The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-05-22

| 1t exhaustless in its beauty and | variety and interest. Whoever does not find delight in the fields and flow | CTS and birds and skies has missed one of the first and best delights of exist ence. That is an inverted and unnat- | ton in pictures and books and parlor games and public entertainments. and l ignores the simple joys which God has provided in his great out of doors. | There are persons who will spend five dollars. and stay up half the night, in order to hear an opera who will not | get up an hour or two earlier in the morning, or spend ten cents carfare. | in order to hear the cariliing of na ture's feathered chorous amid the glor- lous scenery of any awakening day. Such persons, though, would not be voted wise by any jury. Our times are stressing the beauty and happiness of life out of doors, where God seems nearer and more beautiful than any where else.
 Dear Lord, since thou didst make the
 earth, Thous mad'st it not for grief. but
 mirth.
 Therefore will be glad, And let who will be sad. For if I lead my life with care, What profit me the buxom air. And what the sweet birds choir Or heavens azun6 fire? Lord. as 'tis thine eternal state With joy undimned to contemplate The world that hou hast wrought As mirror for thy thought, So every morning I would rise, And offer thee for sacrifice A spirit bright and clean As the wide atmosphere. ,- For. Lord. since all is we'll with thee, It cannot well be III with me-
 Anon. Consider the lilies." exhorted Christ. Emphasize the first word. Do not merely view with a passing clance, but consider carefully the deeper meanings of natures manifestations. Jesus tried diligently to open the eyes of his friends to the significance of what they saw. There is not training for helpful ness, and no pleasuns greater than the power of observation. To the person with seeing eyes all the passing show of life, and all the theatre of natures operations, becomes an exhaustless source of entertainment.
 To dig in the dirt-preferably dirt to which one holds title-with one's own hands, to plant one's own garden, is a pleasure such as the begoggAd and madly-speeding automobilist cannot understand or equal
 Flower in the crannied wall pluck you out of the crannies; hold you here, root and all, in my hand.
 Little fiower.-but if I could under
 stand.
 What you are, root and all in all, I should know what God and man is. -Tennyson.
 Natures lessons are all simple but profound. The greatest truths are the dearest. If we dwell more upon the essential principals of life, applying them at every point t6 character and conduct, we should have less need for speculation concerning truths minor ramifications. Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget me-nots of the angels" -Longtellow. Thou who hast set thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights. And set thy aItars everywhere On mountain heights. In woodland valleys dim with many a dream.
 In valleys bright with springs, And in the curving capes of every stream.
 rhous who hast taken to Thyself the wings
 Of morning. to abide
 Upon the secret places of tlse sea, And on far islands, where the tide
 Visits the beauty of untradden Waiting for worshippers to come to
 In Thy great out-of doorsi To Thee turn. to The I make my
 prayer
 God of the Open Afr!
 Henry Van Dyke
 Every enrolling bird sings. God cares" Every flower that trusts It. self to soil and sun and rain repeats "God cares" The forest oak and the hidden violet, the circling eagle or the sequestered wren, all unite in attest ing the sufficient providence of nature, whose other name is God. It isn't raining rain to me,
 It's raining daffodils; Tn every dimpled drop I see
 Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day.
 And overwhelm the town; It isn't raining rain to me
 It's raining roses down. It isn't Training rain to me.
 But fields of clover bloom. Where every bucaneering bee
 May find a be'd and room. A heRlth unto the happy! fig for him who frets; It isn't raining rain to me
 It's raining violets.
 Robert Loveman.
 Seven Sentence Sermons.
 The blessedness of life depends more upon it's interests than upon its com forts-George Mavdonald.
 Every man, whatever his specula- tive opinion. knows better than he practices, and recognizes better law than he obeys.-J. A. Froude.
 Live I, so live I. To my Lord heartily, To my Prince faithfully. To my Neighbor honestly
 Die l. go die I.