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 Poems, Essays, Musings 
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 Copyright, 1920 by 
 Rev. St. Elmo Means 
 
 JUL 26 1920 
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 (TO Preface 
 
 My friends, it is my good wishes and soul's desire to 
 present to notice this little volume as a decoration to my 
 life. With modest splendor and sober thought, with unas- 
 suming state, and a mild majesty and dignity of person, 
 with modest simplicity and sobriety, this book has been 
 written. When the mere primitive qualities press upon my 
 brain by the hand of the all-wise and mighty God of the 
 universe, I can no longer hesitate, but endeavor to make 
 glorious the end of time. Then, with no ordinary desire 
 is the work of my hands and brain offered. 
 
 The writer will no doubt handle me without gloves, but, 
 like the sun which giveth light to all who prefer darkness, 
 so may it be at this end, for I have dedicated much time 
 and toil to this volume as a duty, and I feel very grateful 
 to be able to consider this as a privilege which I am blessed 
 to enjoy. I know not whom I may offend in offering these, 
 my unpolished lines, to my country, nor how the world 
 will weigh me for choosing this way to attract, being 
 forced by my conscience to bring this, my effort and present 
 them as my first prize to humanity, speaking my con- 
 science fully. 
 
 "What my soul verses 
 My heart delights." 
 
 While life's flame is kindled, let me bear a word of cheer 
 and gladness to others. This I have tried with eager desire 
 
to do. May this little olume find a lodging in the four 
 corners of the earth, either as a blaze of electric lights, or 
 the feeble flame of a tallow candle in the night upon a 
 dark and unknown path, so may these few lines radiate to 
 the vital forces of human reasoning and brighten the future 
 of many lives, causing them to imbibe a living spirit. 
 
Contents 
 
 Page 
 
 Ancient Evils of Man 5 
 
 The Waste of Psychic Energy 7 
 
 Education 9 
 
 The Past History of the Universe 10 
 
 Modesty a Virtue 13 
 
 Woman 15 
 
 Industry 20 
 
 The Winds 22 
 
 Mirth 25 
 
 I Remember 26 
 
 A Story of Long Ago 27 
 
 A Few Thoughts About Life 29 
 
 Gone 31 
 
 What the Women Did in the War 36 
 
 Style 38 
 
 Life 41 
 
 Woman Suffrage, America's Salvation 44 
 
 Seize the Opportunity of Today 47 
 
 Something of Rest 52 
 
 Some Thoughts of Life 63 
 
 A Thought of England 64 
 
 Art 65 
 
 The Titanic Horror 66 
 
 An Historic Event 68 
 
 Where Children Play 70 
 
 St. Elmo's Musings 71 
 
 Miscellaneous Quotations 90 
 
 Greetings to Friends 93 
 
Ancient Evils of Man 
 
 It is impossible to catalogue many of the evils of th« 
 ancient period of man. Perhaps among those most memo- 
 rable is, that of Adam's deception, which marks the fall 
 and distribution of evil to humanity. Continuing in the 
 lineage the record shows a mark of intense hate in the 
 heart of his son Cain for his brother Abel. History shows 
 no greater evil in the old stone age, or in the beginning of 
 humanity. We might give much of our time and many 
 pages of our volume to the study of our prehistoric grand- 
 sires in their vain conception of reason and hate, like the 
 Syrians' perilous, and offensive, and bare of independence 
 and slow of confidence, faught to their sorrow the wars 
 along the dikes of the Nile, was the lion of terror to ancient 
 Egypt. Man, slow of the knowledge, of co-operation and 
 union, which is truly the neglect of the greatest need of 
 any nation rising or falling. 
 
 Man suffered in early periods from the lack of knowl- 
 edge, like those who inhabited the banks of the Nile, who 
 felt keenly the need of social agreement and political 
 union. The great cause of the social political and moral 
 unrest of that people was a stubborn will, a failing to com- 
 prehend fully the step upwards, for all, was best for all; 
 but of a savage and sluvanish practice, he fought friends 
 and foe. Selfish pride, and covetious contentions blew out 
 the lamp of success and threw shades of poverty and sea- 
 sons of unrest to many. 
 
 To my mind there is no evil so common to man as the 
 practice of illgotten gain, a slow lust, a vile conception and 
 evil counter piece. The record shov/s that common llli 
 
an devils are clothed in robes of deception, false pride, 
 radicalism and atheism are carriers of covetious and 
 are truly lust chambers and are gall cells of evil. 
 
 Primitive man, who sometimes could only be found in 
 places of refused heaps of food, was deformed in real man- 
 hood when surceptible to this clime. "Believe me, there 
 are many habits and customs handed down from the prac- 
 tice of kings, lords and popes from the early ages, that are 
 truly worthless," such as ancestor worship, the legend of 
 the ghost, worship of dumb animals, etc., all of these are 
 truly evils of base degree. Be it known, that lust carries 
 her armful and is the main-spring of many evils. The 
 love of money, whiskey, opposite sex, firing the engine of 
 ill-fame, causing untold misery and countless wrinkles that 
 human skill may never eliminate. Man, an ancient roamer, 
 neglected the beauty and cultivation of home life and 
 searching the extremes, subjected himself to fevers and 
 disease. Baffled by superstitution, and a subconscious 
 heart, drifted into heathenism, shameful and suffocating. 
 
 The coil, of the serpent of envy, and strike made fatal 
 incisions in the veins of humanity for more than seven 
 thousand years. Ancient man gave his feast of blood, as 
 well as his luxuries and refinement, but his insatible love 
 of conquest and slaughter afflicted his posterity and elim- 
 inated self care of human and social progress. The great 
 neglect to care for virtue was among the greatest wrongs 
 of ancient manhood. Supported by frail or meager con- 
 ceptions of Divine truth, blinded by sin, depressed by 
 necessity of more and better man powers, he lost the im- 
 age of righteousness and accepted the consequences of 
 evil, and the chambers of darkness as a dwelling place. 
 
The Waste of Psychic Energy, 
 
 Brave angel ere so dear and true, 
 Thy strength to lose will never do. 
 
 As we turn our thoughts toward this vital and all im- 
 portant subject, we find in the veins of humanity: a 
 resource of vital tone, permeating the organic hills of the 
 body, stimulating and organizing motion, the vital ma- 
 chinery having been pressed through life's mould, has been 
 fashioned in a very great degree of that nature, fully per- 
 petual, restricted only to the terms eternal, defeating the 
 mathematical, when we find that there is much miscon- 
 ception and fraud mixed with truth, in mental medicine; 
 it is due to the fact of a diseased mind or to the failure 
 of study. "What we advise is an efficient council that 
 offers nothing but truth, with healing in its wings that 
 will prove that it is truly and honestly the mission of 
 thought, to show a way to escape from the ills of both 
 mind and body. To trifle away the hour of life, is base 
 neglect and the fruits of ignorance and folly in the first 
 degree. Man, as we understand him or know him, should 
 manifest distinct traits. Today life's phenomena should 
 be upon separate scales, the conscious and subconscious, 
 wherein knowledge might be presed into the personality 
 of one's self. Today's motto is to preserve to an infinite 
 degree, the mechanism of that which we are. We are 
 modes of self preservation which gathers in a fruitful 
 measure, the study of hygiene in every phase of living; that 
 
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 which we call the force pomp, or the psychic engine of 
 the body, may perform all of these duties. The most of 
 the psychic, carries that and the mind and feeling, intel- 
 lectual and motional. Toneing up these relative char- 
 acters, in many ways, adds a living zeal to physical life. 
 The thought of contentment, the fertile idea should not be 
 execrated, but with a grave and manly touch, and vision, 
 broader than the ocean, filled with gratitude, and smiles 
 should seize as fuel to excite friction under the needed 
 exspance, and tunnel, of further travel. Can we appre- 
 ciate with profound admiration the friction of the psychic 
 motto, or can we emulate the perpetual output of energy? 
 In conclusion of this subject, we would say that a psychic 
 leak is st physical cure. 
 
Education 
 
 What is it? It is training, to work as seems best, the 
 problems of life. It is the mingling together of the scientific 
 and practical orders of life. Education is the science of 
 cultivation, and to cultivate, reflect an idea of strength, 
 and strength in itself means power and wherever there 
 is an idea to educate there are essentials to cultivate, 
 to strengthen, to make powerful. 
 
 Can we appreciate the professional hand and cultured 
 brain that siftered blind ignorance and superstition and 
 gives to man a code of reference as a way bill to higher 
 citieenship? Can we see the emotional exercise of a 
 thousand pulleys singing and playing songs of silk dressei 
 and broadcloth pants? Truly the geologian is searching 
 as best he can the frame of this beautiful and wonderful 
 cosmos. The metaphysian is creating a cloud of fancy to 
 hide a season of expression — all working by the moto of 
 reason and exercise. Certainly we admire the subject be- 
 cause it reaches the known and unknown, the certain and 
 the uncertain, the real and unreal, the manly, modest and 
 the bold creating superstructures of plain reason, invent- 
 ing and remodeling of common sense, elevating and de- 
 veloping prime factors of usefulness. 
 
 Education is the salvation of any people, and a gate of 
 endless joy and an ever flowing spring of myrth and a 
 masterpiece in rebellion, as a never tiring visitor of full 
 worth, the pick that tunnels the mountains, a propelling 
 fulcrum, of reason an engine whose track covers the uni- 
 verse and trestles the clouds, turns creation on its axis. 
 
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 rules governments, princes and palaces, paupers and peas- 
 ants, steals the secrets from the scientific and practicable 
 arms, and bows only to that of nature, whose substance 
 is yet to be discovered through a microlynic research. 
 Beating together the plowshares of our subject the echo 
 may be heard from pole to pole, even nature would assist 
 in furthering it, to the very heights of human and phil- 
 osophical reasoning. 
 
 See thou unrulyangel, see. 
 Born in midst of liberty. 
 
 The Past History of the 
 Universe 
 
 But the question comes up, What has been the past 
 history of the universe? What is created just as we study 
 it now? Who would say as our divine and powerful Cre- 
 ator has said, He called them to being and to life and to 
 light, or who would say this is not probable? There has 
 been a gradual growth up to its present condition, and 
 yet, through what stages of growth we are not able to 
 comprehend? 
 
 Again I say, through what stages of growth this beau- 
 tiful universe has been carried we do not certainly know. 
 But if there is any such theory or theories as Nebular 
 hypothesis, there is beyond all reasonable doubt an ac- 
 count for many of the facts which are disproved of by 
 a universal majority. 
 
