; he pays all the taxes, has all
the care; they do not cost us a cent, yet we sit here on our little
porch and drink in their beauty." There was a philosopher.

John Wanamaker can pay $100,000 for a picture, which he did some years
ago, and hang it on the walls of his mansion home, but you go out in
the country in the springtime, get up in the early morning while the
cattle are still sleeping in the barnyard and the birds silent in the
trees, watch the rich glow of the day god as it comes peeping through
the windows of the morning, then see the birds leave their bowers, the
larks to fly away to the fields, the mocking-bird to sing in the cedar
at the garden gate, the robin to chirp to its mate, and you will see a
picture which will pale that of the merchant prince.

Or go out on a summer evening just after a rain storm, when nature
hangs itself out to dry; when the golden slipper of the god of day
hangs upon the topmost bough of the tallest tree. You will see a
picture no artist's brush can paint. And God does not hang these
pictures on a wall twenty feet by ten, but on the blue tapestry of the
sky for the world's poor to admire "without money and without price."
Abraham Lincoln well said: "God must have loved the common people,
else he wouldn't have made so many of them."

Let me illustrate the two classes of people to which I have referred.
An old man who dwelt in the shadows of life said: "My life has been
one continual drudgery and disappointment; for fifty years I have had
to get up at 5 o'clock every morning while others enjoyed their sleep,
then all day in the harness of oppression I have had to work with bad
luck dogging my footsteps."

His daughter, thinking to cheer him, said, "Father, don't get
discouraged. You have one comfort anyway; it won't be long till the
end of toil will come, when you will have a good long rest in the
grave where no misfortune can reach you."

"I don't know about that," replied the father; "it will be about my
luck for the next morning to be resurrection day and I'll have to be
up at daylight as usual."

Another man, who always looked on the bright side of life, and when
anything went wrong always looked up something good to match it,
happened to lose a fine horse. When friends expressed sympathy he
said: "I can't complain; I never lost a horse before." Then his crop
failed and he said: "After ten years of good crops I have no kick
coming because of one failure." Finally, poor