Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 142, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 June 1911 — Counting Our Hours. [ARTICLE]

Counting Our Hours.

“To count no hours but unclouded ones,” and forget all others, is one way, we are told, of scaling the heights of happiness. To those who knoyv but little of the darker sides of life, and who are as yet Inclined to value their blessings more as rights than as privileges, the advice seems easy to follow, and their only wonder is that it is not more generally heeded. There are many persons, however, to whom an unclouded hour marks some great event in life, and to whom those hours coipe so seldom that to count them in the final results would be to make but a sorry showing. The hours that pass so slowly for some, weighted as they are with cares and responsibilities and sorrow, rush by with amazing speed for others. The hours of all the days of all the years bring their own messages to each one of us. At no time have they ever brought the same message to all. They may duplicate their tidings to many persons, whether those tdings be of joy of sorrow, but never at any one time do the hours mean the same thing for all of God’s people. Either there is joy for thousands and sorrow for millions, or sorrow for thousands and joy for millions, while to countless others the same periods of time are of no special import.