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 Again I must say that you all know the universe is of 
 a universal notoriety, that I must endeavor to briefly ex-, 
 plain this theory is the belief of the inhabitants of the 
 universe, that every star with its attended system of tl 
 world was at one time in form of a gaseous nebular, and 
 as it is believed by the scientific arm of the universe 
 that motions became the center of this mass as well as 
 the central attraction would tend to condense toward the 
 center and as it contracted in volume its velocity of rota- 
 tion, would increase and the tendency of the mass around 
 the equator would also increase, in expanding and giving 
 off of it gaseous nebula in rings of matter and so on, there 
 would nevertheless, be a continual increase and it is be- 
 lieved by the scientists that the nebular, would also be 
 condensed by radiating heat to the cooler space, and it 
 is believed that this matter might in turn be condensed 
 and throw off rings which would form the satellites which 
 we now behold in the formament of the heavens, that 
 attends to show some of the great crowning arts of the 
 creation, and yet I believe that the crowning act of crea- 
 tion is man and the crown of man is character because in 
 my opinion character is an individual acquirement much 
 Christlike is character that it gives as pure a light as the 
 sun upon the universe, and like the tree of Paradise, it 
 bears fruit after its kind, and the seed of the fruit is in 
 itself is a creature of the past times universe and creator 
 of the future. Yea, the queen chooses character as disciple 
 in the sweet words of ancient sacred songs. The abode 
 of man is universal but the crown of man is character. 
 His culture slowly evolves character, so the mighty sun 
 slowly evolves life to the universe. Why? Because it is 
 
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 real; though visible even so is It with matter from which 
 came the universe. Decay of thought means depression 
 of life. We gradually despise those of despair who have no 
 grace, hut patience. 
 
 We are developing scrupulous students of history. Even 
 physical science is passing the old marvel of mythology 
 by materialism. Of course I don't merely mean scientific 
 theory but a practical view of one's self, and I believe a 
 virtuous character evolves the truest sense of humanity. 
 In a world like ours to spend your time in building 
 spiritual character is the only worthy life to live. The 
 results of harmonious character was first born among the 
 heathens. Behold the man! He is the promise of potency, 
 of the possibilities of humanity. Thou shall trust, thou 
 Shalt hope, thou shalt love! This is the gentle whisper 
 from the Cross of Calvary. If any man would drive out 
 darkness, he must let in the light. Ignorance is met by 
 Justice or love. False pride, instead of blood and gold, 
 is sunk in the common love of good. 
 
 We thank God for one universal law of nature, and 
 that all men are bound to it, or by it bound. Yes, all 
 to nature's laws. 
 
 "A universal task imposed, 
 How many wits a thousand omens graced, 
 And ignorance stands mountain high. 
 Like night before our face." 
 
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 Modesty a Virtue 
 
 To my mind, there is no art so pleasing, no voice so 
 sweet, no hand so tender as the affectionate pose of mod- 
 esty. Society is bribes of her joy and life her cheer, home 
 of her comforts, where this grand and glorious essential 
 is truly omitted. Certainly, I believe, where the engine of 
 modesty is derailed there is truly and keenly shown the 
 like of self-control, which is truly the greatest need. In 
 the way to virtue and success, modesty imbraces confi- 
 dence, which carries a storehouse of trust. In the dark 
 hours of trial and want, confidence in God is truly the ban- 
 ner of victory, and to be without it means to lessen the 
 forces of the will and disqualify reason and dethrone the 
 ark of care. 
 
 One great writer said. 
 
 "Immodest words admit but one offense. 
 
 The want of knowledge, which is the want of sense." 
 
 To my mind this is truly their likeness and an insuffi- 
 cient supply of modesty leaves the real constructing forces 
 of the mind unlinked to that of reason and system cannot 
 properly be enforced or sustained. 
 
 Modesty is not grevious, but cautious, firm and benevo- 
 lent — in some degree, full of life's wishes; noble, is not 
 brutal, but opposed to obstinacy, and is a lover of that 
 lav/ that expresses the will. To my mind, modesty is iron 
 in the soul, the master cycle of destiny and a decision of 
 character, a rule of action, an image of perfection when 
 
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 worn as diamond upon the personality. She knows the 
 law, sustains the law and loves the law, and is an absolute 
 trained of systematic work. A lover of peace and governs 
 best his worst foe, and is truly able to correct disorder; 
 a perfect tower of hope and a home of good feeling, mod- 
 esty imbraces the great channel of system, which intro- 
 duces orderly habit, a time for all things, a place for all 
 things, a method in doing all things, a lover of time, sys- 
 tem, the net work of nature, and a twin essential of our 
 subject, the high noon of life and the electric motor of 
 industry and a preserver of humanity — a color-bearer of 
 and an associated partner of modestry which is the true 
 angelic feature in humanity, and a sign of perfection which 
 is the order of the all-wise and mighty deity. 
 
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 Woman 
 
 The hand of conservatism and the bright pages of his- 
 tory and biography have kept some strange phenomenon 
 in the lives of women. Among the early and noted of her 
 sect is Esther, whose eloquence stirred the hearts of sena- 
 tors, orators and kings. Her self-willed desire and extra- 
 ordinary blaze of genius converted the attention, admira- 
 tion and friendship of all. Being favored with organic 
 mechanism, she was possessed with the modes as well as 
 gestures of beauty in that she contributes to her race; the 
 highest ideal of social development and racial uplift, and 
 today's struggles, cares, revolutions and evolutions, pier- 
 cing though they be, are attributed to woman. Are you 
 unaware, or do you not perceive, that music and poetry 
 and all art of real admiration, the machineries of luxury 
 and fashion are of, through and to her? There are thou- 
 sands of looms rotating from sun to sun, producing mate- 
 rial in search of her fancies. Do you not perceive that 
 the chemist is still investigating in the stores of nature 
 to the extent of scientific production to know the material 
 touch of satisfaction? Granting that the many wheels of 
 the lapidarian are susceptible to perfection, and the use of 
 the ultramarine colors, as that of the hand of nature. In 
 the quaint touch of the invisible hand that muzzles the 
 universe by force of breath and tip of his fingers, which 
 is only to simply, to cherish, to favor, assist, and encour- 
 age, to maintain the rank and favoritism of her aphere — 
 the universe itself gives majesty to the woman. 
 The sea and land are robbed of their treasures, the 
 
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 ostrich and the bird of paradise their plumage, that they 
 may add grandeur to her style and grace, to her charm. 
 Even literature and science reaps much from her hands, 
 and the lives of many noble and great men have been pre- 
 served due to her perceptive trend of advice and the 
 ability to discriminate; the curiosities of worth, the blaz- 
 ing furnaces of love, the never-fading determinations of 
 hope, and today — 
 
 Peculiar turns the market crank 
 That made the hand that loves to spank. 
 That hears and sees, the all the while 
 Can softly speak and sweetly smile. 
 
 It ig well said, she is a pure lump of animal testur* 
 within the inner courts of the temple, and, believe me, tha 
 human body may be the very ark that contains the law 
 which keeps the genera and species unmixed from age to 
 
 So, with a woman's influence, when at her place in the 
 home, she is a contented prize, the joy of the home, the day 
 star of advice, a design of perfection, order and beauty 
 and a dispenser of grace, truth, scattering smiles upon all, 
 sharing light and radiating heat and comfort. For her to 
 retire is to misplace the silver queen or golden king of day 
 that hides in the west, while the memory of her presence 
 is as a soft twilight that lingers long behind a bright 
 departed day. This is the after-effect upon those perceiv- 
 ing woman's attributes, and today the fancy of self-will and 
 the stern machinery of manhood is often checked and dis- 
 appointed and many times pulled from its parlelitude to 
 
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 excavate and tunnel mountains of scientific and philosphi- 
 cal reasoning. Indeed, to hew a new way to the gates of 
 Paradise, and can I get you to believe, from the pinning 
 of leaves to the height of man's civilization, moral, physi- 
 cal, social, mental economical political and spiritual, his 
 welfare has never lost her image in the world currency? 
 She is the glorification of the American eagle, and without 
 a wave of hate and superstition she has crossed the thres- 
 hold of fear and doubt, and today the balcony of scientific 
 Inventions is filled with Mary Baker Eddys, and Harriet 
 Beecher Stowes, promulgating and discriminating and 
 eliminating with a comprehensive view of the welfare of 
 her sex. Holding the strings of viversection she believes 
 that suffrage is her only hope. 'Tis now she fails to trust 
 the off-spring of her body, and, believe me, not until this 
 human frame forms anew the flowers of perfection and 
 hope, will the powers of her conviction shrink. Can we 
 believe that the All-wise has invested her with the crown- 
 ing advice and will power of a senator or solicitor to lift 
 America out of the pitfall of grave criticism? Believe me, 
 on the threshold of night and the stern brink the wrong, 
 where deception isa daily practice, should we wonder if she 
 sought to finger the cradle of adversity and detention and 
 cry aloud, omitting every semi-tone in the scale, she under- 
 stands and believes that earth's glories are truly a self- 
 possessed dominion that is in reach of all living, and with- 
 out hesitation she catches the vital cord, reaches an ulti- 
 mate conclusion, ipulls off for the station of suffrage as she 
 whips the rail. We censure her schedule, but, believe me, 
 the moguls of success and the joy of American pride are 
 under her survey. 
 
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 What holdeth thy fancy and lovely charms, curious mother 
 of us all? 
 
 What gives such cantata and press the wits all, caught 
 by the lilies of the South, a blaze of beauty, bright, 
 and by the water of the deep a glimmer of light. 
 
 Mother of us all! Thou art a bachantic god, uncon- 
 trolled by and unconscious of thy self, but forever form- 
 ing and constituting unrestricted posts of fancy and 
 warmth, possessed with an artistic character, utilizing 
 empty space and with Lydian airs of mirth and strengthen- 
 ing and ennobling the vocabulary of science, stretching 
 her powerful arms across the universe and ever mingling 
 a selfish touch, a problem for tomorrow's chemist, botan- 
 ist and biologist, furnishing modes for research, plotting 
 and tying cords of reason to baffle the procedure of human 
 skill and to stop the engine of fancy and furnish instan^^es 
 of contradictions in every fixed code of judgm.ent and 
 classification, and can I get you to believe, she holds per- 
 petual control of the ages with the brush of beauty? The 
 invisible touch with the organic, or inorganic, is an abso- 
 lute defeat for the artist of today, and, therefore, the 
 invisible workman still leads and handicaps his competi- 
 tors in the test of art. Somehow we endeavor to search 
 through some of the classes of nature to wit, and from 
 what we determine or believe or from a careful observa- 
 tion of the organic, only the chemist and the truth scien- 
 tific are indeed surceptible, the physic subject being elimi- 
 nated, and yet, in the still passages of attention, our minds 
 are put to hard study, which is the only true way to de- 
 velop real manhood. Granting, by a clear conception, that 
 cohesion. Is logical — attraction, the modes of transparency 
 
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 flirting with the machinery of wisdom, and holding her 
 plank in the opportion of the universe, conveying to the 
 veins of the earth molicules of mineral salts and function- 
 ing in the roots of the organic and preserving every state 
 of self-preservation inserting anew a context the principle 
 procedure. 
 
 Blessed by the mighty myths, 
 
 Thy potent frills, and turn 
 Sweet statue a million heights 
 
 Thy sinews lowly burn. 
 Like the Northern silly maid> 
 
 Dashed by the Eolian winds, 
 Pierced by mighty thunder clouds. 
 With great pump force descends. 
 
 Nature, the tree grower, we should know but thy prime, 
 through invention and research. Life, will be sold at 20c 
 per pound, men will purchase and live for ever. 
 
