Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1895-10-07

M quarter. Leave uOt d ray OF reDuta
ton. Jump on him with both feet. Pay
him in his own cOin-sarcasm for sar-
casm. scorn for scorn, abuse for abuse -
But, nv 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 now can we expect God to forgive
us? Thousands Of men have been kept
out of heaven by an unforgiving heart.
Here is some one who says: Il will
forgive that man the wrong he did me
about that house and lot; will forgive
that man who overreached me in bar
gain: I will forgive that man who sold
me a shoddy overcoat; forgive them
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 ]
will stay out 3" Wrong feeling. If a
man lie to me once I am not called to
trust him again IF a man betrav me
once [ am not called to put confidence
in him again But would have no rest
if I could not offer a sincere prayer for
the temporal and everlasting welfare OF
all men, whatever meannesses and out
] /
you want to get your heart right, strike
match and burn up all your old
grudges, and blow the ashes away. eff
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, Good forgive you
my son, as I do. :" The sailor saw the
/ meanness of what he had done, and felt
| in his 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, I viii new
! er do anything so mean again. " All!
| there is a power i'll q forgiving spirit tC
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, right heart is an expectant
L. 1 u
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 81 per day be-
cause you expect to have after awhile
| SO per day, or $40, 600 q year because
you expect it to be $50, 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
q deed of them in our possession. I like
to see q 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 pinnacIes
in the sky. We heard the click Of the
hoOfs of the white horses on which vic
tors rode, and the cIapping of the GYM
| balls Of eternal triumph. And while IL
our sleep we were glad that all our sor-
rows were over and burdens done with,
the throne of God grew winter 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 &c
be filed with this expectancy. L would
make your privatioDs and annOyaIces
more bearable.
In the midst Of the city OF Paris
stands a statue Of the good but broken
hearted Josephine. ! never imagined
that marble could be smitten into such
tenderness. It seems not lifeless. If the
spirit Of Josephine be disentabernacled,
the soul OF the empress has taken pos
/ ,oeL vet Of
isfied 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
ruff1e at tie neck, the fur lining on the
| dress, the embroidery Of the satin, the
! cluster of lily and leaf and rose i'll 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 her
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 griefsl
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