BE CAREFUL OF YOUR SPEECH.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume I, Issue 3, 4 February 1890, Page 3

BE CAREFUL OF YOUR SPEECH.

[Contributed.] An unexpressed thought is like a man buried alive, trying to tear his grave clothes, and burst his coffin. Will you help me to release a thought which, sometimes, stirs uneasily in me mind ? We men pass through tne world very ignorant, and very forgetful an 1 careless ot the litth* we know, WV do not often commit deliberate wrou, r , and when temptati m has overcome us conscience forces us to exons' oursdvis to ourselves. But we are careless, and oarelessii'-ss is more shameful than ignorance. Flow few of us (do we any of us) consider the conaequ -nces <d our speec.i r Vet we know that ev ry word we speak is prat-don all things that. siirromii] us, on th- air, on die wd s ot our houses, and on the earth. If if were not so there could be no ech •. If our ears were sensitive enough we sh mid find oijrg iv s tu the mi Ist of multitudes of v-»ic *a, repelling every word we had spoken. The. air so vibr it s with the sound of our spe ch, th it our words■ reach, perhaps, to th stars,, perhaps to those aw ul gulls "f space beyond the sta-s. If a subtle atmosphere, trend) iug, carries our words into depths h yond t.liei"aeh of imagination, we may b- sttr- that onr sp- ch penetrates the far more subtle annosp iere which surrouu is tie conscience of our chi I Iren. Tner intlligeuce mid conscience may not, at tne mim-m, nero-ive the imoression mad* by <>ur words* Nevertheless, the impr ssion is th re. an 1 wib s on •time, infliieiic- tin eonduet of the chill vvho has received it. Ve are tol l that if a rock *»e pi mured into our N w Z aland sea, the vihra'i ms so caused wid reacii to tne uppermost shores of the earth. So t I am sure, that a word droppel int> the mind of a ch’ld will influence it, and every general iui of tnose who tiny follow as long as men shad inhibit tne eanh. We are terribly r sponsible for cV'Tv ward we uttep in th - pr.-senc of these “ little ones,” and we, too often, f-rget that once we shall have to ansvverthatin vitahleqnes ion, “ Wnere are thy children,” and th tt awful “ once" is very near us all.