Industry 
 
 How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? And when wilt 
 thou awake out of thy sleep? The sleeper has a very 
 ancient pedigree; O thou sluggard, as I see it. The unpaid 
 debts they owed, because of a long sleep, and, believe me, 
 sleep is sometimes fatal in a world that bristles with prob- 
 lems of vital importance and interest, the ninth hour man 
 will hardly get a showing. A little sleep and a little slum- 
 ber, a little folding of the hands to sleep. 
 
 It was yesterday the problem of sleep was ridiculed, and 
 the balm of morning air penetrated and filled the room of 
 a fourteen-hour dozer and a tenth grade idler. The bugle 
 call from pool room, dance halls, movies, gambling palls 
 are heard from the North to the South pole, and by the 
 tens of thousands they are perpetuating the slums and 
 chaingang machinery, boiling eggs of ill-fame and manu- 
 facturing sorrow's crank and sweating fiery tears. A call 
 from the schools, churches, business quarters, shops, farms, 
 is heard. Is it possible to continue a deep sleep while ham- 
 mers are calling and sending an invitation almost in per- 
 petual sounds. Wake up, break that deep snore, through 
 idleness the house falls. Well, believe me, there is a lion 
 in the streets to slay the slothful man. 
 
 I went by the field of the slothful and by the vineyard 
 of a man void of understanding, and, lo, it was all grown 
 over with thorns and nettles had covered the face of it. 
 Wherever there's an idle brain the sleep will be deep and 
 late, but such thou a man diligent in his business, he shall 
 stand before kings; he shall not stand before me9.1i men. 
 
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 We must respect any man who is diligent in his business, 
 who stands for industry and holds up the banner of labor, 
 for there is but one safe conquorer for every ill, and 
 that is labor. Like a giant or the arm of fulcrum, or the 
 pressure of an hydrolic ram, she bends habit until she 
 becomes a custom, ditches forests of want and disappoint- 
 ment, washes and drains villages of self-conceit and turns 
 the pulley of salvation to humanity. Industry kisses the 
 hand of adversity, dethrones the kingdom of ill-gotten gain 
 and spreads the shawl of comfort to all that will have it, 
 and travels upon paths of marble in due season. 
 
 Move on, old conquoring king, 
 
 Take hold .a better sway; 
 Catch your thousands in your ring, 
 
 And break that day play. 
 
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 The Winds 
 
 How severe the mighty winds 
 
 Come over the hills — how oft descends 
 
 Royal as a king so wild; 
 
 He blows his quill as tho* a child, 
 
 He tours the ountain'ms lofty peak, 
 
 And makes the shady elms squeak; 
 
 He bows adieu to the golden sun, 
 
 A peptic dance the work begun; 
 
 He pluks the brightest anthos fair, 
 
 The stem alone is left to share; 
 The Southern lily a beauty form, 
 
 A vow of nature bright and warn; 
 He brings Elysian songs so near, 
 
 In gentle airs we can't but hear; 
 Emissions of his triffled song, 
 To man who left the right for wrong; 
 He left a frowning form to take 
 The course that Nalvirean ne'er forsake; 
 Through every cooling wintry breeze, 
 He plays his part over land and sea&, 
 From mountain top to azure blue. 
 From exile fields to heights so true. 
 From despised tears and hatred looks. 
 From dismal days and thunder nooks. 
 From east to west there swol'd the main; 
 From lowly dells and pits of shame. 
 The sun himself seem'd with' a fright; 
 On wintry days and chilly nights, 
 
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 To see his beaming colors bright, 
 'Twill grieve us not — 'tis our delight; 
 His blood-like mission seals his looks, 
 His manly worth, his share he took; 
 At once my interposing strain 
 Pleads for mercy all in vain; 
 No earthly king could put his hand 
 Upon the winds a mighty man. 
 
 This is my plea — I board the train, 
 Meeting my friends upon the main; 
 Holding the secrets in my heart, 
 The winds of life must tear apart; 
 And this is my conception true. 
 And this alone, none else will do; 
 None but the towering hills that height, 
 Where the winds pour their theme of life, 
 Can man in his true aim decide , 
 Sail over the deep, surmount the tide, 
 Depress the winds back to the caves, 
 Take hold on life and millions save. 
 And sway the thunder as he please, 
 And take revenge with perfect ease; 
 Take not my lamp to light the skies. 
 Though thunders send their lowly cries; 
 Thus still I hold my perishing hand. 
 To grasp that cord the golden strand; 
 Yet dreadful though I must decay. 
 And like the leaves must bleach away; 
 And with the winds that come so dear, 
 To autumn fields make dark and sear; 
 
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 Though swayed by lust of gain at will, 
 Repeat the story, Peace, be still! 
 But still the high winds ever blew, 
 My shadow castle through and through; 
 At length I cried aloud, king! 
 Lend me thy chorus, help to sing. 
 Beyond the echos of the wind; 
 Withold my life from downward send. 
 Or if my friends would but sustain; 
 Ills forms of air do thou refrain. 
 For in my heart I now decide; 
 Vain glories true are not thy pride, 
 For in myself there is a trust. 
 From thence no winds can ever thrust. 
 
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 Mirth 
 
 They crushed her down in their own mind desire, 
 But she was more than men could ever be. 
 And wept because they could not then annoy 
 Her scented air, a citadel, to enjoy. 
 Their thoughts would vanish against their sacred will 
 When they would breathe the assent linger ■till. 
 But when there stood in circumstance around , 
 Thinking of her loss, their sympathy did abound, 
 While others scoffed she held her hands to see. 
 And noble men bought her rights and liberty. 
 'Tis true her faults they, too, began to scan, 
 When grace and truth arose a pittied hand; 
 'Twas duty that prompted the vital call; 
 To be honest, true, just to one and all. 
 
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 / Remember 
 
 Dear mother, do you remember 
 The saddest of our night, 
 
 When our blessed little Ambrose 
 Took his heavenly flight? 
 
 Did not our hearts really ache, 
 When with fever he did take; 
 
 How we tried for his life's sake, 
 That awful fever then to break. 
 
 Tell me how, at last befell 
 
 Our boy we all loved so well; 
 
 Well, while sitting on a porch 
 When a sneeze and then a choke. 
 
 Then beneath a weakly spell 
 Seized him truly and he fell. 
 
 Then his body began to shake. 
 And, alas, he ne'er did awake! 
 
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 A Story of Long Ago 
 
 Come gather around, little ones, 
 
 A story I will tell; 
 How we built the beautiful temple — 
 
 The temple we love so well. 
 We had but precious little money 
 
 For a temple to begin, 
 But you listen to me kindly, 
 
 How we came out at the end. 
 
 Oh! we had an awful morning, 
 'Twas a very blustery day, 
 
 There came up a terrible storm, 
 And blew it all away. 
 
 Our souls seem'd in a melting ray, 
 In our bodies all that day; 
 
 We had to strive to build another, 
 In the same old way. 
 
 Oh, no! I shall not forget that day, — 
 My heart sighs for those away, 
 
 And tears of sad regret I say. 
 
 Strive, strive to build another day! 
 
 But once again our temple stands. 
 As beautiful as ever before, 
 
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 I wonder will there come a storm, 
 And carry our blessed temple o'er? 
 
 So you see, my dear little ones, 
 
 The thing for you to do, 
 When'er you build one temple, 
 
 Strive for your life to build two. 
 
 'Twas too bad to have no temple, 
 That you little ones can set, 
 
 So we truly have decided 
 When we build, to build three. 
 
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 A Few Thoughts About Life 
 
 When the many wheels of life are stopped, 
 And the pulse beats from us are gone, 
 Then we hope to meet together 
 In perfect peace around the thorne. 
 
 Oh! we wil Itriumph there forever. 
 When we the grateful chorus raise, 
 Singing each anthem for our Saviour, 
 Sing aloud the grateful praise. 
 
 When at the pearly gates Vve stand, 
 Waiting to join the mighty band. 
 There is no fear of his control, 
 When walking on the streets of gold. 
 
 Behold the streets of purest gold. 
 The children on them take a stroll, 
 And yet a brighter hope I see, 
 A lovely home prepared for me. 
 
 Solemn and tender was the voice. 
 That through the gale their seems to rush, 
 To this dark world he bids farewell, 
 The sweetest echo rose and fell. 
 
 'Tis true the brighter day has dawned 
 Upon my soul this lovely morn; 
 There is a maize through which I gaze. 
 Adorned in white and purple rays. 
 
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 The winds of life shall ever blow, 
 The mighty wheel of time, you know, 
 Though gradually revolves so slow. 
 The mighty marking cycles show. 
 
 So let us then be balanced well, 
 In mind and strength this truth to tell. 
 In Babel's highest cathedral spire 
 We can't but have a brighter sphere. 
 
 When my crown to me is given, 
 'Twill pay for all that I have striven; 
 'Tis the great hope that heaven sends 
 To welcome faithful travelers in. 
 
 But when the winds of life shall stop, 
 And all our hopes will grieve us not, 
 Oh would my faith the greater be. 
 While trusting in thy liberty! 
 
 When darkness closes 'round my room. 
 And death will greet us as a groom, 
 'Twill not be sad for us to know; 
 Our toils are o'er forever more. 
 
 When God shall front our ev'ry cause. 
 We may not think to stop or pause. 
 For joy will fill our souls .with ease; 
 That fades not thro' Eternity's peace. 
 
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 Gone 
 
 The past is o*er. 
 
 Lay it aside without regret; 
 
 And sigh no more. 
 
 Shut in the mind 
 
 The par-hlon avenues the door 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
 Close memory's door 
 
 Against her struggles, strife and woe, 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
 Weep thou no more, 
 
 Tell tears that dreadful day is d©ad 
 
 And gone before. 
 
 That sun has set 
 
 Behind thee to rise no more — 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
 Grieve thou no more, 
 
 Those tearful eyes smile and forget — 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
 There is in store, 
 
 Methinks, great joy surpassed before- 
 
 Smile as of yore. 
 
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 Wilt thou forget, 
 
 The pain, the labor and the sweat, 
 
 And shut the door? 
 
 Bid them adieu. 
 
 Who whisper through a veil to you 
 
 As if untrue. 
 
 Their ways anon — 
 
 Tho' seem a lingering repast, 
 
 Their days are o'er. 
 
 Can troubles bind 
 
 That joyous thrill that floats the gale, 
 
 And hopes bend back? 
 
 The way is sure, 
 
 A lane supports the lawn before 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
 Haste! open the way 
 
 To Golgotha's mount, break thou, O day, 
 
 Bright as before. 
 
 The past is o'er, 
 
 Her sun no more to gleam adore- 
 Just as before. 
 
 Look now before 
 
 And not behind thee, do not fret— 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
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 High o'er our head 
 
 Hangs that dark dread of that great past 
 
 With her bloodshed. 
 
 Look o'er the shore 
 
 And count the ships at sea below 
 
 And see them go. 
 
 They sink, that tells 
 
 The story, well you wish to know; 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
 Like tangle walks, 
 
 Remembrance wakes her busy train 
 
 To ruln'd grounds. 
 
 Where once there stood 
 
 The fir, the pine and the dogwood — 
 
 The lifeless plains. 
 
 Where elapsed years 
 
 Return to view the past to pain — 
 
 To life again. 
 
 With all my heart 
 
 I take my solitary rounds 
 
 Through ruin'd grounds. 
 
