The Penn's Grove record., 1911-02-10

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tkacught preoedes the evil word,
and the command is. therefore prac-
tically equivalent to think evil Of
no man"
Think good thoughts. Cast out all
others. Thus we may show In a vital
way our fealty to our Lord and u
gratitude for his goodness.
There is nothing more offensive to
a right mind than a complaining per-
son. OF course, every one can find
plenty to complain about. Who has
not known people with apparently
everything around them to produce
happiness, yet determined to mourn
for trifles which they have not?
Thus a beautiful young wife was
greeted by a friend one morning, and
answered In a melancholy way, which
led the friend to say: you speak
sadly. l hope your husband is well?"
Eyes, very we'll" And those two
lovely c%hildren?" Yes, they were well,
too" The unhappy lady's household
was reported to be moving smoothly.
At last she burst out: II know ! have
a delightful home, a devoted husband,
bright, healthy children, many friends
but, oh, my dressmaker is such a
trial She makes me perfectly
wretched!"
Unaratefui Worrying.
One day a wealthy woman, whose
clouded brow showed that she was
deeply worried, conided to a friend
that she was SO miserable that she
had lain awake all night because
come rugs which she had recently
bought did not match the carpet on
which they were to lie!
Both of these ungrateful women
we're nominally Christians, and yet
they seemed to have entirely over
looked the primary duty Of unceaaing
gratitude to God. It's proper fruit is
contentment, that beautiful virtue Of
which the old poet so eloquently
wrote:
Art thou poor. yet hast thou golden slum-
bers?
oh, sweet contentl
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind ~perplexed?
Oh, punishment! :
Then he who patiently life's burden bears,
No burden bears, but Is q king, a king.
Oh, sweet, oh. sweet content.
Beautiful examples are often given
of the way in which the divine spark
of gratitude Is sometimes kept alive
in human hearts. The Rev. T. w.
Booth tells this story:
A stranger was seen one day ap-
preaching a neglected grave in Nash
vile, Tenn. He had a flower in his
hand, which he laid upon the grave.
The warden stepped to his side and
asked If his brother or father were
buried there.
The Great Sacrifice.
NO." said the stranger, che was
not a relative. / will tell you about
him. When the war broke out / could
not enlist, though l wanted to. 1 had
a wife and seven children and we
were poor. At last l was drafted. I
had no money to hire a substitute, so
TNnade ready to go, leaving my family
to get along as best they could. Just
then a young man came to me and
said: You have a large family. Your
wife cannot possibly feed and clothe
them. I will go in your place.
HE went, was wounded at Chicka-
manga, taken to the hospital at Nash
vile, and here he died. Ever since
that day l have wanted to come and
see his grave, but was not able to
pay the car fare. At last I have saved
up enough for that, and / have come
from Illinois to see my dear friends
grave"
Tears streamed down the mans
cheeks as he stopped and set a little
slab beside the mound. on which were
cut the words: HE died for me-"
II man to man could be so touch
ingly and unsellshly grateful, what
should we not do for him who crown
eth US daily with benefits, and gave
bis life for us-Christian Herald.