The pathway of life ; Intended to lead the young and the old into paths of happiness, and to prepare them for a holy companionship with him whose kingdom is as boundless as his love . d day afterday: What a pity that I, the greatest poet in Persia, should have no shoes !No shoes ! he constantly complained to himself, until one day he met a manwho had no feet. Ah ! he said, that man is worse oif than I am. I haveno shoes, but he has no feet. According to my calculation in the six thousandyears of the worlds existence there must have been about two million days ofsunshine, allowing one hundred a
The pathway of life ; Intended to lead the young and the old into paths of happiness, and to prepare them for a holy companionship with him whose kingdom is as boundless as his love . d day afterday: What a pity that I, the greatest poet in Persia, should have no shoes !No shoes ! he constantly complained to himself, until one day he met a manwho had no feet. Ah ! he said, that man is worse oif than I am. I haveno shoes, but he has no feet. According to my calculation in the six thousandyears of the worlds existence there must have been about two million days ofsunshine, allowing one hundred and ninety-five thousand days for storm. Of themyriads of jjlossoms on my peach orchard there was not one blossom that did notbeat Walter Scotts Marmion or John Miltons Paradise Lost. In weeding outone patch of canteloupes I threw over the fence about five thousand Tennysonsand Longfellows. Nothing but Omnipotence could have made legs strong enoughto hold up the great Thanksgiving table of a world. Every grasshopper has asolo, and ^very snowflake a psalm, and every honejsuckle a censer, and ever>pond-lily is a gondola for eternal glories to sail in, and there are pyramids in. THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD. INTRODUCTION. xli the cones of the white pine, and the place of the sunset is where the river ofDelight flashes into the sea of the great Forever. Amid so much beauty andluxuriance how can we complain ! It would be well if, not only in looking at our own condition, but at otherpeople, we set out the sparkle instead of the gloom. With five hundred faults ofour own, we ought to let somebody else have at least one. When there is suchexcellent hunting on our own ground, let us not with rifle and greyhound-packspend all our time in scouring our neighbors lowlands. I am afraid the imperfec-tions of other people will kill us yet. All the vessels on the sea seem to be in badtrim except our schooner. A person full of faults is most merciless in his criti-cism of the faults of
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