Norwich bulletin., 1913-08-30
THE MAN WHO TALKS

The eeea days are coming when 1t will be pleasRnt to walk in the woods and sit in the shady places and by the hreeksiae end dream. Hew paany thou sands Of years think sH have men found pleasure Tn shady places and beside running waters? The brooks were old and man cruel when the first wounded fawn came te the hr0okside te drink, Sometimes think every feet sf thls earth represents pain and
 number the generations of men who
 have preceded us. CT imagine the num- Der that are to follow. The grand
 man has net been bern. yet; but there
 can be ne doubt he Is included In the
 divine design and will have hand
 in bringing about the milleniuns Those puriing waters may have been running
 millions 0f years, and that shadow
 qf a great rock may have shielded man from the scorching rays of the sun for ten thousand years. Who knows Sit in the shady places and let your mind take long glances upon life as it has been and as 1t may be.
 It was Walt Whitman who said he could see the name of Sod written in the grass as man writes his name in the corner of his haakerehief Any person who looks and will may see the manifestations ef God in nature at a hundred points. Dull indeed is the mind that cannot witness a mira cie when there Is ne end of them In the realm of nature. If 1t had net been feF the miracle of the poppy seed the imagination of man could never have gFasped anything like Pandera's bex. Nature Is the great teacher that fills the mind of man with pictures of beauty and lessons of thrift and econ emy, and contributes to his power and his jey; nature challenges every eb- server te ask the reason why. and if he applies himself the answer will be forthcoming. Nature yields some things to idleness and stupidity, but her best gifts are for those who per sistently seek the truth. Nature writes her weather predictions in the sky, but the blind cannot read them.
 August carries with her the never failing signs of Autnmn's approach. We not only miss the morning songs of the birds, but we notice thai round Weayes her shades. The months which nature marks with freshness, force and hope have given way to the months of reaping. hushandinS and rest. The birds have lest their songs and their changed notes bespeak their long flight to distant. milder climes; and the maple leaves are telling their tales of a season nearly finished. Perhaps you have not noticed that at last the maple holds the perfect green. the tricoiored leaf in red, green and yellow, and the dull brown leave as signet of what has been, what is and what is to be-the freshness of spring, the beauty of Autumn and the russet earth garb of November. August we catch giving us Autumn days, just as late Autumn holds for us few sum- mer days to remind us of the fruitful and beautiful past.
 feu would not think all the way to Heaven is heaven when you look into the faces of a great congregation of professedly pious people and be- hold what they bespeak of life. It is easier to accept the statement Jordan is a hard road to tFavel,H Why should the soul that is conscious of divine heirship have doubts and fears and worries written all over it's face. The human face is monitor over the tongue and often gives its pretenees their true color. Joy never hides it. self behind the mask of misery, and this every heart knows-it neither can prevent the radiance of glory, We are elf-Fegistering machines and the traces of our true character cannot be kept out of our e0untenances. It is common to hear person spoken of as being good who does not look the part; and some who are spoken Of as being shady have a glow which cannot be found in the shade. We sense that the soul which realizes it is on the way to heaven must only know con- stant joy.