Article May 10, 1900 Issue

The Garden

BY J. S. MASON.

Once there was a garden called Self-will's garden. In it sprang up many plants that to Self-will seemed beautiful, but in reality they were unlovely, unsightly weeds; nothing else. Yet Self-will, looking through his own dense consciousness, saw only beauty there, and cherished and nourished each poor stalk, nor wished it otherwise.

There came a day at length, when pain and sorrow laid Self-will low.

Subdued and changed, he crept forth once more to view his garden. In the new light of regenerated life, he saw clearly the rank weeds of discontent, unlovingness, unthankfulness, pride, and falsity, which once had seemed blossoms most fair, to his misguided vision. Self-will, whose name a glorified sense had now changed to Meekness, sighed over the wasted hours spent in nourishing such unsightliness. "Is this, then, my cherished garden?" he murmured sorrowfully, looking involuntarily up and away from the unpleasing sight.

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