet
and our Ilin5 and we do not even think
to say, '.Thanlz you." More just to men
than we are just to God.
IEoEATITUDE.
Who thinks CT thanking God for the
water gushing up iii the well, foamina
in the casca q, laughing over the rocks,
pattering in The shower, clapping its
hands IN the sea? Who thinks to thank
God for that? Who thinks to thank
God for the air, the fountain of life, the
bridge Of sunbeams, the path of sound,
the great fan on hot summer dayi
Who thinks to thank God for this won
derful physical organism, this sweep OF
vision, this chime of harmony struck
into the ear, this crimson tide rolling
through arteries and veins, this drum
ming of the heart on the march of inn.
mortality?
convict myself, and convict every
one of you while [ say these things, that
we are unappreciative of the common
mercies Of life. And yet if they wera
withdrawn, the heavens would withhold
their rain, and the earth would cracB
open under our feet, and famine and
desolation and sickness and woe would
stalk across the earth, and the whole
earth would become place of skulls.
Oh, my friends, let us wake up to an
appreciatio.t OF the common mercies Of
life. Let every day be Sabbath, every
meal o sacrament, every room q holy OF
holes. We ali have burdens to bear; let
us cheerfully bear them. We all have
battles to fight; let us courageously fight
them.
If we want to die right, we must live
right. You go home and attend to your
little sphere Cf duties. will go homo
and attend M little sphere of duties
You can lot 60 my work; cannot do
your worE, Negligence and Incidence
will win tlc A;ss OF everlasting scorn,
while Il. :l,css VII gather its gar
lands az " Ye its sccpter and sit upon
its thro4o i yf5er tAo world las put
on ashes .al. c>ernal ages have begun
their na,.5a.