Connecticut western news., 1910-10-06
MY NEIGHBOR AND l.

Every mason in the quarry every builder
 on the shore,
 Every workman in the forest, every boat
 man at the oar,
 Hewing wood and drawing water, split
 ting stone and clearing sod
 All the dusky ranks of labor ill the regi-
 ment of God,
 March together toward his temple, do
 the task his hands prepare
 Honest toll is holy service, faithful work
 is praise and prayer.
 We are all striving on the highway of life for certain destined ends. Some seek one means of attainment and some another. but in the long run all hearts are set upon one purpose, all hands di- rooted toward one end, the preservation of self and the amclioratIon of whatever may be the conditions surrounding us that we do not like. Our. success in our varied avocations is commensurate with the knowledge wisdom and power with which we labor and the intelligence which guides and directs our energies.
 You notice in the progress of life that people do whole lot of talking about their neighbor's sins and frailities. Do these people ever take a look at them selves? Picking flaws in one's neighbor isn't going to get you into heaven. my friend Looking for dirt on your neigh bor's doorsteps, while the weeds grow in your front yard, doesn't make much of l.. AL~ D,,11 q naoAsY,x
 The neighbors tell about a whole lot of things you have done that are n just on the square. You used to let your lawn sprinkler run long after the lawful hour in many past summer when water was scarce, and the assessors think you Judged when you gave ill your property list You slipped away when a subscrip- tion paper was being passed and raised the rent on poor widow. You can't ex- plain these things by pointing out the sins of your neighbor. Your neighbor really has better show for the golden harp than you. The thing for you to do is to get acquainted with yourself. You will be surprised at what an old crook you are. Get right with yourself and your neighbors will take care of them selves. Anyway, if they don't it wont cost you your passport to heaven.
 It is the easiest thing in the world to see the faults that exist in another's life or methods of work. We are much like that fellow in holy writ referred to as seeing the mote that was in his brothers s eye, but couldn't see the beam In his own eye. There are whole lot of people carrying cord of wood in their own eyes, yet they don't seem to know it i; but let their neighbor make misstep or stumble, it doesn't take them long to see it. t.#
 This old world would be much the better if people had more charity for each others faults. There are so many of us that are stuck up by pride that we can't see the good that lies in others. We are seeking for gold mines, while diamond fields lie at our very feet and we are walking over them and don't realize it, until by and by, some more dilligent miner comes along and stakes out the very claim we have passed over as worthless, and from that despised soil brings forth gems that shine with lus- trous beauty, as soon as they have passed the hands of the lapidary. .-.s.-
 If men and women would remember that they pass through this earthly life but once, at least in their present form, and identity, and in the conviction of that thought would cultivate more of the milk of human kindness, the world would be the better for thsir having lived in it, and, instead of heavy bronze and polished marble, the monuments that commemor- atsd their passage would be the hearts made glad by their kindly words and the lives blessed by their noble deeds.
 The rough marble stands before you. You are the artist the sculptor, who must shape the form. You may make it what you will. an angelic presence or a satanic snare The result is according to the skill which guides your hand and she purpose that fills your heart.