Milford chronicle., 1905-09-29
CalnnaQe
Sermon
By Rev.
Frank De Witt Talmase. DID.

Hooking back from seashOre and noun
tain, shows US that home has its owl
peculiar blessings, which are neye
better appreciated than on return after
absence. The text is Ephesians v. 30
Giving thanks always for all things
unto Cod"
Some people are weeping Jere-
miahs.' They are always seeing ON
iuous visions and dreaming portentous
dreams and prophesyng evil Their
prophecies are never like the chirps
OF the red breasted robins. harbingers
of the spring They are like the au-
tumnal fros1s forcrunners Of winters
storms. They pr3Iesy pains and mis-
cries and wars and massacrcs and
tomahawks and t1ctures at the stake,
amid q chorus of blood curdling yells
and Indian who,ps They are not like
the ancient ast.J.9gers, who used to
f0ietell a glorious career for the now
born babe from the relative position
of the stars Of The solar system hoy
ering over the o.Jdle on the night Of
the babes nativity They never see
stellar letters OF gold. They only see
eelipses and toru1d0es and absence Of
all light In the black pages of the
might they read the histories Of the
troubles that are past and the forecasts |
of the troubles that are to come.
These pessimists are always dronlng /
a dirge. They never make an invcn- /
tory Of their blessings. They are never
happy for what they have. They are
always dwelling on the things which
they have not and which they would
like 10 have These modern pessimists
are Ike the farmer who when it rains
Grumbles ANA says: This rain is kill
ing my corn Corn needs sunshine"
And when the sun shines then he COM
plains that the drought is killing his
hay. Grass" he says. needs rain.
not sunshine These pessimists are
always grGmbling, always complain
ing. Every Monday is for them a blue
Monday and every Sunday a blue sun t
day They grumble in the morning.
They SrumLle at night They grumble
all the time. They think they live in
the poorest country. surrounded by the
meanest people, at the most unfortu- 1
nate of all times. The country is for q
them always rushing toward hopeless Il
smashup. They are never happy un- &
less they are miserable. If they ever II
reach heaven, unless their natures are r.
changed before they get n
there, they will complain about the Fl
Of the white mansions and q
about the glare Of the streets n
0l gold and complain about the weak fl
ness OF the gates of pearl and complain ri
about the style Of the celestial music. n
These pessimists were not born under W
n lucky star" They were born, ac- :,
'ording to the teaching of ancient as h,
rology, amid the absence of all light, II,
mlesS that light was the flashing light h,
If the lighnngs. These pessimists de- II
i've the motive Of their music from the in
Towlings Of tempest and not from 81
he notes Of a sweet throated, happy nj
nightingale o.,
The Chronic GrumbIer. w
Paul, in the words of my text, hurls 70
us anathema against the chronic tn
rumblers. He bids us look upon the W
right side and not the dark side Of Of
fe. We should find a sweet nectar tn
every flower ana blessing in every d,
loment We should be like a bee be
honey and not like a wasp tn
trusting sting We should have w
ant beautiful spirit of contentment to
nj thankfulness to God as had an co
sad octogenarian. Some one said to tn
I'm, Grandpa, when is the happiest of
lie Of life:" He answered: when
ring comes and under the influence We
the gentle warmth Of the atmos- trl
iere the buds commence to turn into ma
jWers l think to myself, oh, what a Of
saut.ful season is spring" Then, tm
hen summer comes and covers the fol-
ees with thick foliage, when the birds fri
e so happy in singing their pretty lie
Dgs 1 say to myself, oh, summer is tina
hne thingn Then when autumn me
mes aud / see the same trees loaded the
.h the most tempting fruits, l cry for
o.. Oh, how magnificent is autumn" WI
I'd finally. when the rude, hard win an'
= makes its appearance and there tan
g neither leaves nor fruits on the SUI
aes, then through their naked branches sui
0ok upward and perceive better than Owl
could ever do before the stars that
ter in the sky" Aye, like the aged
rstian and like Paul Of my text, v
id all things we should learn to give city
INKS unto God. the
live thanks unto God for all things stol
5, we ought to be ready to do that. pla,
t In order to bring our spiritual les din
! a little nearer home let us make the
inventory of some of the blessings our
ich naturally have come to those Of and
who have just returned home from The
summer vacations. Many of us hea
ing the past summer have been Wit
ly to the mountains or down to the hea
shore. seeking rest and physical only
mental strength and recreation. sen
are now back to the old treadmills que
city life. Some of Us when board @W
the train for home did so with a chill
!. well" we said, fun is over for ereC
year Now for another twelve In t
iths Of hard grind" We sighed toda
s. as though all the pleasures Of ton