The sharpnesses that stung through
His brant, through his hands,
through His feet, through His
heart, were as great as yours certainly. He
was as sick and as weary. Not a nerve, or
or muscle, or ligament escaped. All tho
pangs of nil the nations of all tho ages com
pressed into one sour cup. He took the vine
gar!
There is also the sourness of poverty. Your
income does not meet your outgoings, and that
always gives an honest man anxiety. There
is no sign of destitution about you —pleasant
oppearance and a cheerful home for you : but
God only knows what a time you have had to
manage your private finances. Just as the
bills run up the wages seem to fun down. But
you are not the only one who has not been pa d
for hard work. The great Wilkie sold his
'ebbriit'il piece, '-'II.e Blind Fiddler.” for
fifty guineas, altliong afterwards it brought it
thousands. The world hangs in admiration
over tho sketch of Gainsborough, vet that
ver, sketch hung tor years: in the shop win
dow be au:,e there was not any pur< hasar,
Oliver Goldsmith sold his “Vicar < f Wake
field” lor a fi w round', in ord i to keep tho
bailiff out ol tho door; and tho vast majority
of men in al! occupations an I prof' -from are
not fully paid for th'-ir work. You may say
nothing, but life to you is u hard pur:,h;ai, l
when you sit down with sour wife
and talk over tho expenses, you both
riao up discouraged. You abridge
b'-ro, and you abridge there, and you get
thin-.'s Mung for smooth s tilings, anil io! Mid
ilcnlv thorn is a la'gu d u-tor’s bill to pay, or
you have lost yo-ir p*x:kotbook, or some credi
tor I aslaili ‘L and you are thrown abeam end.
