We're all varry apt to know the messur o' ivrybody's heead but us own;
we can tell when a cap fits them directly, but we con niver tell when
ther's one 'at just fits us. Miss Parsnip said last Sunday, when
shoo'd been to th' chapel, "at shoo wondered ha Mrs. Cauliflaar could
fashion to hold her heead up, for shoo niver heeard a praicher hit
onybody harder in all her life," An' Mrs. Cauliflaar tell'd me "'at if
shoo wor Miss Parsnip shoo'd niver put her heead i' that chapel
ageean, for iverybody knew 'at he meant her' when he wor tawkin' abaat
backbitin'." An'soa it is; we luk at other fowk's faults through th'
thin end o' th' spy glass, but when we want to look at us own, we turn
it raand.
"O, wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us,
It wad fra many a blunder free us
An' foolish notion.
What airs in dress an' g'ait wad lea' us
An' ev'n devotion."
Selfishness may do varry weel for this world, but we should remember
it isn't th gooid one does to hissen 'at he gets rewarded for after--
it's th' gooid he does to others, an' although we may be able to mak'
a spreead here, wi' fine clooas, fine haases, an' sich like; unless we
put selfishness o' one side an' practise charity it'll be noa use
then.
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