 Where exalted sat 
 
 Radium ease, much to be adored, 
 
 In days of yore. 
 
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 No breeze flies o'er. 
 
 No clouds imbibe the setting sun, 
 
 From shore to shore. 
 
 With tears and smiles, 
 
 Like souls that balance joy and pain, 
 
 Remote again. 
 
 Some spirit'd waked string 
 Precedes the dying note that ring 
 That sealed the tone. 
 
 Hark! hark! 'tis hush'd, 
 
 The sound recedes the mountain tone 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
 Can the breezes, 
 
 The witch note from so distant spell, 
 
 'Tis passed! Farewell! 
 
 The thrilling lull 
 
 From comet of receded worlds, 
 
 'Tis now resounding. 
 
 Back in the cave 
 
 Behind our grand sire's lowly grave 
 
 The note abounding. 
 
 Despising you 
 
 I tuni my back to worlds elsewhere — 
 
 The past is o'er. 
 
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 Oh, but 'tis done! 
 
 Yon sun-lit brow reflect again 
 
 The last repast. 
 
 But thou, O' Past! 
 
 Pure stream in whose transparent wave 
 Is washed away. 
 
 And changeth not. 
 
 In storm, in sunshine and in showers, 
 
 Thy lowly bowers. 
 
 Speak of the day 
 
 Your arch of triumph is to rise 
 
 To life again. 
 
 Now look, will you! 
 
 Ye future lamps reflect the past, 
 
 To live at last. 
 
What the Women Did in 
 the War 
 
 Can we comprehend already and precisely the length, 
 breadth, width of her most excellent service? Can we 
 appreciate with profound admiration and sympathy the 
 hand that held the balm healing under the banner of adver- 
 sity? To singleize: We find her rendering first aid service 
 to her sons; in the hospitals she was always ready with 
 bandages and antiseptics and to render the service of the 
 hour; she has written the sign of gallantry and intrepid 
 bravery as a motto upon the Stars and Stripes. Her ser- 
 vices without request demand some consideration with 
 monarchs, lords, satraps, republics and democratic govern- 
 ments throughout the earth; she has fingered the cross; 
 the cross of blood, through the Red Cross; with an undying 
 grasp and carried it to the heights of democracy and 
 American civilization, and she has been instrumenial in 
 stamping American citizenship in the loftiest peaks and 
 heights of human and philosophical reasoning. She has 
 planted the cross, the Red Cross, the cross of liberty, of 
 justice and righteousness to all, in the sight of all, that all 
 might sustain her efforts. It was through her efforts and 
 the sign of the cross, by the help of Him that will do right; 
 she assisted in feeding her millions at ohme and abroad, 
 taking a microscopic research, and a trend of philosophical 
 reasoning; and the ultimate conclusion will be: She has 
 been no less than a prime factor in the summing up the 
 victory achieved in this late world's rebellion; the free 
 
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 will service she rendered to her wounded aons and hus- 
 bands is only one of the phases of a character; the feeding 
 another, but the vital and best gift was herself, "Shameful 
 ere the sound; necessity demanded it, and it was done." 
 Summing up this vital and all important question: With 
 which I deem, no pen, talent, brain or intellect can paint 
 and inscribe fully, the service that the woman was to the 
 country in the world war. 
 
 Certainly, we praise her for strong perceptive faculties. 
 She has been able to comprehend the slightest shades of 
 difference and dethrone disfranchisement, and ardently, 
 with a soul of love, veins of red blood, under the shadow 
 of a double cross, the first the Cross of Calvary and the 
 second the Red Cross, she helps to save the nations, and if 
 I wore the sox of Johnson, or the first of Franklin or 
 Shakespeare, or held the receptive qualities of the immor- 
 tal triad, Webster, Clay and Calhoun, with all their elo- 
 quence to my mind, I should not then be able to give to 
 this subject full credence that justice demands. 
 
 List! The booms and roaring cannon, 
 
 Hark! the sudden hush that, all; 
 Mothers, the joy is crushed anon, 
 
 Hope has made her vital call. 
 Ardently, with voices singing. 
 
 Sweet the echo scands the breeze; 
 Hearts are full, anthems ringing, 
 
 Birdies listing in the trees. 
 In the cross of Christ and glory. 
 
 Treads the million footsteps low, 
 Women singing redemption story, 
 
 As she under its shadow go. 
 
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 Style 
 
 It is not an easy matter to give a precise idea of what 
 is meant by style. The best definition I am able to pre- 
 dict of it is the peculiar manner in which man expresses 
 his conception by means of language. It is different from 
 mere language. In fact an author employs such words as 
 he may think proper and faultless, and yet his style may 
 be dry, stifE or feeble or affected. In style there is always 
 some reference to an author's manner of thinking. It is 
 a picture of the ideas which arise in his mind and the 
 manner in which they arise there; and, therefore, when 
 we sometimes examine an author's composition we find it 
 hard to separate the style from the sentiment. No won- 
 der the two should be so intimately connected, as style is 
 nothing else than the thoughts which are readily assumed. 
 
 Hence, different countries have been noted for different 
 styles suited to their temper and genius. The Eastern na- 
 tions animate their styles with strong and hyperbolical 
 figures. The Athenians, a polished and acute people, clear 
 and neat in every form; the Asratics, gay and loose in 
 form, affected in style florid and diffused, and many of the 
 like sort of styles exist among the French and English and 
 Spanish. But there are only two headings, two only, as to 
 style, given by these names — perspicuity and ornament. 
 Perspicuity will be readily admitted as the fundamental 
 quality of style, a quality so essential to every kind of 
 writing that without it nothing can atone; without it the 
 richest ornament of style only glimmers hrough the dark 
 
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 Therefore, we should first of all make clear the subject 
 of our discourse, for we understand that perspicuity in 
 writing is not to be considered as merely a sort of nega- 
 tive virtue or freedom from defect. It has a higher merit 
 and is a degree of positive beauty. We are pleased with 
 the author whose style flows like a limpid stream that 
 where we can see the very bottom. Perspicuity consid- 
 ered with respect to words and phrases, requires the three 
 qualities in them — purity, prosperity, precision. 
 
 Again I say, style may be strictly English, without 
 Scoticism or Gallicism or grammatical irregular expres- 
 sion of any kind, and nevertheless be deficient of per- 
 spicuity. 
 
 Let us consider the import of precision in language, 
 which is the highest part of quality denoted by perspicuity. 
 The exact precision may be drawn from the etymology 
 of the word, praeidere to cut out. Its import is re- 
 trenching all superfluities and pruning all expressions so 
 as to exhibit an exact copy of all who use it. 
 
 Let us view the use and importance in precision. We 
 clearly understand that we can only view one thing well 
 at a time. If we are to look at three objects which closely 
 connect in resemblance, we sometimes find ourselves con- 
 fused and embarrassed. We cannot clearly preceive in 
 what they agree or in what they differ. Therefore, we 
 clearly see the important use of precision. 
 
 Now let us observe a few remarks from perspicuity and 
 precision such as austerity, severity, rigor. We under- 
 stand austerity relates to a manner of living, severity of 
 thinking, rigor of punishing, but let us note the precision 
 surprised, astonished, amazed and confounded. I am sur- 
 
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 prised with what's new, astonished with what is great, 
 amazed with what is incomprehensible and confounded 
 by what is shocking. Note the precision, therefore I detest 
 the loose style. I renounce my ideal and only, and alone, 
 is my password. I say a copy is not entire nor is it com- 
 plete without perspicuity. 
 
 We again note the precision of "entire" and "complete," 
 a man may have an entire house, without one complete 
 apartment. So with man in style. He becomes a heir to 
 the many forms, without the one complete. So and even 
 so in language. Nevertheless, I believe infant simplicity 
 is one of the iron hands in affecting style, for when an 
 author wishes strength he serves to rock the cradle of 
 simplicity and veil in the curtains of similes he must 
 travel the pat hof purity and insure a perfect style. 
 
 Alone, an exile away, 
 
 Without ornament or beauty, 
 
 Without power of prey. 
 
 Only a standpoint in nature 
 
 And the grief of a lonely betray, 
 
 Without the motor of perspicuity, so only, and 
 alone, 
 
 I stay loose from the stream of precision 
 
 Sloping towards high and low, 
 
 Forgetting the art of purity, give heed to the 
 downward flow. 
 
 Missing the limped stream, to vail its brinks 
 with shadows green, 
 
 I wonder alone, away, and only am I to stay. 
 
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 Life 
 
 To my mind there is no part so vital and important in 
 the mechanicism of man as the one expressed in this sub- 
 ject as I see it, — a comprehensive knowledge. First, the 
 miscroscope had to be acquired with a vast supply of real 
 scientific study, not until the careful hand of conservatism, 
 established; histology, or the scythe of uiversection be- 
 came the vehicle and maid of surgery, and the quaint 
 extract of the pollus of the field, opened the door to the 
 subscioncious, did the study of life become feasible. Life, 
 the all-animating and invisible ultimate, carries in its 
 arms millions of reproductive molecules and sinews that 
 graple and import the visible physique. The mighty Deity, 
 Bhrowded the vital plant behind the curtains of nature, 
 and the scientist, chemist and biologist cannot know the 
 exact soil or substance surceptible, or unravel the mysteries 
 of infinite origin. Believe me, in the margin of the un- 
 known still lingers a secret and sacred path yet to be 
 trodden in a comprehensive way by humanity. The 
 alchemist, in a liquidated procedure, thought of its com- 
 position to know, being confounded in his calculation sub- 
 sided to an ultimate, and today we are as far from the 
 tree, as reason can express it, 
 
 "Somewhere in the dim unknown lies a hidden bifth; 
 Sparkling with precious stones a billions worth." 
 
 When we turn our face toward that psychic region we 
 
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 throw ourselves upon the fancy of imagination, and until 
 some philosophical speculation and scientific reasoning 
 admiration has lost its basic principle and in a figure too 
 large for enumeration, we stand with a form of wonder 
 and contemplation, searching empty stores of bashful 
 ignorance and ingratitude trying to comprehend fully and 
 precisely the potent fabrics of life. It is a requirement of 
 full worth, believe me. We hear the whistling birds, roar- 
 ing seas and feel the presence of air, friends and health, 
 but the vital spark still lingers in the invisible and un- 
 known lurking between the poles of perfection and bear- 
 ing signs that human brain have not been able to interpret. 
 In my last echo, upon the signs of animation, or mootion, 
 there is no hand to inter to deeper resources. 
 
 "Vital flame with unknown substance burn, 
 Man and atom of thy quiescent urn." 
 
 Should we underrate, by far, the value of the scholastic 
 philosophy or the wheel of industry and reason, or even 
 that of speculative psychology, the hand of achievement 
 and success could no longer lie hidden. Scientific experi- 
 mentation alone and self-study singleizes and impart 
 through introspection. Of the mental states the vital plant, 
 fertile and springing with higher conceptions of account- 
 ability which must compel respect and consideration. 
 
 Today there burns a little flame that shall never go out. 
 Whistling and singing and walking about; 
 Moved by impression and fought by the foe, 
 She creates her fancies and ongard go. 
 
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 Somewhere in myself I can see — vital plant, sheltered 
 under the eaves of eternity, embracing like substance in 
 the palaces of real memory. 
 
