Year: 1874

never Qlu see eltler perlecI DOTse VI
perfect man, and never shall till two
Sundays come together. You cannot


get white -four out of a coal sack, nor


perfection out of human nature he


who looks for it had better look for su-


gar in the sea. The old saying is,


'.Lifeless, faultless :" of dead men We
should say nothing but good, but as for
the living, they are all tarred more or
less with the black brush, and half an
eve can see it. Every head has a soft
place in it, and every heart has its black
drop. Every rose has its prickles, and
every day its night Even the sun
shows spots, and the skies are darkened


with clouds. Nobody is so wise, but


he has folly enough to stock stall at


Vanity Fair Where | could not see
the fools cap, l have nevertheless heard
the bells jingle. AS there is no sun.
shine without some shadows. so is all
human good mixed up with more or
less of evil even poor-law guardians
have their little failings, and parish bea-
dies are not wholly of heavenly nature,
The best wine has its lees All mems
faults are not written on their fOreheads
and it's quite as well they are not, or
hats would need very wide brims yet
as sure as eggs are eggs, faults Of some
sort nestle in every mans bosom.
There's no telling when a mans sins
may show themselves, for hares pop out
of the ditch just when you are not look
inc for them. A horse that is weak in
the legs may not stumble for a mile or
two, but it is in him, and the rider had
better hold him up well. The tabby
cat is not tapping milk just now, but
leave the dairy door open, and we will
see if she is not as bad thief as the
kitten. There's fire in the flint, cool as
it looks wait till the steel gets knock
at it, and you will see. Everybody can
read that riddle, but it is not everybody
that will remember to keep his gun
powder out of the way of the candle.


five would always recOllect that we
live among men who are imperfect, we
should not be in such fever when we
find out our friends tailings; what's
rotten will rend, and cracked pots will
leak. Blessed is he who expects moth
ing of poor flesh and blood, for he shall
never be disappointed. The best OF
men are men at the best, and the best
wax will melt.


II is good horse that never stumbles,


And good wife that never grumbIes.


But surely such horses and wives are
often found in the fools paradise, where
grow on trees. In this wick
ed world the straightest timber has
knots in it, and the cleanest field of wheat
has its share of weeds. The most care
full driver one day upsets the cart, the
cleverest cook spills little broth, and,
as l know to my sorrow, very decent
plowman will now and then break the
plow, and often make crooked furrow.
1t is foolish to turn off tried friend be-
cause of failing or two for you may
get rid of one eyed nag and buy
Blind one Being all of us full of faults,
we ought to keep two bears, and learn
to bear aud forbear with one another
since we all live in glass houses, we
should none of us throw stones. Eve
rybody laughs when the saucepan says
to the kettle, "How black you are J
Other mems imperfections show US our
imperfections, for one sheep is much
like another and if there's an apple in
my neighbor's eye, there is no doubt one
in mine. We ought to use our neigh
bors as looking glasses to see our faults
in. and mend in ourselves what we see
in them.


/ have no patience with those who
poke their noses into every mans house
to smell out his faults, and put on mag
nitying glasses to discover their neigh
bors flaws such folks had better look
at home-they might see the devil where
they little expected. What we wish to
see we shall see or think We see. Faults
are always thick where love is thin. A
white COW is always black if your eye
chooses to make it so. If we sniff long
enough at roee water, We shall find out
that It has bad smell. 1t would be a
far more pleasant business, at least tor
other people, if fault-hunters would turn
their dogs to hunt out the good points
in other folks; the game would pay bet
ter, and nobody would stand with
pitchfork to keep the huntsman of his
farm. AS for our own faults, it would
take large slate to hold the account OF
them hut, thank God, we know where
to take them, and how to get the better
of them. With all our faults, God loves
us still if we are trusting in his Son
therefore let us not be down-hearted,
but hope to live and learn, and do some
good service before we die. Though
the cart creaks it will go home with its
load. and the old horse, broken kneed
as he is, will do sight of work yet.
There is no use in lying down and do
ing nothing, because We cannot do eve
rything as we should like. Faults or
no faults, blowing must be done, and
imperfect people must do it, too, or
there will be no harvest next year; bad
plowman as John may be, the angels
wont do his work for him, and SO he is
off to do it himself.