The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1895-10-11

when at last you find him In tight
place give 1t to him, Flay him alive,
No quarter. Leave not rag of reputa-
ton. Jump on him with both feet, Pay
him in his own coin--sarcasm for sar-
casm. scorn for scorn, abuse for abuse.
But. my friends, that is not the right
kind Of heart. No man ever did so mean
q thing toward us as we have done to-
ward God And if we cannot forgive
others how can we expect God to forgive
us? Thousands of men have been kept
ont of heaven by an unforgiving heart.
Here is some one who says: II will
forgive that man the wrong he did me
about that house and lot; Twill forgive
that man who overTeached mo in a bar
gain; / will forgive that man who sold
me shoddy overcoat; forgive thom-
all but one That man cannot forgive.
The yillain-I can hardly keep my
hands off him. If my going to heaven
depends ON my forgiving him, then I
will stay out Wrong feeling. If
man lie to me once l am not called to
trust him again. If man betray me
once l am not called to put confidence
in him again. But would have no rest
if could not offer a sincere prayer for
the temporal and everlasting welfare of
all men, whatever meannesses and out
rage they have inflicted upon me. If
you want to get your heart right, strike
a match and burn up all your old
grudges, and blow the ashes away. If
you forgive not men their trespasses,
neither will your heavenly father for
give You your trespasses.
An old Christian black woman was
going along the streets of New York
with basket of apples that she had for
sale. A rough sailor ran against her
and upset the basket, and stood back
expecting to hear her scold frightfully,
but she stopped down and picked up the
apples, and said, "God forgive you,
my son, as l do" The sailor saw the
peanness of what he had done, and felt
in bis pocket for his money, and insist
ed that she should take it all. Though
she was black he called her mother, and
said, Forgive me, mother, / will new
er do anything so mean again. " All!
there is power III a forgiving spirit to
overcome all hardness. There is no way
of conquering men like that of bestow
ing upon them your pardon, whether
they will accept it or not
An Expectant Heart.
Again, a right heart is an expectant
heart 1t is a poor business to be build
ing castles in the air. Enjoy what you
have now. Don't spoil your comfort in
the small house because you expect
larger one. Don't fret about your in
come when it is SO or S. per day be-
cause you expect to have after awhile
$40 per day, or SO, 900 a year because
you expect it to be 500, 900 year. But
about heavenly things, the more we
think the better. Those castles are not
in the air, but on the hills, and we have
o deed of them in our possession. l like
to see man all full of heaven. He
talks heaven. He sings heaven. He
prays heaven. He dreams heaven. Some
Of US in our sleep have had the good
place open to us. We saw the pinnacles
in the sky. We heard the click of the
hoofs of the white horses on which vic
tors rode, and the clapping of the Gym
balls of eternal triumph. And while in
our sleep we were glad that all our sor-
rows were over and burdens done with,
the throne Of God grew whittier and
whittier and whittier, till we opened our
eyes and saw that it was only the sun
of earthly morning shining on our pill
low. To have right heart you need to
be filled with this expectancy. 1t would
make your privations and annoyances
more bearable.
In the midst Of the city Of Paris
stands statue Of the good but broken
hearted Josephine. I never imagined
that marble could be smitten into such
tenderness. 1t seems not lifeless. If tho
spirit of Josephine be disentabernacled,
the soul of the empress has taken pos
session Of this figure. am not yet sat
listed that it is stone The puff of the
press on the arm seems to need but the
dressure of the finger to indent it. The
figures at the bottom of the robes, the
ruffle at the neck, the fur lining on the
dress, the embroidery Of the satin, the
cluster Of lily and leaf and rose in her
hand, the poise Of her body as she seems
to come sailing out Of the sky. her face
calm, humble, beautiful, but yet sad
attest the genius of the sculptor and the
beauty Of the heroine he celebrates
Looking up through the riffs Of the coro-
net that encircles her brow, could see
the sky beyond, the great heavens
where all woman's wrongs shall be
righted, and the story Of endurance and
resignation shall be told to all the ages
The rose and the lily in the hand of Jo-
sephine will never drop their petals
Believe not the recent ISLANDERS upon Ter
memory. The children Of God, whether
they suffer on earth in palaces Or in
novels, shall come to that glorious rest
o heaven, sweet heaven, at thy gate
we set down all our burdens and griefsi
The place will be full. Here there are
vacant chairs at the hearth and at the
table, but there are no vacant chairs in
heaven. The crowns all worn; the
thrones all mounted. Some talk of
heaven as though it were very hand
some church, where few favored spir-
its would come in and sit down ON fine
ly cushioned seats all by themselves
and sing psalms to all eternity. No, no
Il saw great multitude that no man
could number standing before the throne
He that talked with me had golden
reed to measure the city, and 1t was
1000 furlongs"-that is, 1900 miles
lin circumference. All! heaven is not
little colony at one corner of Gods
dominion, where mans entrance de-
ponds upon what kind of clothes he has
on his back and how much money he
has in his purse, but vast empire. God
grant that the light of that blessed
world may shine upon us in our last
momentl
The first time crossed the Atlautic
the roughes, time we had was 1T the
mouth of Liverpool harbor. We arrived
at nightfall and We're obliged to lie
there TIL the morning, waiting fer tho
rising of the tide, before we could go
up to the city. How the vessel pitched