 Should we in the future tell, 
 Through a real psychic spell, 
 There will be happiness here to sell. 
 Men will buy it and do well. 
 
 Life, the ever-abounding plant, hides her roots in like 
 substance behind the curtains of nature in the dim un- 
 known. 
 
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 Woman Suffrage America's 
 Salvation 
 
 There is no heart, head or soul to think of or grant to 
 American citizenship its needs, but, mother, nothing 
 nobler, the care for the ballot is not all, but administra- 
 tion, counsel and achievement, more of real accomplished 
 or efficient service, to some extent, the bogus folly and 
 frivolities of petty counsels have punctured the valve of 
 long suffering and so long have the rag-weeds of negleect 
 grown in the parlor eaves of a selfish pride that today the 
 common wealth of our country, without woman's suffrage, 
 is without some vital thought. To my mind, she has 
 fought the foe of her country with intrepid bravery, drank 
 the cup of blood instead of water, bound the pains and 
 sighs up in the napkin of Stars and Stripes, gave freely 
 her last farthing and to those who held the staff of admir- 
 ation and love, gave flesh and bone. Suffrage is quite too 
 small an aspect to prey upon the idea that she is still 
 the weaker sex, and is by far too frivolous and claims per- 
 verse reasoning. There is no den too dark for mother if 
 the cry of son is heard. Is it unjust to suppose that her 
 counsel is not true philosophy until the sheath of the ark? 
 Be mindful of the ark. The law is wanting for perfection 
 and the country needs competent men. 
 
 Decades and ages have passed, monarch's thrones and 
 empires perished, man, firing the moguls of adversity, 
 plowing furrows of imperfection and greed, giving exhibi- 
 tion of non-deminishing ignorance, stirring his nation 
 
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 with a stimulant and settling them with a sedation shame- 
 ful to my mind. An invitation of reason should always be 
 welcome. Today's cry is, Look about you. Sir, cum- 
 spect. The mole is excavating a cellar and mother knows 
 that reason will not reach the city of tangibility, nor coil 
 the wig of knowledge, nor plant the reed of comfort to 
 our true Americans, and because of that primary mode of 
 the psyachic activity, which is none other than the feel- 
 ing of her modest soul, she breaks the chain that has held 
 her spotless and sinless, compassion entering the struggle 
 at zero points between pleasure and pain. Despondency 
 is creeping into vital seats of state. She chucks the ram 
 of hope and booming the congressional globe, pulling piers 
 from the foundation of political kingdoms and setting the 
 domestic clock as a timepiece for her nation. Is suffrage 
 so fearful? There is no voice like mother's, no heart so 
 kind and true, no love so tender, no friend to do, and to 
 say the suffrage is unavidable is shameful, but a neces- 
 sity. If it is unfortunate for the women, it shows defeated 
 man power and like Homer, Shakespeare and Milton, who 
 sought to make nature give up her treasures, she has be- 
 gan a star gazing through the political world in self-de- 
 fense. 
 
 Believe me, through her perceptive medium she is ob- 
 serving almost every detail, even the shape, color, streak, 
 spot, movements of the body and sometimes the period, 
 through to the visible conception. Today she is plunder- 
 ing the paths to which is the grant of creation, accosting 
 her son and husband in higher Ideals and ennobling and 
 promulgating some points of interest. 
 
 Now, shall we listen with profound and sublime patience 
 
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 or shall we In blind ignorance and superstition propagate 
 and defer? Is there not enough in what we call English 
 language to express ourselves in modulation to strip a 
 bean of its leaves. Does not change the nature of the 
 plant, or to grant suffrage to mother. Does not misuse 
 domestic friendship nor spoil the courtesies of the lady 
 of the land. 
 
 Looking forward to accomplish the task, to which states- 
 men, lawyers and doctors, preachers, teachers, lords and 
 presidents deny, I will say that there is no cry of pity, 
 but necessity, held by the hand of influence, domesticated 
 in the writs, citizenship and 
 
 "If an issue you can't avoid. 
 
 Just meet it. 
 Heart to heart and hand to hand, 
 Just greet it." 
 
 There is no one to tune the vital cords nor play the 
 organ of necessity to the good of humanity, but the ark 
 that bore it, and wherever the call is made, the cry is 
 heard — the suffragettes are right. 
 
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 Seize the Opportunity of 
 Today 
 
 In the divisions of life there is time present, past, and 
 time to come. What we have done is certain. What 
 we expect to do is short. What we do is sure. The 
 purest part of life runs fast and leaves only the dregs 
 at the bottom — that which is good for nothing else. Then 
 while time and circumstances allow, my surest appeal 
 is to seize the opportunity which bespeaks the subject 
 with which I am to proceed. 
 
 First, every man should strive to some end, and that 
 should be for good, not for himself only, but for his fellow 
 man also. Every man should delight in carrying his part 
 of life's burdens. Shoulder some responsibility regard- 
 less of opposition. I believe it is a poor sheep that trust 
 his life to the wolf, as well as I believe the sharpest ar- 
 row comes from the hidden bow. In a critical world like 
 ours, I believe a man should guard against all except 
 what is real. He should be his own judge about what 
 class of figures he leaves on exhibition for those who 
 is to follow in his footprints. 
 
 The negligent is the only class to suffer the abuses and 
 hardship of the world. Legally he stands alone under 
 the burden of this great country, and when I say "only," 
 I mean there is no other of the same kind, and when 
 I say "alone," I mean one and no more. Therefore, allow 
 me to say unto you — strive, strive today to seize the 
 
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 opportunity. We should bind words of pride around in- 
 gratitude so that we may change its nature as well as name 
 likewise self-conceit, envy, avarice. This is a familiar say- 
 ing, 'The negligent is a good workman, but he is late every 
 morning.' It is true that my people must practice regu- 
 larity, to return good for good is inhumain, to return evil 
 for good is diabolical. When we are in need of a benefit 
 there is nothing dearer; when we have it, there is nothing 
 cheaper; and if we cannot use the benefit for the purpose, 
 we care less for the author. People follow their interests. 
 One man is grateful for his convenience; another is un- 
 grateful for the same reason; so the complaint reaches 
 all men, especially the negligent. The son wishing the 
 death of father, and father the son, and the negligent need 
 to quit off on it, and look for opportunities ,strive to make 
 something come to past. Does not the lawyer seek the 
 fortune of the doctor, the doctor's practice to gain by the 
 corruption of age? This may seem a little undone, but 
 every man should strive to some end, and that should be 
 the one he is fitted for. God has blessed the light, that 
 we might find treasures, but most of us will have dark- 
 ness. He who puts a good hint in my head puts a good 
 word in my mouth unless a blockhead has it, and then 
 there is obligation on both sides. 
 
 It is true Providence and skill, powerful to expose com- 
 mon affairs. Leave off the commons. Strive to create 
 something. Press the electric button of common sense. The 
 virtue I recommend is high and illustrious. It will cause 
 a reckoning in the mind of man to reach it, and the very 
 despair of our coming to our fate should give us courage 
 to encounter it. It is true some of us are kept in poverty, 
 
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 some in prosperity, but alas! and withal, we are but re- 
 served for the hands of death. Nature brings forth one 
 generation in the one hand and with her mighty arm 
 and tender voice she gently draws back another. Nature 
 has both a law and guide, but her spiritual seed is covered 
 behind the mount of crises, to the learned chemist of today. 
 Although he makes his daily strides perceiving, he has not 
 been able to describe the features of old Mother Nature. 
 The idea is whether he owes his failure to defiance, to 
 chemistry or to Providence is the question for consider- 
 ation. We believe man to be a work — reason compound. 
 When he strives to make use of his best thoughts in the 
 event of man, we believe reason, and reason will meet 
 and privacy and knowledge will be the fruits of a past 
 opportunity. 
 
 Again, I say, strive to be present to seize the opportunity 
 Why should man continue on his weak side. In cases where 
 he has to consider the circumstances, if it is a child, say it 
 was ignorant, if woman, mistaken; if by command, a ne- 
 cessity. We must distinguish between what a man cannot 
 and wil do. The idea is give away to wise men and do not 
 squabble with fools but try to make the best of ea«h day. 
 He that is over us may be allowed to keep drowsy. If it 
 is a man's duty to love his country, then he must be kind 
 to countrymen. If veneration be to the whole, so is piety 
 al^o to the past. Without a love and care of the past, the 
 whole can never be preserved. Let this be a guide to us. 
 deny a pardon that does not hurt either the giver or re- 
 ceiver. The negligent should stand as firm against in- 
 dignities as a rock against a wave. The wisest of men 
 living is without the same excuse. The negligent must 
 
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 think of evry thing, accept everything in order to come 
 to be something. The negligent man's great fault is that 
 he is willing to do what he is not willing to suffer. 
 
 When the other fellow does a shrewd turn, forces the 
 cry in, I have done him no hurt. I may live to do as much 
 for him as that comes to. What, if a man does over 
 shoot himself, he can go but the distance. The question 
 is, Be eagle-eyed, soar high and regularly against immor- 
 ality, against slothfulness against anger. In this way It 
 will be even an Apostle Paul. For us to miss the oppor* 
 tunities of today. 
 
 It is true the weak oftimes think themselves wounded 
 when they are not touched. It is death to some of us to 
 have others sit above us, just as if other bodies were not 
 honest enough for the cushion. One negligent sees another 
 digging and desires him to quit because it makes him weary 
 to look at him. You are right when we are weakened in 
 our pleasures. Everything grows intolerable but it is like 
 waging war with a rfver instead of your enemy — lose in 
 the one and overcome by the other. 
 
 There is nothing that breeds anger except an effeminate 
 education, and he that is addicted to anger should use a 
 moderate diet the negligent as a sect should do his best 
 to overcome. He must be governor or be governed. What- 
 soever we design we should first take measure. The in- 
 juries that press hardest upon us are those which either 
 we have not deserved or not expected. And how unsocial 
 it is to reach the highest point first, for it spares neither 
 friend nor foe. A wise man in some cases may need 
 counsel. Not that a man be allowed to change colors, but 
 that he be allowed to re-dress. It is no shame to keep 
 
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 that you have but you should endeavor to overcome by 
 the way of ways and make the best of opportunities oi 
 today. 
 
 Again I say unto you, the negligent should stand at 
 attention, for wisdom and knowledge or colorless. The 
 idea is whosoever will. Then let us think for ourselves, 
 for by our thoughts we are known. It is true when the 
 mind does not know the fact, it forms images of what 
 there may be, but when the fact is given, the idea is to 
 try the curiosity of the thing. So I say unto you, in 
 an imperfect world like ours a life spent in building 
 morals is the only life worth living. I assure you that 
 the progress of today is like unto a young giant going 
 forth with bewildering strides, perceiving and surveying 
 all things. The question is, Have you an idea to support 
 the arm of progress of today? If so, make the best use 
 of your opportunity. 
 
