Little things in Life

King Country Chronicle, Volume III, Issue 172, 12 July 1909, Page 3

Little things in Life

It is the commonplace things which often touch our hearts most. It is just a little touch of real human nature Just ah omeiy scene that will appeal to us in a true book, and also in beautiful paintings.

Not alone in the full choir of instruments or amid the most beautiful surroundings shall we always gain the highest inspiration. And I think that that is one of the great blessings God gives to man, that here in our ordinary everyday working lives we may sometimes the sweetest melodies, if only our hearts are attuned to the sweet true life God means us to live here.

It is a great privilege to hear good music, to travel amid beautiful surroundings, to converse with clever and good minds; it is as if we come to little resting-places on life's journey. It makes it easier to go on again, and we take fresh ideas and new ideas and new endeavours to work better at what is appointed for us to do.

But to see into all the little details something beautiful, some message, some loving voice as it seems to us alone, in whatever sphere of life we may be in, to find something sweet in all, that is the secret of making a plain life a rich one, and full of glad visions and quiet companionships. And, perhaps, it is given to women more particularly, the making of a quiet life rich in soul-life. We must give a soul to things, to lift what is so prosaic, as it would sometimes seem, into something breathing and living, true poetry, into all our work.-fc Have t we not known those golden moments when we havn felt we have truly lived, when while taking in some glorious inspiration, we have been unable to express what we long to, and yet these movements are never lost. They are to come up again to our minds in the quiet hours, perhaps not as dreams, but as realities, for have we not truly lived them? There is a picture which stands out in my mind which I always longed in some way to convey; and yet what words could give feeling to the great joy I felt that morning.. It was early n ithe spring, and my walk lay stretched in front of me, a perfect scene of sea and country. On either side was the most beautiful chorus birds singing as if joy was almost too great for them on that glad radiant morning.

The sea birds were almost human in their strange cries and cbatterings, and yet there was music in their song, too, and the ciiffs wer« full of nests and the young birds. And further away among the trees, was a wonderful concert of land birds.

It was just one of those Nature'-! mornings when one could live in the fulness of joy, pure joy, and give praise as the birds to their Creatorj'ust for living, just for being able to fele "What a glorious world!" That vision will remain.