BELLS.

Taranaki Daily News, 17 December 1926, Page 7 (Supplement)

BELLS.

In one of the towns on the Continent of Europe there is a beautiful peal of bells. The music they make rings out not only over the city, but it reaches the villages far away. Yet the man who makes the music never hears it himself. He stands in the belfrey with wooden gloves on his hands and beats out tlie music, and all he hears is the deafening clatter of the wood on the notes which do not make music for him at all. Out over the city floats the pure, sweet music, which remind men of God and call men to worship. The music steals into side rooms and cheers the Sufferers, and little children at their play look up to the high tower from whence the music comes. No one thinks of tlie man with the wooden gloves who makes the music, but never shares it. He sacrifices himself that others may have the joy. Now I think that is what you and 1 may do. Our task may be quite commonplace things, and some of them may be hard and unwelcome. But if we io our best to try to give pleasure to others, God will take care of the music.