The Birmingham age-herald., 1905-10-01
5 OS ANGELES, CAL. September 24-
 The preacher today, taking for his

r Os ANGELES, CAL. September 24-
 The preacher today taking for his @ theme vacations end, when the mul- titudes are focking back from seashore and mountain shows us that home has its own peculiar blessings, which are never better appreciated than on return after absence The text is Ephesians ", 20, "Giving thanks always for all things unto God"
 Some people are weeping Jeremiahs.' They are always seeing ominous Visiohs and dreaming portentous dreams ana prophesying evil. Their prophecies are never like the chirps of the red-breasted robins, harbingers of the spring. They are like the autumnal frosts, forerunners of winters storms. They prophecy pains and miseries and wars and massacres and tomahawks and tortures at the stake, amid a chorus of blood curdling yells and Indian whoops. They are not like the an- cient astrologers, who used to forteH glorious career for the newborn oape from the relative position of the stars of the solar system lowering over the cradle on the night of the babes na- tivity. They never see stellar letters or gold, They only see eclipses and torna- does and absence of all light In the black pages of the night they read the histories of the troubles that are past and the forecasts of the troubles that are to come.
 These pessimists are always droning dirge They never make an inventory or 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 to nave. These modern pessimists are like the farmer who when 1t rains grumbles and says: This rain is killing my corn. corn needs sunshine" And when the sun shines then he complains that the drought is killing his hay. Grass he says needs rain, not sunshine These pessi- mists are always grumbling, always com plaining Every Monday is for them blue Monday and every Sunday blue Sunday. They grumble in the morning. They grumble at night. They grumble all the time They think they live in the poorest country, surrounded by the mean. est people, at the most unfortunate or all times. The country Is for them always rushing toward hopeless smashup. Ihey are never happy unless they are miser- able. If they ever reach heaven, unless their natures are completely changed be- fore they get there, they will complain about the architecture of the white man. sions and complain about the glare or the streets of gold and complain about the weakness of the gates of pearl and complain about the style of the celestial music. These pessmists were not born under lucky starr They were born, according to the teaching of ancient as- trology, amid the absence of all light. unless that light was the flashing light of the lightnings. These pessimists de- rive the motive of their music from the growlings of tempest and not from the notes of a sweet throated, happy night tngale.
 The Chronic Grumble..
 Paul. in the words of my text, hurls his anathema against the chronic grum- blers. He bids us look upon the bright side and not the dark side of life. We should find sweet nectar in every flower and a blessing in every moment We should be like bee gathering honey and not like a wasp thrusting sting. We should have that beautiful spirit of con tentment and thankfulness to God as had an aged octogenarian. Some one said to him, Grandpa. when Is the happest time of life?' He answered, When spring aomes and under the infuann~ of ths gen.