 I believe that conservatism and progress are the two 
 poles of culture, and I believe the aim of every man of 
 culture is to better make use of the opportunities of 
 
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 Something of Rest 
 
 Sleep on and on with every care, 
 So sweet to rest from pain and tears; 
 'Tis now thy labor has an end, 
 And Justice as thy truest friend. 
 Can man and wit tempt thee to wrong, 
 When secluded and unalarmed? 
 As vulture steals the greatest charm, 
 Tho' housed and kept by mighty arms. 
 So absolute thy rest sublime, 
 Attend the heart and v/eary mind; 
 Ah, that indeed we need compare, 
 And ask a friend with you to share; 
 Without a form of fear to take. 
 The strain that nature ne'er forsake; 
 With her the s-jjjjpetest chords are sung. 
 And so renown thy harp is strung; 
 Rest, joy, encompasses us around, 
 Tho' envy us seek to abound; 
 The smiling hope she would but tear, 
 Should there be none concluded there? 
 Sweet charm of life and pastime shade, 
 Convert the land where rest invade; 
 With lovely charms, the looks reprove, 
 In lovely lawns that can't be moved; 
 While secret bowers thee embrace. 
 Swell thy sport, makes great the place. 
 Can desolation fade thy hue? 
 And show itself again anew? 
 
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 On yonder hill no rest is found, 
 
 And angels peeping in a frown. 
 
 Sweet star of rest make now thy bloom, 
 
 Along the lawn of yonder gloom, 
 
 For there is no great hope to rise, 
 
 Allume the azure of the skies. 
 
 Think of the grave where men decay. 
 
 In silent rest they bleach away; 
 
 Couth lily of distress and woe, 
 
 We turn thanks to thee we owe 
 
 Comfort the witty hearts to grace, 
 
 And bless them as no other place. 
 
 Beneath thy shadow, yea, so bare, 
 
 Profoundest rest my every care; 
 
 Thy chant in sweetest chords are raised. 
 
 In art, full measure, we give praise. 
 
 When kneeling down to thee we say: 
 
 Come, thou sweet rest, to me this day, 
 
 So long my wish for thee is sent. 
 
 To bring me sleep and sweet content, 
 
 And yet so long may be my toil; 
 
 So mixed with all that's vain to spoil, 
 
 Tho' calm, serene thy blessed spring. 
 
 Exalting every human king. 
 
 Oh, may not I my crown prevent. 
 
 Nor my sweet peace be broke or rent, 
 
 But like the sun its rays to give. 
 
 The blessed light of life at will. 
 
 So may it be with thee my charm, 
 
 So fixed, so stayed and unalarmed; 
 
 So purified with skill as day. 
 
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 Tho' time existing, slope the way. 
 
 No more from thee, sweet peace, to sink. 
 
 To thy chain are the strongest links; 
 
 Tho' in thy lonely wilderness, 
 
 We have freedom from all distress. 
 
 Yea, to the final rest is said, 
 
 So numberless among the dead, 
 
 And yet untroubled says the blest, 
 
 They lie in peace and take their rest; 
 
 Think of the precious days they spent, 
 
 Tho' troubled heart and sad they went. 
 
 Forth to the path of rest they fly. 
 
 To wrest their hearts from land sighs, 
 
 A new day dawn puts forth its say. 
 
 The peaceful sort began their play; 
 
 Around the arches true devine, 
 
 There in the crystal streams of time. 
 
 Think of the joy that comes to fill. 
 
 Their hearts with eace at their own will; 
 
 Petulant spirits seeketh not 
 
 The land of rest they have forgot. 
 
 The silver moon will fade away, 
 
 The flesh-like leaves will turn to clay; 
 
 The tunes of joy may not impart, 
 
 The secret rest in every heart. 
 
 The star that twinkles sweetly, too. 
 
 May say of rest like I or you. 
 
 Who fix their wits upon a rhyme. 
 
 To speak of old and modern time; 
 
 In tidings strange they wish to tell, 
 
 The peaceful gifts within them dwell. 
 
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 So full of purity divine, 
 
 So full of light 80 long to shine; 
 
 And yet how calm to us they rest, 
 
 In the firmament of the blest. 
 
 How grateful is the mighty art, 
 
 In which sweet rest does take a part; 
 
 It drives far from the tender mind, 
 
 The thoughts of wrath of human kind; 
 
 Think of the mighty deep so calm, 
 
 Think of the pearls and other charms. 
 
 How untroubled now they lay. 
 
 Beneath the sod and other clay; 
 
 Exact the truth enough to tell, 
 
 The story that we love so well. 
 
 Tho' the beautiful sea weed grow. 
 
 And spread along the brinks to show 
 
 The roaring waves they dare not tear, 
 
 Nor spoil the beauty in the rear. 
 
 How sweet to rest upon the deep. 
 
 Secure and safe — how sweet to sleep! 
 
 Think of me now — sweet silence come, 
 
 Far from my evils I must roam, 
 
 Down through the little dells I steal, 
 
 Sleeping this peaceful life to seal; 
 
 And when such events shall have pasvsed, 
 
 I then sustain my hopes at last. 
 
 How then shall we in slumber be. 
 
 When resting in such liberty? 
 
 Oh! could we have no better wit, 
 
 Than our souls for it to fit. 
 
 So rest on thou that sleepeth well. 
 
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 Beneath such peaceful pastures tell; 
 How sweet secure thy blessed sleep, 
 While on you loving angels peep. 
 Tho' dark the night, her cover spread, 
 The curfew sounds us all to bed, 
 The blessed rest we then shall take, 
 Till morning dawn our souls awake; 
 Constellations will fade away, 
 Thi3 form of rest is sure to stay. 
 Farewell to toils, they surely end. 
 And truth defends us as a friend; 
 Tho' partial thy face at times appear, 
 Our hopes attend its greatest care — 
 Our conversation, how sincere. 
 Resounds to every peaceful ear, 
 A band for right we can but stand. 
 In obedience to the divine command; 
 Of nature and her noble art. 
 That she in us the light impart. 
 Nature with all her arts, seeks rest. 
 To make the brightest gem the best. 
 He knows the sighs and He alone 
 Can give to man a sweeter tone. 
 And yet my soul can but delight 
 In rest fairview a blessed sight; 
 No slumber o'er the hills at night; 
 How sweet to sleep until daylight. 
 When birds their thrilling voices ring. 
 In favor of our honored King. 
 Our peaceful goul will then awake 
 And the sweet chorus ne'er forsake. 
 
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 To coil our beautiful echoes in, 
 
 The sweetest strain that first begin, 
 
 Upon the gale of Lydian air, 
 
 For every man to get a share. 
 
 From mountain tops near to the skies, 
 
 In yonder clouds they arise; 
 
 In this sweet euphony now descend. 
 
 Sweet peace and rest for every friend. 
 
 This sound that permeats the gale, 
 
 To every man predict this tale, 
 
 Softly the stream of rest does flow, 
 
 Through this great land by every door, 
 
 How tender is its tiny hand, 
 
 How mighty and sure the great command! 
 
 Thy merit none can thee defile, 
 
 Tru^t thyself and stay awhile. 
 
 Amidst the darkness of woes and fears. 
 
 Amidst the sighs and many tears, 
 
 For our heart will rest tomorrow 
 
 From toil and pain from every sorrow. 
 
 Could I in soul, in mind and heart. 
 
 Express whole rest and not apart? 
 
 Sweet rest that nature gives with ease, 
 
 To satisfy if thou be pleased. 
 
 The calmness of thy sleep and mind, 
 
 A gloomy light so true to shine; 
 
 And yet so much makes dark the way. 
 
 To joy and peace and endless day. 
 
 There shall no palace grace my race. 
 
 Short my fancy the earthly taste. 
 
 But, lo, the shining throne I 
 
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 Eternal rest prepared for me. 
 
 Who right of rest will not decay. 
 
 Tho' men sleep and ages pass away, 
 
 Should my hoary will fade today, 
 
 From such an aim I dare not say. 
 
 Life's zeal seem stirred with every car%, 
 
 In calling thought from everywhere, 
 
 From noble Caesar who refused 
 
 The honored crown he could have used. 
 
 His immense oaths were duly bound, 
 
 His love sincere, his thoughts renown, 
 
 So fixed his element to stay. 
 
 That changeth not in night or day. 
 
 Tho' calm and serene his thoughts of rest, 
 
 The purest Ideal of the best. 
 
 His shadow did like a vaor rise 
 
 In great triumph to the skies. 
 
 Tho' man with pencil try to scribe, 
 
 In many forms about the tide. 
 
 Of rest before the weeping face, 
 
 The purest Ideal man can trace; 
 
 See the mimic mansions of rest — 
 
 How many they be among the best; 
 
 How low and peaceful eere the hour. 
 Through which we pass to that great tower. 
 Those lovely orbs, how bright and fair, 
 A pleasing sight at noonday clear. 
 
 There is no ogle to mar the looks. 
 That I your dress for my own took; 
 To render thee profoundest care, 
 
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 In timely rest my lot to share; 
 A maize whose streets are pure as gold, 
 Where peaceful souls so often stroll, 
 No ooze to soil or thorns to break, 
 A peaceful life so long to take; 
 With morals true that cannot spoil, 
 
 Think of how we for them must toil- 
 On the glowing rays of sunlight 
 How oft they strive to make their flight. 
 Up to the city of the blest, 
 
 There to enjoy peace and rest; 
 Imnipotent powers, how sublime! 
 To make your choice at any time, 
 Of that which is most true to give, 
 A final rest always to live. 
 Sweet nursery, how great thou art, 
 
 That noble science longs to impart; 
 How long they nestle as a bird. 
 Such truths as from thee could be heard; 
 
 Could they call you a neighbor dear. 
 That stirred and men came out to hear; 
 
 With new words and songs to rhyme. 
 Of thee, sweet rest, the charm of time; 
 Down at the mercy seat I said. 
 Break not from me this tiny thread. 
 This is my favorite so true. 
 However mild she comes to do 
 The faorvite work with honored skill, 
 Even tho' far are against your will; 
 So ring, sweet bells of rest, forever, 
 Let not thy sounding stop — no, never; 
 
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 Unite the many mighty bands 
 To choose their rest the surest strands; 
 Behold a stranger at the gate, 
 Who wishes that he this rest to take. 
 His heart sincere, his love divine, 
 His thoughts impugn the evil kind; 
 His magnitude of rest, how strong, 
 That evil tanish not nor wrong, 
 Can man cherish a flowing spring. 
 
 Mightier than the source it bring? 
 Oh, then, how beautiful and how bright 
 I'j the stream in darkest night, 
 My scul surmounts its timely fears, 
 When I the hope of rest to share. 
 Commit me now my strength the whole 
 That I err not in truth or soul. 
 The mission I this rest is sent. 
 Even tho' man in part prevent, 
 Could I remote this peaceful strain 
 The motor ere could I refrain, 
 Oh, but like the tide she's pressing, 
 And I, too, my fancy is dressing. 
 With words in hope her company keep. 
 While thousands rest and take their sleep; 
 Glowing with innocent the stream. 
 
 The mighty note is sound'd between, 
 The coolness of the witty caps, 
 'Like a brave knight that gives the raps. 
 And enters on his blissful field. 
 Hoping a peaceful life to seal, 
 Secluded ere to never wake, 
 
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 The calmest rest always to take; 
 
 But sad the sound of those that moan, 
 
 And sadder still of those that groan, 
 
 For rest their souls could never find, 
 
 Secluded for some distant time. 
 
