The Birmingham age-herald., 1905-01-15

and your children They find fault with the arrangements of your homes. They find fault with you'd dressmakers. and they try to steal your cooks They find fault with everything, yeS they stay on. They are respectable thieves of your time, who cannot be landed in jail, but they are a bigger nuisance to you than if they stole the meat out of your ice chest or the bread and cake from your cupboards. Ah these destroyers of timel How many precious moments, which in the aggregate have amounted to precious days of work, have been lost for us in the journey of life with it's vital oppor- tunities, through their unwelcome Visitsl Well wrote Oliver Wendell Holmes in reference to such as these:
 Shun such as lounge through afternoons
 and eyes
 And on thy dial write, Beware of thieves"
 Feon of minutes. never taught to feel The worth of treasures which thy fingers
 steal;
 Pick my left pocket of it's silver dime,
 But spare the right-it holds my golden
 time.
 God says: Work, work, work Work, 1 for the night cometh when no man can york; That means we must fight against those who would waste our
  own slothful natures, and of all warn ings for busy men l think this one of the most important. Where there is one busy man who would voluntarily waste his time there are ten lazy fellows who are ready to waste 1t for him. Look out that these despsed 'nomads" may not ruin any more of your days of useful ness.
 In heather mythology there lived a | Ua1 by ha m pf Rallur His D10thar. Frigga, wanted to make him immortal. l She demanded from the stones, the trees. l from fire and water and all metals and reptiles and birds and poisons, an oath that they never would kill him. These all gave a willing oath Then the gods, believing that Baldur was immortal. be- gan to strike him with swords, spears, battleaxes and darts, but they harmed him not At last one of the gods picked up a piece of mistletoe. He threw 1t at | Baldur. The little twig pierced the skin 1 and the heart and Baldur dropped a corpse Many of these visits of the 'destroyers of time" may seem to be harmless. But are they? Like the de- 1 spised mistletoe of heather mythology, they may be fatal for whole days, whole months and years. that should have been used In service of the Master. Time Belongs to God. Would God we might one and all fight relentlessly against these 'destroyers of time." You cannot afford to give away what is not your own. Your time be- longs not to you, but to another. "Go with me to a concert this afternoon" said one salesman to another who was employed in large warehouse. 'l can not go this afternoon" was the answer. My time is not my own; 1t belongs to | another.' "To whom|' "To my em- ployer." The following Sabbath after noon the same salesman said to the same clerk. Come and go riding with me this afternoon" q cannot" said the other. My time is not my own; 1t belongs to another "To whom ?' ''To God, who said, Remember the Sab- bath day to keep 1t holy. Will you and I waste our precious moments here after? Shall we not always feel that in reality time does not belong to us? II belongs, in the higher nobler and purer sense to them whom we are sent to