Norwich bulletin., 1911-07-22
THE MAN WHO TALKS

l in this world. It is race against race, organization against organization and man against man. When it is brought down to this simple form it is popu- iariy recognized and known as slander the output of an evil tongue. It is so common one might mistake it for virtue instead of vileness In the mass it is called .asSaulting the en- emy''; and as general thing it helps to upbuild the very thing it was in tended to tear down and destroy. If man did not enjoy the excitement of it, it would not be able to exist There is nothing ennobling about it: and it is far from being accepted argument Truth is the child of time who over throws caIumny whether it is uttered by the press. the pulpit, or from any other point of vantage. It becomes every one to speak well of the living as well as of the dead. It is not faults but virtues which well impress
 the human mind. When charity was associated with faith ard hope it was put last: but declared to be the great est of the three; and yet, the world
 Overlooks it as if it had the merits of
 neither.
 The goIdfinches cannot wait for the
 sunflowers 70 ripen their seed: and
 they are familiar enough with the way
 of the plant to sense that they need
 not. These birds will select a bloom
 well advanced in seeding and then pull
 out the outside petals and get at the
 ripened seed on the outer row, where
 the seed natures a week or ten days
 before it does in the center of the
 flower. They show as much intelli
 gence at this work as the honey bee
 does in stealing the honey from a.
 moth-flower, like the deep, close
 throated petunia. which he cannot en-
 ter far enough to reach the nectar
 with his tube. so he will cut a hole in
 the flower close to the honey-pot, and
 nalve1y reach in and extract the honey
 like a sneak thief reaching for valua-
 bles through broken window, leav-
 ing the faithful moth who fertilizes
 the seeds to do his work as he enters
 the mouth of the flower without get
 ting his usual toll. The game of life
 in every backyard is skilfully played
 by creatures who are competing for
 sustelance. It is not unusual to find
 them tricking one another with a clev
 erness approaching the human quality. The woman who sings There is Sunshine in My Soul Today" is sing ; ing by the book. and speaking for all
 the rest of us. The sun in the heav ems is the visible miracle worker and il is not surprising that a part of man
 kind bow down to it and worship it as God. The sun is the source of life and
 light; and of power which seems
 divine. The sun keeps the earth in
 it's perpetual round, the water upon the earth in constant clrculation; every thing that grows in it's season a-going;
 and many useful things which are stored away in the earth. It is sun shine which affords us material for
 our homes, all the things we eat and
 wear, the wood and coal we use to
 keep warm and prepare food with, and
 the nerve force which keeps the very
 blood circulating in our veins. It is
 the sunshine that makes the steam ship, battleShip, aeroplane and other
 things possible. stored in coal and pe- troleum. It is the sunshine that ere
 ates the simple beauty of the flower
 and the majestic beauty of the noun
 tain ranges, and of the sunrise and sunset Sunshine is the source of pow CT and beauty, and all things else. Why should all not sing, There Is Sunshine in My Soul Today when we
 have constantly before us such a visi-
 ble and beneficent symbol of cur Heavenly Fathers daily care and con tinual support.
 It is only those who love nature with a true love who become aware of her companionships, or who come to realize the spirit of comradeShip that is abroad in the fields and skies. A knowledge of natural objects soon impresses man with his kinship to the
 bee and butterfly. and to every living
 thing upon the earth, in the waters
 under the earth, and in the atmosphere
 which encompasses it. He becomes
 conscious of the inter-relationship of
 all things. and holds in disesteem no
 thing God has made. The birds, in-
 sects, flowers and trees become old ac-
 quaintances to him when he has be-
 come familiar with some of their pe-
 culiarities and can call each one by
 name or readily find it in it's own
 abode The heavens hN d9V and
 night have fellowship for the man who
 behOldS in their beneficial service and
 shifting beauty the glory of God. Man
 was endowed with mind that divine
 mind might pour into it the conscious ness of beauty and power which is it's inheritance and it's ennoblement; and
 man does not awake as he should to his privileges and true enjoyment, but sleeps away the time and loses the joy and inspiration which the con- stant manifestations of divine wisdom and power are sure to excite.
 Perhaps you do not know that the butterflies were the first botanists, and that some of them are unerring in their judgment of plants. There is Papilio Philenor, who cannot get along withou. the Dutchman's pipe. because upon it Mrs Philenor lays her eggs and the pipe supports her young. The Philenors are never bold about their visits, and I had not noticed them calling for a year or two. Just after the Fourth I thought it might be well to interview the Dutchman's pipe and see if the Philenors were calling or sighting the plant. I sat in silence there d while locking through the foliage when I dis covered a fat Philenor child attired in dark brown and spotted bright red, fast asleep upon a big leaf. although It was not p. m., and I realized then their old relations were being main tained and the Dutchman's pipe was helping the young Philenors to be- come well dressed, respectable butter flies; and that after lingering near through the winter they would leave their young with it, and then fly away.
 How the butterflies and plants became so intimately acquainted no scientist has yet been able to tell.
 The most efficient man is the man with the idea, not the man who with tools constructs things. The world calls the man of mindforms a dream CT and he who puts them into solid material a practical man. It strikes me that they are both practical m en. for it takes as much practice to sec a new machine, or a new mansion, or a new town, in the mind and to make ali interpretable draught of it upon paper as it does to shape material to the measure and lines that the man of mind produces for the man who is said to do things. I once went over court house of granite with a cupalo 156 feet from the ground, and all the fittings and the furniture of the various court tr.<-<1 ll<~