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Show LET IN A RAY OF SUNSHINE. The Park City Record comes to us with an excellent editorial on v Fault Finding," in which the Record reads a lecture to those who, always sensing wrong-doing in others and always dissatisfied with the world, go about offering ill-tempered, nasty criticisms. The Record says: 'This is a splendid world, says a well-known writer, and this is a splendid age of the world, and instead of denouncing it you had better get down on your knees and thank God that you live now. And yet in this agreeable world there are a great many disagreeable people who persist in seeing the wrong side of everything. There is the fault-finder. He goes to a concert and growls as he goesJ, can't afford the time and money, don't believe it will amount to much anyway. Finds the bass detestable, the tenor miserable, tho soprano a perfect squawk. Goes home disgusted with the whole affair. af-fair. Sometimes he joins a church, and the church has its hands full. He criticises everything. Wishes the minister would not preach so long. Thinks he's too argumentative and didactic. Is dissatisfied with the choir and disposes to pick flaws in the financial arrange- J ments. He sighs and groans and growls and grumbles and whines all the way up to heaven. He frets and stews and stings himself and others. He is like a porcupine all quills; like a crawfish always going backward, and we don't see for the life of us how he'll ever get to heaven unless he goes in that same way; and then most likely he will stop at the gate to pick a quarrel with Saint Peter. When he is fairly inside we are afraid he won't enjoy it. The singing will be pitched too high, the exercises dull, the services too long. We shouldn't wonder at all if he spent the first century or two squinting at the wall to see if it was exactly plumb. What is the matter with such people? The trouble is not in their surroundings, but in themselves. If the heart is right, all is right. If the heart is wrong, all is wrong. Every man should carry his own light, God kindled indeed, but still his own, by which to keep his heart warm and his face bright. Pick up the marigolds and daisies in your path, instead of hunting for thistles and thorns. Hang your blinds so as to let in the morning sun. Leave hooting to the owls and croaking to the frogs. Make up your mind that you have como into this world to have a good time and have it." |