Lessons in Life - A Series of Familiar Essays by Timothy Titcomb
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It was a very forcible reflection to which a visitor at Niagara
Falls gave utterance, when he said that, considering the relative power of their authors, he did not regard the cataract as so remarkable a piece of work as the Suspension Bridge; and it may be said with truth that there is no work within the power of man--so small that God has not been below it in a work smaller and possibly humbler still,--certainly humbler when we consider the infinite majesty and the ineffable dignity of His character. My maid is too proud to go into the street for a pail of milk; my God smiles upon me in flowers from the very gutter. My neighbor thinks it beneath him to till the soil, working with his hands, but the Being who made him, breathes upon that soil, and works in it, that it may bear food to keep human dignity from starving. There are men who set themselves above driving a horse, no part of which the King of the universe was above making. Ah! human pride! Alas! human dignity! I do not know what to make of you. LESSON XII. RURAL LIFE. "Going into a village at night, with the lights gleaming on each side of the street, in some houses they will be in the basement and nowhere else."--BEECHER. "The little God o' the world jogs on the same old way, |
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