Habit

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jun 9, 1904

THERE was once a horse that used to pull around a sweep that lifted dirt from the depths of the earth. He was kept at the business until he became old, blind, and too stiff in the joints to be of further use. Then he was turned into a pasture, and left to crop the grass, without any one to bother him. But every morning the old horse, after grazing a while, would start on a tramp, going round and round in a circle, just as he had been accustomed to do for so many years. He would keep this up for hours; and people would often wonder what had got into the head of the animal to make him walk round and round in one place when there was no need of it. It was the force of habit; and the boy who forms bad or good habits in his youth will be led by them when he becomes old, and will be miserable or happy accordingly.—Christian Observer.