Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1907-07-20

Or turner has ever placed on can
vas? Then this evening throw open
your window toward the west. Would
YOU see the models of an Edwin Land
seer or n Rosa BOnheur? Then look at
the living horses and dogs by your
side. II is amazing to me how man
will 20 into ecstasies over the works
Of a Moran or Bierstadt and will not
look twice at the surging sea and the
glories of the mountains.
Eyes on the Dirt.
Oh, this Is beautiful world In
which the good Lord let's his sparrows
and his human children dwell. | once
read of Il young man who was walking
along a dusty road in England. There
by chance his eye caught sight of n
golden sovereign, which in our money
is equal to about s.. Ever after that,
the story said, this young man went
through life watching the dirty, filthy
roads in order to find some more gold
At last he became miser, because he
always kept his eyes and nose turned
toward the dirt for money. Some Of
us in life are like the young man Of
the story bOok-we keep our eyes turn
ed toward the dirt. In order to make
money and find money in unexpected
places we become so sOrdid that we
cannot see the beauty of the stars ana
hills and valleys In which the birds
live nor the temporal blessings of life
with which God has surrounded us. If
God is giving to the sparrows of the
air not worth penny apiece, a beau
tiful world to live in, IS he not giving
to us as many temporal blessings, o
we of little faith?
But as | was sitting In the woods
some time ago, with my books by my
side, thinking about the small birds OF
the Bible, | heard great chattering
and scoldlng by my side. | looked
down. and there was a little bird
hopping about my camp table. She
seemed to be saying to me: What are
YOU doing here? This Is my property.
You are intruding on my maternal do
main. | must look after my children,
and you are worrying me almost to
death. | cannot stand this strain any
longer" Then this little bird flew of a
short distance and began to chatter to
her mate. This husband was solemn,
dignifed bird. He seemed to be much
older than she. Then l thought !
heard the male bird cry: "My dear, do
not worry. That man will not hurt you
nor YOUR children He Is not a hunter.
See. he has pen in his hand. That Is
no gun. Go ahead and feed the babies.
He will not trouble them" Thus he
coaxed and pleaded and at last quieted
her. 1t took long time to persuade
the fretting wife not to worry. /
thought by the way she turned her
cyes upon me she seemed to say: Illus
band. think you are wrong. That Is
the same man ! saw running about
these woods the other day with shot
gun over his shoulder. But l Will fol-
low your advice and go and look after
the children" Then saw this mother
bird fly into a small green tree by my
side. and at once | saw the nest. Then
four mouths shot up over the nest
Those little hedgelings seemed to be al
mouths, and they seemed to say
There is mother, and dinner has come
nt last" "Ah," / said to myself as
watched the anxieties Of that mother
bird. God not only gives to the little
birds beautiful world to live In, bu'
he also makes that beautiful world
glow with the tender ties of domestic
love" Has not God blessed your llf'
with the love of mother and father
| and husband and wife and chlld as h'
has blessed the love life OF a ilttie
| bird?