T H E WIND.
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A child once said 10 IFS father, as il felt
the play of the morning breeze through its
waving ringlets, "Father, where does the
wind come FRONT"


'From heaven" said the father.


sand where does it go tor


alt goes back 30 heaven again, my child,
and again TO earth returns. 1t is the
breath of the Great Spirit of bensfcence,
from whom we receive all happiness and
all JOY. Changing seasons are ordained
70 make the earth happy and beautiful for
us, and then we are breathed upon as is
most conducive 10 our good Have you
MOI sometimes wished it would be always
summer?"


"Yes, father"


"Then you must see that the Ruler Of
the seasons knows better than yourself
what is best for you, as Jour own wishes
were Inconsistent"


"Yes, father, / see now."


''Ihe wind, my dear son-the iar.roain.
ing spirit OF the wide universe-is ever
near as and lowering over US. 1t kisses
the sick mans temple, and the SUFFERING
invalid lifts up his eyes in hope. Il plays
with the breathing of the sinless infant
and weaves smiles upon its dimpled cheek.
1t is The essence of lite and breath, and
you my boy, are inhaling it. You know
you did not make it, yet you feel that il is
necessary for your very life-that without
it you would fall down and expire; then.
where does the wind come from, son!''


"From heaven, laiher."


Yes. from heaven; and it comes TO
bless the earth. Were there no wind,
my son, this beautiful world would be a
stagnant waste, and yon alched sky, now
50 magnificently adorned by the rising sun,
would change 10 some wild and strange
conlusioI.'


Does not the wind whisper, fihcrl"


"ies. child, you may learn to converse
with it, and it shall tell you Of its errand
TO earth. Pause when the lonely airs are
calling Silly, music from leaf and bough in
summer eventime, watch as the stars peep
forth, and the wind shall whisper to your
heart of heaven"


"Does the wind howl. faiherl"


az es, boy, aud then !. tells the grandeur
and the might of Omn;potence. II yen
have learned TO Joy in its balIuy breathing
you must also know the great sire ngih and
glory of the wind. Is it not wonderful
my sonl Even as this infant rivulet be
meath us (upon which that dancing sun.
beam) has just alishied piercing the leafy
forest shade above rolls on and on, miles,
leagues, and far away still swelling, rising,
deepening until at last it plunges into the
vast desert Of water that rolls around the
globe, so can this gentle west wind, now
so soft, rouse into loudervoicc, start into
a rage and terror. and fright the land and
lash the ocean with the tornado's wild and
shrieking anger"


at is wonder r.ill faiherl''


"And it IS wise, my son: and we must
believe SO though we may not understand
why it 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 wind it into vale.
PROSTATE Giles, and turn the course % the
seasl Is it not wonderful"


Wonderful father''


"Then, where does the wind come from
my sonl'


'From heaven, fa,herl''


81. Louis Rcveiiie.