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from whom We receive all happiness and
| all joy. Changing seasons are ordained
TO make the earth happy and beautiful for
us, andthen we are hrcathed upon as is
most conducive TO our good Have
you not sometimes wished it would be al
ways summer?
.Yes, father.'' q
s.and az another time sighed that winter
were not aways?"


"Yes, father" 9sa g "A
Then you must see that the Ruler OF
theseasons knows better than yourself what
/ IS best for you, as your own wishes were
Inconsistent


s'Yes, father, see now.'' .vn:s.
ssIhe wind, my dear son--the far.roam-
| ing spirit of the wide uniyerse--is ever
near US and hoyering over US. 1t kisses
the sick mans temple, and the suffering
invalid lifts up his eye in hope. 1t plays
with the breathing Of the sinless infant and
weayes smiles upon its dinpled cheek. 1t
is the essence Of life aud breath, and YOU
my boy, are inhaling ii. You know you
did not make it,yet you feel that il is me-
cessafy for your very life--that without it
you would fall down and expire; then, where
does the wind come from?n


''From heaven, fathern


eyes, from heaven; and it comes to
bless the earth. We're there no wind, my
son this beautiful world would be, stag
nant waste, and yon arched sky, now so
lmagnlfcently adorned by the rising sun,
would change TO some wild and strange
confusion.''


"Does not the wind whisper?' IA
ther


eyes, child you may learn to converse
with it, and il shall tell you Of lis eryand ,c
earth. Pause when the lonely airs are
calling silly music from leaf and bough ir
summer eventlme, watch as the stars peer
forth, and the wind shall whisper 10 you
heart Of heaven.'' gv t


''Does not the wind howl ~ father.
eyes, boy, and then it tells the gran
deur and the might of the Omnipoience -
Ify yoa have learned 10 Joy in its balmy
breathing, you must also know the .grea
strength and glory of the wind. Is it no
wonderful my son? Even as this infan
riyulet beneath US (upon which that dancing
sunbeam) has just alighted piercing tht
leafy forest shade above rolls on and on
miles, leagues, and far away still swelling
rising, deepening until at last it plunge.
into the vast desert of water that roll
around the globe, so can this gentle ives
wind, now so soft, rouse into louder voice
start into rage and terror, and frigh, tn,
land and lash the ocean with The tornado
wild and shrieking anger!' 7sn


at is wonderful, fatherr' .a s'- 5a
"And il is wise my son; and we mus
believe so though we may not understand
why ii is so. Yes, the wind now sporting
with the leaves around, may tear these
rooted trees from the firm earth, drive them
like feathers along the land, dash off the
mountain cone, and whirl it into vale
PROSTATE cities, and turn the course of The
seas! Is it not wonderful!' -.t ......
Wonderful, fatherr'


"Then, where does the wind come from
my SOM"


"Frsm heaven, father!"


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