Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-03-05

tended to fit us for the earnest work or
life. The thundercloud has edges ex-
quisitely purpled, but it jars the noun
tain as 1t says, 81 come down to water
the fields The flowers standing I'M
der tie fence look gay and beautiful,
but they say, 1--WE stand here to res
fresh the husbandmen at the nooning."
The brook frolics and sparkles and
foams, but it says: 81 go to baptize
the moss; l go to Stake the thirst of the
bird; | turn the wheel of the mill; in
my crystal cradle / rock muckshaw
and water lily; play, but 1 work.
Look out for the man who plays and
never works. Look out for that man
whose entire business is to play ball
or sail yacht or engage in any kind of
merriment. These things are all beau
tiful and grand in their places, but
when they become the chief work of
! life they become a mans destruction.
George Brummel was admired Of all
| England. He danced with peeresses
and went a round Of mirth and folly
until after awhile, exhausted of purse,
ruined Of reputation, blasted Of soul,
he begged a crust from a grocer, de-
cIaring as his deliberate opinion that
| he thought that dogs life was better
| than q mans.
. These mere pleasurists will come
around you while you are engaged in
your work, and they will try to take
you away. They have lost their places.
| Why not you lose your place? Then
you will be one of them. Oh, my
friends, before you go with these pleas
ure seekers, these men whose entire
e.,
ton, remember while after man has
lived a life of integrity and Christian
consecrat ton, kind to the poor and ele-
waiting to the worlds condition, when
he comes to die he has a glorious rem
iniscence lying on his death pillow, the
mere pleasurist has nothing by way CT
review but torn playful, ticket for
the race, an amply tankard or the cast
out rinds Of a carOusal. And as in
delirium of his awful death he clutches
the goblet and presses it to his lips,
the dregs falling on his tongue will be-
gin to uncoil and hiss with the adders
of an eternal poison.
Keep the Sabbath.
Again, beware of Sabbath breakers.
Tell me how young man spends his
Sabbath, and I will tell you what are
his prospects in business, and l will
tell you what are his prospects for the
eternal world. God has thrust into our
busy life a sacred day when we are to
look after our souls. Is it eXorbitant
after giving six days to the feeding
and the clothing of these perishable
bodies that God should demand one
day for the feeding and the clothing
of the immortal soul? Our bodies are
seven day clocks, and they need to be
wound up, and if they are not wound
up they run down into the grave. No
man can continuously break the Sab
bath and keep his physical and mental
health. Ask those aged men, and they
will tell you they never knew men who
continuously broke the Sabbath who
did not fail either in mind, body or
moral principle. A manufactures gave
this as his experience. He said: II
owned q factory on the Lehigh. Ev-
erything prospered. 1 kept the Sab
bath, and everything went on well.
But one Sabbath morning l bethought
myself of a new shuttle, and [ thought
I would invent that shuttle before sun
set, and I refused all food and drink
until 1 had completed that shuttle. By
shutdown l had completed it. The next
day, Monday, / showed to my work
men and friends this new shuttle. They
all congratulated me on my great sue
cess. l put that shuttle into play. l
enlarged my business; but, sir, that
Sundays work cost me $4,000. From
that day everything went wrong. l
failed in business, and 1 lost my MILL
Oh, my friends, keep the Lords day.
You may think it old fogy advice, but
1 give it to you now: Remember the
Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six
days shalt thou labor and do all thy
work, but the seventh is the Sabbath
of the Lord thy God; in it thou shalt
not do any work" A man said that
he would prove that all this was a
fallacy, and so he said, 81 shall raise n
Sunday crop" And he plowed the field
on the Sabbath, and then he put in the
seed on the Sabbath and cultivated the
ground on the Sabbath. When the
harvest was ripe, he reaped it on the
Sabbath, and lie carried it into the
NOW on the Sabbath, and then he
stood out defiant to his Christian
neighbors and said, '"There, that is my
Sunday crop, and it is all garnered."
After awhile a storm came up and a
great darkness, and the lightnings of
heaven struck the barn, and away
went his Sunday crop. Beware, young
man, of all Sabbath breakers.
Shun Dissipation.
Again, I charge you, beware of asso-
citation with the dissipated. Go with
them and you will in time adopt their
habits. Who is that man fallen against
the curbstone, covered with bruises
and haa stliOess9 Ha waS &C hrirbf q