Author: Hiram Hatchet

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Published: 2015-07-10

Total Pages: 390

ISBN-13: 9781331105404

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Excerpt from Merry's Museum, Parley's Magazine, Woodworth's Cabinet, and the Schoolfellow, 1859, Vol. 37: The Consolidated Magazine for Boys and Girls It is not sunshine only that makes a morning bright; you know that, Charlie, and so do you, Mary, and Bess, and Willie, and Hal, and all the rest of you. For you well remember how often, on a Christmas, or New Year's, or a birthday, or any other holiday, you have waked, long before day, to think or talk over your anticipated pleasures, to take a sly peep into your stockings, or to make some little preparation for the eventful day, so near at hand, and how, though neither sun nor stars could be seen, it was always just right. Even if there was storm in the sky, it was a fair morning to you. If it was not light, it was bright, because there was a brightness within which no outward storm-cloud could darken, or even dim. It was the sunshine of the heart, that brought the day before the dawn, and made the morning bright, in spite of all out-of-door appearances. And does not every morning bring a holiday to the grateful heart? Just think what every morning of your life does bring to you. It brings you new life. You have been, for some long, quiet hours, imprisoned, chained up, put to death, seemingly. Sleep, the image of death, robbed you of all your senses - of your power of motion - of yourself. You have been as helpless, all the while, as a buried corpse; and now you are alive again; you are restored to yourself; your strength is renewed. Your reason is sound, and clear, and all its instruments - all your limbs and senses - are brightened up, and put in order for a new day's service. Ought you not to be bright, and happy, and grateful, with every new morning of life? All creation, animate and inanimate, is so. The birds never fail to warble out their joy in the morning. Rain or shine, they always greet the day with a song, and seem to recognize the new life that is given them. The flowers open not only their eyes, but their hearts, to welcome the morning light, and for every beam of beauty it sheds on them, breathe back the soft fragrance of a grateful joy. That is what makes a bright morning. The old man can enjoy it as well as the boy - the laborer as well as the sportsman - the slave as well as his master - I had almost said, the invalid as well as the strong man. And why not say it? It is a new day to the one, as well as to the other. It is a resurrection to a new lease of life. And if it be to a life of weakness and pain, it is also to a life of abounding blessings at hand, with the bow of Hope always on the retreating cloud. So, to each and to all, I cordially, gratefully return the salutation, not as an unmeaning phrase, but as eloquent with deep and far-reaching thought - "Good-morning!" Yes, and a "Happy New Year," too. Every new year ought to be a happy one. The old year lays its burden at the feet of the new. Take it up manfully, and bear it cheerfully, and Faith, Hope, and Love will make it light. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Download or read book Merry's Museum, Parley's Magazine, Woodworth's Cabinet, and the Schoolfellow, 1859, Vol. 37 written by Hiram Hatchet and published by . This book was released on 2015-07-10 with total page 390 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from Merry's Museum, Parley's Magazine, Woodworth's Cabinet, and the Schoolfellow, 1859, Vol. 37: The Consolidated Magazine for Boys and Girls It is not sunshine only that makes a morning bright; you know that, Charlie, and so do you, Mary, and Bess, and Willie, and Hal, and all the rest of you. For you well remember how often, on a Christmas, or New Year's, or a birthday, or any other holiday, you have waked, long before day, to think or talk over your anticipated pleasures, to take a sly peep into your stockings, or to make some little preparation for the eventful day, so near at hand, and how, though neither sun nor stars could be seen, it was always just right. Even if there was storm in the sky, it was a fair morning to you. If it was not light, it was bright, because there was a brightness within which no outward storm-cloud could darken, or even dim. It was the sunshine of the heart, that brought the day before the dawn, and made the morning bright, in spite of all out-of-door appearances. And does not every morning bring a holiday to the grateful heart? Just think what every morning of your life does bring to you. It brings you new life. You have been, for some long, quiet hours, imprisoned, chained up, put to death, seemingly. Sleep, the image of death, robbed you of all your senses - of your power of motion - of yourself. You have been as helpless, all the while, as a buried corpse; and now you are alive again; you are restored to yourself; your strength is renewed. Your reason is sound, and clear, and all its instruments - all your limbs and senses - are brightened up, and put in order for a new day's service. Ought you not to be bright, and happy, and grateful, with every new morning of life? All creation, animate and inanimate, is so. The birds never fail to warble out their joy in the morning. Rain or shine, they always greet the day with a song, and seem to recognize the new life that is given them. The flowers open not only their eyes, but their hearts, to welcome the morning light, and for every beam of beauty it sheds on them, breathe back the soft fragrance of a grateful joy. That is what makes a bright morning. The old man can enjoy it as well as the boy - the laborer as well as the sportsman - the slave as well as his master - I had almost said, the invalid as well as the strong man. And why not say it? It is a new day to the one, as well as to the other. It is a resurrection to a new lease of life. And if it be to a life of weakness and pain, it is also to a life of abounding blessings at hand, with the bow of Hope always on the retreating cloud. So, to each and to all, I cordially, gratefully return the salutation, not as an unmeaning phrase, but as eloquent with deep and far-reaching thought - "Good-morning!" Yes, and a "Happy New Year," too. Every new year ought to be a happy one. The old year lays its burden at the feet of the new. Take it up manfully, and bear it cheerfully, and Faith, Hope, and Love will make it light. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.