Alas for her that the father of those children
should be a convicted felon!
I move about through S----on my round of duties, and daily there
comes to me some reminder of the events and changes of twenty years.
I see, here and there, a stranded wreck, and think how proudly the
vessel spread her white sails in the wind a few short years gone by,
freighted with golden hopes. But where are those treasures now?
Lost, lost forever in the fathomless sea!
Twenty years ago, and now! As a man soweth, even so shall he reap.
Spring time loses itself in luxuriant summer, and autumn follows
with the sure result. If the seed has been good, the fruit will be
good; but if a man have sown only tares in his fields, he must reap
in sorrow and not in joy. There is no exception to the rule. A
bramble bush can no more bear grapes, than a selfish and evil life
can produce happiness. The one is a natural, and the other a
spiritual, impossibility.
A few days ago, as I was riding along on a visit to one of my
patients, I met Mr. and Mrs. Wallingford, with two of their
children, driving out in their carriage.
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