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Content With Little

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Parent Issue
Day
4
Month
September
Year
1874
Copyright
Public Domain
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The other day we sat by a beautiful ake bidden away in the lieart of Burounding hills oonversing with a gentleman familiar with foreign lands, and esecially with the picturesque scenery of ingland and Seotland. " This is as beau;if ui as Windennere," be said, " and yet 'bw tomista visit the borders of this lake. 'he English make the most of their soenry. That cataraot of Lodore, near Keswick, for iastance, conceruing whioh outhey wrote, is no larger than one of ur mili streams, and in dry weather lere is no cataract at all. One cannot lave a Niágara every day, and I think ie English are wise in appreciating to ie utmost the romantic scenery of the ittle island." Is there not in this a leson tor us all ? Few of us but have a bit f woods, a green field, a patoh of blue cy, a running stream of water or a still ake that we may uot magnify and dweil pon until communion with these various orms of nature gives calmness and reoae and peace to omr lives. Olsanders ind cape jessamines are gorgeous and jeautiful and fragrant, but so aro wild oses and apple blossoms and blue violets. One sweet blooming rose on the window eat may fill the house and the heart with suggestions of Eden, if that heart is in tune ; all tropical luxuriance is thrown away on him who has no eye to see, no heart to feel its beauty. We grasp after so much - woalth, learning, fame, travel - thinking by and by, when tho point is reached, that elevation is attained, the life-long aspiration is realized, we shall be happy ; but genuino happinoss comes soonest to those who gift from the passing days every element of enjoyment and are chronically and resolutely thankful for what they have. "Let a man counthiinself worthy of hanging," says Carlyle, " and everything except the rope will be received with gratitude." "We count ourselves as entitled to ao much prosperity or good fortune that too often we overlook the diamonds and sapphires that sparkle in the dust at our feet. Every fair morning the sun rises in glory and sets at eventide in splendor. Do we enjoy it ? The apples are swelling and reddening in the orchard, the forest is orowued with Summer foliage, the clouds assume innumerable fantastic shapes, and all Nature rejoices in the vivifying beams of the sun or reposes at night beneath the glowing stars - how inany of us open our hearts to all these influences and let them work upon us their legitimate results ? It was this that made Wordsworth a classic. One sorrow dwelt upon may barken all our lives; even so a single joy inay be made to expand and grow and increase till it shall brighten all the soul and cast its radiance on an ever enlarging circumference. This way of taking iife will not quench our admiratious or retard our pursuit of knowledge or mako the shining temple of our hapes in the far-disI tant horizon less alluring ; it will rather sraooth our pathway, make us unconscious of a tbousand ills that would otherwisu torment ua, and keep us from wasting in worry and dissatisfaction the strength we need to conquer fate. If the time Bquandered in vain regrets and sorrow over the past, in unreasoning apprehensions concerningthe future, and in the indulgence of diasatisfaction with the present - if all the time thus worse than wasled were diligently employed in gathering, likethe bee, honey from every opening flower around us, thistles and brambles and even night-shade and cypress would add to our storos no less than roses and carnations. We often fancy that brows radiant with crowns of earthly glory belong to those who have naught to do but enjoy. How often when those crowns are closely eanned are they found to be composed of thorns. Indeed the crowns of glory in tuis world are crowns of thorns. The struggle against poverty, obscurity, adversity, accepted and rejoiced in, has made many a man a hero. Content with the little for the time, making the most of present opportunity, extracting from every opposing circuinstance the nutrimunt of virtue and the wine of joy, rejoicing even in tribulation, he both wins and conquers peace. Contentment rarely comes of itself. A few happy temperaments enjoy life no matter from what quarter the wind blows ; but the majori ty of those who are uniformly cheerful in dÍ8position and happy in their surroundings exercise persistently the virtues of life or draw from religión the peace that passeth understanding. Not even godliness is gain without content, counting only this world. A merry heart doeth good like medicine. There is nothing better for a man than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labor. This also I saw,

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Old News
Michigan Argus