 But when the cross that stood was bare, 
 
 And rest in tomb three days to share; 
 
 'Twas only those who gathered there, 
 
 In heart and mind and greatest care, 
 
 Who would that all their peace refine 
 
 Anew and be most true, divine. 
 
 The vulture dare not this refuse, 
 The timely rest he likes to use, 
 How he has wished some dew to fall 
 Upon the object, one and all. 
 Laymen of rest, I long to see, 
 Not so dejected as souls might be, 
 The unqualified at the mercy seat. 
 Began this peaceful rest to greet; 
 This is so much of me to say, 
 More of the bliss, surer the stay, 
 But brighter still is that last hour, 
 When rest in brief attends here power. 
 We know she drops much like the rain 
 On Nature's bright and lovely train. 
 The very soul is brighter still. 
 At morning dawn there is no ill; 
 There is no grief to sensure me. 
 But life and hope always to be 
 Eternal rest shall be my lot, 
 And so immaculate the spot, 
 
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 Until the rest serene we call, 
 Exalt our souls above the Fall, 
 Into the magnitude so fair, 
 Into calm and balmy air, 
 Into the partials of pure skill, 
 Into powers of great will, 
 Into lands of blessfulness. 
 Into the peaceful land of rest. 
 
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 Some Thoughts of Life 
 
 Life is a leaf of paper white, 
 Whereon each one of us may write, 
 ¥/hether we look or whether we listen, 
 We hear life murmur or see it glisten, 
 Every cloud feel a stir of might. 
 
 Grateful but solemn and tender the music rose and 
 
 fell, 
 With joy a kin to sadness a greeting like farewell. 
 The last of earth and first of heaven. 
 
 And when on my day of life the night is falling, 
 And winds from unsunned places blown, 
 I hear fair voices out of darkness calling, 
 My feet a path unknown. 
 
 There from the music around about us stealing, 
 I fain would learn the new and holy song, 
 And at last beneath the tree of healing 
 The life for which I long. 
 
 Life, O Life! alas, 
 
 What joyous tidings your sentiments bring. 
 Filling hearts with joy and gladness. 
 And yet sorrows dim the soul within, 
 But with Christ revive again. 
 
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 A ThougHt of England 
 
 how often I have wished 
 That I sometimes might spend 
 
 In visiting across the mighty deep, 
 To view old England's lands again. 
 To hear the ancient curfew, 
 To visit the royal castle old, 
 For I have learned of them in tales 
 The sage's sons have told. 
 
 1 was quite a little youth, 
 When father read o'er to me 
 
 Olie of Alfred's greatest stories — 
 
 My boyhood seems to pass away. 
 
 Could I but walk to St. Mary's spire, 
 
 Where there is chime to answer chime, 
 
 To view the beautiful rostrum, ^ 
 
 And to hear their melodies ring. 
 
 I must respect old England 
 
 For all of her mimic art, 
 
 For the last old panorama gave 
 
 The picture of my heart. 
 
 I like her churches and her chants. 
 
 Her organs like thunder roll. 
 
 For I'd kneel down on that chilly floor 
 
 And pray with all my soul. 
 
 Though I never was upon England's hills. 
 
 My feet have never touched her sod; 
 
 Yet thine empire is as far and wide, 
 
 Seemingly as all the world of God. 
 
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 Art 
 
 There is a secret power given, 
 When from our sacred Father driven, 
 'Twas Art, of hope, so true, divine — 
 The art of faith and promised time. 
 The art of life, we cannot tell, 
 But, we know we love full well. 
 
 We hope to live at Art's command. 
 We hope to sing her sweetest strain; 
 We gather her powers as best we can 
 We use them ere we understand, 
 'Tis Art and power that we claim 
 That holds us for this grateful aim. 
 
 To be a mason, bright and gay, 
 Of higher powers and gentle sway; 
 He builds the towers most beautifully, 
 Of sand and lime and yellow clay, 
 To see his powers far and wide, 
 Bring joy and truth that never die. 
 
 Art is a stream of love so dear. 
 
 That stirred, the world came out to hear. 
 
 To gather in her powers fine. 
 
 To fill another empty mine; 
 
 In war peace art is renowned, 
 
 Its sacred stream, its waves abound. 
 
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 The Titantic Horror 
 
 Among the prince, and our sorrow, 
 That come to us out from the deep, 
 It is the new Titanic horror, 
 And of her fate she chanced to meet. 
 
 It is sad to hear the story, 
 When we begin to read it o'er 
 Of the witty caps, though hoary, 
 That lies beneath the waters low. 
 
 True, it was a flight from Egypt, 
 As our friends came years ago; 
 Though the event we dare heed it. 
 If it pains and makes us sore. 
 
 America's greatest hero, 
 How gallant, brave and strong was he; 
 Who did in death his mercy show. 
 To give his life and others free. 
 
 To die is gain, to live is cross. 
 Like Major Archie we have lost; 
 Who would not share a single lot 
 Nor shrink from death on any spot. 
 
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 And others, too, were in the crew. 
 With spirits bold and faces hue, 
 Decided this, I know full well, 
 I cannot break-this dismal spell. 
 
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 Nor warm the water, so deeply nursed, 
 Nor break this freezing, icy curse; 
 Nor span this chasm, or stretch the main. 
 Nor break into this briny chain. 
 
 The hope of life I see not now, 
 I throw the or eternity's bow, 
 To meet you where, I thee may own, 
 A icey mound cannot dethrone. 
 Vulture seated at midnight watch, 
 As an owl that guards his prey, 
 His iron hand made sure the torch, 
 Make break and stole our friends away. 
 
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 An Historic Event 
 
 There was an awful accident, 
 
 To our dear country, caused by Spain; 
 Well, I — no; you all are familiar — 
 
 'Twas the sinking of the Maine, 
 
 It is sad to tell the story. 
 When we began to think it o'er. 
 
 For under the muddy water; 
 There lies a valiant troop so low. 
 
 And should we not with pleasure, then. 
 Our own prosperity and lives defend; 
 Or should we then, with spirits low, 
 Give to Spain another show. 
 
 Could we but with a better end, 
 Than our own lives for her to spend. 
 It may break a tender tie — 
 We may hope to meet bye-and-bye. 
 
 But when we marched to San Juan hill; 
 America fought with some good will. 
 When the shells began to fall. 
 The Spaniards began to squall! 
 
 True, their lives were at the stake, 
 And Uncle Sam was in the gate, 
 A flag for peace was pointed high; 
 To stop America's battle-cry. 
 
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 A serious race most sure to be, 
 
 A race of right and liberty; 
 
 You need not fear a brighter sphere, 
 
 When freedom stand within the rear. 
 
 Then to be sober means a heap, 
 Hold good counsels in the streets; 
 Keep them then as best you can, 
 Lend to others a helping hand. 
 
 For the flag of the brave is high, 
 As signs of triumph in the sky, 
 Her stripes of pure celestial white, 
 With rays of purity and of right. 
 
 Then to the seas and ocean wave, 
 Give us our friends that we now crave; 
 Forgetting their pass toil for peace. 
 Oh, will you this dear crew release? 
 
 The waves, so dumb, they cannot tell. 
 About the ships upon her shelled; 
 About the lives so richly cost. 
 About the ones who grieve their poss. 
 
 But still my heart is full, you see. 
 Bound with the bands of liberty; 
 So that I hope to meet again, 
 To grasp and hold so dear a hand. 
 
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 Where Children Plqy 
 
 On the hillside over the way, 
 Where the beautiful temple stands; 
 
 There the children roam and play, 
 Catch and shake each other's hand. 
 
 In the temples of the East, 
 They sing collects songs of peace; 
 Over the large and sacred hill. 
 With music to repress the ill. 
 
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 St. Elmo's Musings 
 
 The grinders cease because they were few. 
 
 * * * « * 
 
 The mill cannot grind with the water that has passed. 
 
 4> * * « * 
 
 The fool may get a show among wise men when he gets 
 a few green persimmons to tie his tongue. 
 
 * * * « * 
 
 Add good to your name and rest to your bed, for a good 
 
 name sustains rest. 
 
 * * * « « 
 
 A liar soon ceases to blame himself. He must have a 
 good memory. 
 
 * * * • « 
 
 Better to cross a stream than to try to head it 
 
 * ♦ ♦ * ♦ 
 
 Every man punishes his own if he likes. 
 
 * ♦ . ♦ ♦ 
 
 The innocent often pay for the guilty. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Make the best of your worst foe. 
 
 * * « * * 
 
 The poor is never right. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Better to bend than break. 
 
 * « * * « 
 
 The chain is no stronger than its weakest link. 
 
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 A compliment to a great man show that it is impossible 
 for him to cross over in silence. 
 
 * 4t * * * 
 
 Every person of taste must be sensible. 
 
 « * « « 4: 
 
 The present is sufficient to observe what has been said 
 in the past. 
 
 * ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ 
 
 Style is more precise nowadays. 
 
 * ♦ * ♦ « 
 
 So far as truth is, language appears not altogether arbi- 
 trary in its origin. 
 
 * * ♦ * * 
 
 It is much more natural to think that God taught our 
 first parents only such language as suited their present 
 day. 
 
 * « * * * 
 
 A smooth running stream i^ one of the most beautiful 
 objects in nature. 
 
 « * « 4> « 
 
 A body in motion is caeteris paribus. 
 
 * * * « « 
 
 The stillness of an evening is sublime, but a stroke of 
 a well-toned lyre is more pleasing to the ear. 
 
 * * • ♦ ♦ 
 
 It is easy to say that God and good is at last supreme. 
 
 4> * « « « 
 
 Sow an act, you will reap a habit. 
 
 * « * * * 
 
 History shows the deadliest thing and meanest is a lie. 
 
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 The salt of history is at once an antidote of forgetfiil- 
 
 ness, but a cure for insipid ignorance. 
 
 * * * * « 
 
 Death is but an incidence, an episode in life, not its end. 
 « * * * * 
 
 This world is a wide field, and every man should have 
 ample range. 
 
 * * * 4 * 
 
 Strong passions are too severe to admit this play of 
 fancy. 
 
 « 4> 4> * « 
 
 Every man should know right from wrong. 
 
 * * * * « 
 
 It is an ill thing for a man to know the measure of his 
 stomach. 
 
 * * * « « 
 
 It emboldens men to do all sorts of mischief. 
 
 * * * 4: 4> 
 
 A man's tongue trips his head. 
 
 * * « * • 
 
 It is clownery to do as other people do. 
 
 * « * * * 
 
 Whatsoever is laid upon us by necessity we should re- 
 ceive generously. 
 
 * * * * « 
 
 It is foolish to strive with what we can avoid. 
 
 ■(c * * 4> * 
 
 We are born subjects and to obey is perfect liberty. 
 
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 It is foolish to strive with what we can avaid. 
 ***** 
 
 We are born subjects and to obey is perfect liberty. 
 ***** 
 
 The rich man retrenches his appetites. 
 ***** 
 
 A good man will stand his ground and receive wound or 
 glory. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Human life has many rocks to fear. 
 
