Life and labors of Charles HSpurgeon: the faithful preacher, the devoted pastor, the noble philanthropist, the beloved college president, and the voluminous writer, author, etc., etc. . et us pray for the angry person; for aman in a thorough passion is as sad a sight as to see a neighborshouse on fire, and no water handy to put out the flames. Let us wish the fellow on the runaway horse a soft ditch totumble in, and sense enough never to get on the creatures backagain. EVERY BIRD LIKES ITS OWN NEST. It pleases me to see how fond the birds are of their little doubt each one thinks his
Life and labors of Charles HSpurgeon: the faithful preacher, the devoted pastor, the noble philanthropist, the beloved college president, and the voluminous writer, author, etc., etc. . et us pray for the angry person; for aman in a thorough passion is as sad a sight as to see a neighborshouse on fire, and no water handy to put out the flames. Let us wish the fellow on the runaway horse a soft ditch totumble in, and sense enough never to get on the creatures backagain. EVERY BIRD LIKES ITS OWN NEST. It pleases me to see how fond the birds are of their little doubt each one thinks his own nest is the very best: and so itis for him, just as my home is the best palace for me, even for John, the king of the Cottage of Content. I will ask nomore if Providence only continues to give me A little field well tilled,A little house well filled,And a little wife well willed. 476 LIFE AND LABORS OF C. H. SPURGEON. An Englishmans house is his castle, and the true Briton isalway fond of the old roof-tree. Green grows the houseleek onthe thatch, and sweet is the honeysuckle at the porch, and dear arethe gillyflowers in the front garden; but best of all is the good ^. wife within, who keeps all as neat as a new pin. Frenchmen maylive in their coffee-houses, but an Englishmans best life is seen athome. My own house, thouo;li small,Is the best house of all. When boys get tired of eating tarts, and maids have done withwinning hearts, and lawyers cease to take their fees, and leavesleave off to grow on trees, then will John Ploughman cease to lovehis own dear home. John likes to hear some sweet voice sing, Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,Be it ever so humble, there s no place like home ;A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,Which, wherever we rove, is not met with elsewhere. Home ! Home ! sweet, sweet home ! There s no place like home ! JOHN PLOUGHMANS TALK AND PICTURES. 477 People who take no pleasure in their own homes are queer folks,and no bette
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