Milford chronicle., 1905-12-08

eyes to all his friends sacrifices. Al
he did was to sit in his room and weeI
and moan and wiring his hands and cry
"Oh, Absalom, my son, my son, my poor
dead boyl Oh, Absalon, my son, my son
my poor boyw He kept this crying and
wailing up for hours and days. At last
Joab heard of the kings ingratitude.
He walked into the royal chamber and
said: My king, have you any hearth
Can you not realize the sacrifices we
have made for you? Can you not come
forth and thank us for shedding our
blood, instead Of weeping over that Ii
/ centious, unflial child who tried to
murder yOu?" And today, o man, 1
ask, cannot you stop weeping over the
lives Of some people who have been un-
true to you and open your eyes to the
sacrifices Of those who have been de-
voting themselves to your comfort and
happiness for the last ten or perhaps
twenty years?
You have lost a child. He died as
the result of his sins, and you know it.
Yet you weep and cry for that child as
though he had been to you a saint
What about the other children? What
about those lovely daughters and that
fine young son who are growing up by
your side? Are you just to them? Do
you try to make home happy for them?
Are you true to them? You have dis
solute father. oh" you keep COM
planning, IF my father were only what
he ought to bel" Well, he is not. You
cannot help that. But what about your
mother? Have you ever thanked God
that you have such a mother? Have
not her noble example and her tender
sacrifices been enough to start out a
dozen boys like you right, even though
your father has not been what he ought
to be? And yet the strange fact of life
is this: Most of our modern King Da-
vids will go on whining and groaning
and complaining about one person who
has done them a wrong and neglect to
show gratitude to the scores of noble
souls about them who are doing all in /
their power to make them happy and
blessed.
A Brave Girl.
Oh, the meanness of not trying to do |
all we can for those who are doing ey-
erything for us! Some years ago there
joined my church one of the bravest
young women ever knew. Her father
died when she was young girl. Then
the executors robbed the widowed
mother of her ali. The young girl, who
was brought up in luxury, went forth
to earn her daily bread The mother
never seemed to care or to realize what
that daughter was doing From morn
ing until night she kept up her never
ending series of complaints. She COM
planned about being left a widow; she
about loss of money; she
because she had to live
where she did and that her daughter
lad to be away all day long, But" I
aid one day, madam, you surely
hould be thankful for that girl Of
ours. A n0bler girl never knew. OF
curse you have to be alone, but think
# her down at the Office working. It
5 not very pleasant for her." "Yes,"
aid the complaining old lady, 81 sup
'ose l ought to be thankful and not
omplain, but it is my disposition, and
can't help it." All, mel How many I
us are like that dissatisfied old ladyi
low many Of us are like King David! !
We brood over our misfortunes so long
nat we not only make life miserable ;
0r ourselves, but add to the burdens I
those who are striving to make our '
YES happy and blessed. i
But King David was awakened to a
lore than a sentimental realization of s
IS blessings. General Joab gave to n
i'm a moral and spiritual galvanic b
lock, which startled his hands, his d
lrs, his eyes, as never before. He (,
ade the king leap to his feet and stop v
S fOolishness. General JOab practi- O
lily said to King David: "It is not q
lily mean and contemplate for you to Y
more the sacrifices your people have
ade for you, but it is more. This
olish crying proves to the world that
~ are unfit longer to be king. If
u do not stop it your best friends 4
III turn against you. Within a few
eeks you will have another insurrec- Y
N upon your hands, compared to
lich the late uprising will seem only
plaything. You will be hurled from
ur throne, and another will take
ur place, and that rightly, for if a
IN does not do as he ought to do the -,
rid will throw him aside, and he viii
We no one to blame but himself"
|, that was a brave act of General
alb! 1t was one of the bravest acts
his life. He was willing, if neces-
y, to sacrifice his own life in order
It his friend and king might see the
or of his ways and guard against
danger lurking at his feet. Are -
] and willing to be as true to our
ends as Joab was to his king?
An Easy Task.
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