 ***** 
 
 It is a shame for a man to be outdone in courtesy. 
 ***** 
 
 In truth, good will cannot be changed. 
 ***** 
 
 A good man may be overcome. 
 ***** 
 
 It is my fortune that I can only receive. 
 «-**«* 
 
 Let the world be Judge now. 
 ***** 
 
 A wise friend is a noble present. 
 
 ***** 
 Fear not the poor man's counsel. 
 
 ***** 
 There are many cases wherein a man speaks of himself. 
 
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 Well, it is surely a long trip to a lover's grave. 
 
 * « « « * 
 
 The man who trusts to honesty has a safeguard in his 
 own belief. 
 
 * * Uti * * 
 
 It may not be as the other fellow expects it all the time. 
 
 There is a great difference between the imagination and 
 the power of sence of the human mind. 
 
 There is some cause for a doubt always, says Thomas. 
 
 A man may hold fast to what he would like to have. 
 
 ■K * * * * 
 
 It is no harm to be left if you have made all the time 
 your circumstances allow. 
 
 * * * * 4 
 
 It is well said that love hides all faults. 
 
 H: * * ^$ * 
 
 It is wrong for a rich man to increase his fortunes. 
 ***** 
 
 To master your undertaking is good enough. 
 ***** 
 
 A wise man gives way to tears in some cases and can 
 not avoid them in others. 
 
 ***** 
 
 It is awful to be struck with a surprise of ill news. 
 
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 Sorrows are inevitable in some cases. 
 
 * * * • « 
 
 He that dies cheerfully dries up my tears. 
 
 * * « * « 
 
 Why not delight in courage? 
 
 * * * * « 
 
 Pity and Comfort are poor friends when in company to- 
 gether. 
 
 Well, if reason cannot prevail, reputation may. 
 41 * * * * 
 
 No man shall ever be poor that goes to himself for what 
 he wants. 
 
 * « « 4> IK 
 
 A thirsty man drinks from a pail or gourd, or from a gold 
 or silver cup or from the palm of his hand. 
 4c « « « « 
 
 No man is rich who covets his neighbor's goods. 
 
 * * >« « 4t 
 
 Hethat keepeth himself to the stint of nature does 
 neither feel nor fear poverty. 
 
 ***** 
 In my opinion poverty is tiresome. 
 
 ***** 
 Every man has enough to take him to his journey's end. 
 
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 It is true, fortune may not come, I had rather ask my- 
 self not to desire than of her to bestow it. 
 4t * « * * 
 
 So often anger arises from truth. 
 « « « « * 
 
 Anger is a thought protection to the body. 
 
 * ♦ * * « 
 
 It is just a piece of choice folly to say we cannot govern 
 our meanness. 
 
 * « « « * 
 
 The wildest affection may be tamed by desclpline. 
 ***** 
 
 Oh, we are mistaken when we find we have a snake in 
 our bosom. 
 
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 The man who has taken aim with his gun on the world 
 certainly must hold a steady hand. 
 ***** 
 
 Commons must never drink from the king's cup. 
 ***** 
 
 It's awful to put up with injury. 
 « • * * * 
 
 How many persons have we known, heard and read of 
 who never have come to themselves? 
 ***** 
 
 Who is dangerous by nature? 
 ***** 
 
 The boldest tongue has often the faintest heart. 
 
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 That's right, Anger at times misses the object in pur- 
 suit. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 A man's greatest punishment is that which he suffers 
 with himself. 
 
 * * * * <» 
 
 The fool objects to pardon. 
 
 * 4> * * * 
 
 The use of wine is like adding fire to fire. 
 
 * 41 * * « 
 
 Oft times I have intended one thing and done another. 
 ***** 
 
 Change diet and cure anger. 
 
 ***** 
 
 It's a horried madness that keeps a spectacle of blood 
 before our eyes. 
 
 ***** 
 
 It's right not to confound clemency with pity. 
 ***** 
 
 A poor man wants many things; a covetious man all 
 things. 
 
 ***** 
 
 You are right. All men of authoriyt should show clem- 
 ency. 
 
 ***** 
 
 No father will disinherit his child to show his one par- 
 ticular fault. 
 
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 It's awful to think our selves terrible in our own power. 
 ***** 
 
 It's better to know that which is superfluous than noth- 
 ing at all. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Pshaw! Business is no excuse for not writing. 
 
 ***** 
 
 For whosoever has a mind, 
 
 The leisure minute is sure to find. 
 ***** 
 
 Yes, I believe that precepts are one of the ways to show 
 our best wishes. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I care little for advice without reason. 
 
 ***** 
 
 A barren woman may be the cause of all the ills in the 
 human family after all. 
 
 ***** 
 
 There is positively no delight in my life for tumult. 
 ***** 
 
 The eye can not distinguish colors and are not to be 
 taught so. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I have had many days to myself. 
 
 *>!(*** 
 
 It may be my labor rather than my counsel is preferred. 
 * * * * * 
 
 It is my business to ask, where are you? 
 
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 Time is best used in the welfare of others 
 « « « * « 
 
 The unicorn expresses it exactly. 
 
 When a man once gets the habits of virtue all of his 
 deeds are equal. 
 
 m * * * * 
 
 There is no doubt that a wise man will sj^ow himself 
 better in riches than in poverty. 
 « « • « * 
 
 Right is my duty to my neighbor. Providence and my- 
 self. 
 
 * * « * « 
 
 A man does not care what becomes of his beard after 
 he shaves. 
 
 * ♦ « ♦ ♦ 
 
 Custom will sometimes change conditions of things easily 
 
 done. 
 
 >» * « * * 
 
 Well, sir, they tell me the world is round to the eye of 
 reason. 
 
 * « « * « 
 
 Pshaw! the climate has nothing to do with the high cost 
 of living. 
 
 « « * » * 
 
 Somehow the cost of music is high to tlie human family. 
 Whoever heard the notes of the nightingale? 
 
 * * « * * 
 
 Somehow it puzzles to tell which goes farther—reason 
 or unreason. 
 
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 There are notches which hang fire on the rail of life. 
 « * * * * 
 
 The sun setting in the west is no reason why we should 
 not look for another day. 
 
 * * ^ * * 
 
 Reasotr and wisdom will at least give another chance to 
 overcome an evil. 
 
 • * * iK * 
 
 Somehow bad news and foul air breed catarrh. 
 
 « * * • • 
 The ewenty-flfth of December is a long night sometimes. 
 
 « * * « * 
 
 Pshaw! because the newspaper advertises for fanatics, 
 that's no sign of a crop of wisdom. 
 « « 4> « * 
 
 Believe me, I am truly glad of the idea to purify tha.t 
 muddy stream, sin. 
 
 « l» III l)c * 
 
 Base, but truly fortunate, to be the bottom. 
 
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 O-O-E-E, my best triend, it looks like a ticklish storm 
 for us both. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Left step and lost his life. 
 
 ***** 
 
 What could have been richer when theer was 
 not a poor man to be found in all this world? 
 
82 
 
 So long as we are content with what we have 
 we don't want anything more. 
 
 ■x * * * * 
 
 The river shades are more refreshing. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I believe man was better before he sinned 
 
 than after. 
 
 ***** 
 
 There is one thing I know nature does not 
 give virtue. 
 
 The good spirit makes a man good. 
 
 « 4( >K :|e ♦ 
 
 There is some difference in not knowing how 
 to work than in not being willing. 
 
 :ic 4: 4( * ♦ 
 
 The person without institution and learning 
 and studyless is without virtue. 
 ***** 
 
 Nature has hid many dangerous things from 
 us. 
 
 ***** 
 
 'Twas the great diety that drew out both sides 
 
 of the earth. 
 
 ***** 
 
 The man who lives by examples may work 
 
 them all. 
 
 ***** 
 
 There is nothing ill that is well taken. 
 
83 
 
 A man's treasures are far more than his 
 worth. 
 
 )|c He ♦ 4: 4c 
 
 The whole of a man's life is but two halves. 
 
 ***** 
 
 The duties of man may be reduced to two — 
 
 courage and temperance. 
 
 * ♦ « « * 
 
 A wise friend sometimes suffers pain in opin- 
 ions. 
 
 ***** 
 
 If man marries and leaves one woman for 
 
 another, he is an adulterer, although the woman 
 
 be honest. 
 
 ***** 
 
 It's the intention, and not the effect, that looks 
 
 wicked. 
 
 ***** 
 
 A great mnid will keep us in position. 
 ***** 
 
 The greatest terrors to man are lust, death, 
 money and the jail house. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Nature is no deceiver, she does not say 
 whether our new plants shall be flourishing or 
 withery, strong or weak, male or female, or 
 
 bisected. 
 
 ***** 
 
 You are right. Every man should carry his 
 own burden. 
 
84 
 
 You are right! Good and bad females should never mix. 
 ^ ^ 4t * * 
 
 Accidents are a peculiar season in life. 
 ***** 
 
 The mountaineer makes the soldier. 
 
 * :): He * * 
 
 That's right! A good man will fall without the support 
 of another. 
 
 :ic 3|: :|c * * 
 
 The philosopher agrees only in matters as to facts 
 
 9): * :(( >|c * 
 
 Will a fearful man make ill use of being alone? 
 
 Ill * H: * * 
 
 I wonder if a numerous conversasion would be danijer- 
 ous. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Wickedness is a very mean spectacle in luxury and 
 pleasure. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Without a friend, the table is a manger. 
 ***** 
 
 Well, in that world where they only have one example, 
 it must be the mischief to work. 
 ***** 
 
 A man will feel happy when he meets his bosom friend. 
 ***** 
 
 Choice has lots to do with a man's mind when he is 
 waiting for dinner. 
 
85 
 
 There is some difference between an enemy and a man's 
 own soul. 
 
 * * ♦ * ♦ 
 
 Be careful as to whom you lend your pearls, for they are 
 best kept. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Oo-e-e! can't mother make long gravy? 
 tf * * * * 
 
 The passage of time is wonderfully quick, and man 
 must look back to see it. 
 
 * * « * * 
 
 There is nothing we can call our own but our time, and 
 yet everybody fools us out of it. 
 
 * HI * * * 
 
 I can't call any man poor that has enough still left, be it 
 ever so little. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 To weep so much over the dead is an affront to the liv- 
 ing. 
 
 * * « * 4: 
 
 Every man loves himself best nowadays. 
 
 * ♦ ♦ * ♦ 
 
 It is a superb piece of art to draw good of evil. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Who can consolate a man when in deep sorrow? 
 
 * * ♦ ♦ ♦ 
 
 The man that is setting the molds to turn misfortune to 
 blessing is doing something. 
 
86 
 
 Great talkers hardly, if ever, do anything. 
 ***** 
 
 Beware of a cat that never mews. 
 ***** 
 
 Speak less and think more. 
 
 ***** 
 
 The man who looks for good and gets bad, is mistaken 
 
 in his opinion. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Wolves do not devour one another. 
 ***** 
 
 Honest friends and compliments are pointers. 
 ***** 
 
 The fit man for everything is less fit for anything. 
 
 Well, is there nothing perfect but sunshine? 
 ***** 
 
 Wisdom teaches us to speak and act that which is pro- 
 per. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Certainly, I believe self-help is true independence and 
 strength. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Oh, I know the world can never satisfy a soul that is 
 thirsting after righteousness. 
 
 ***** 
 
 He who shares exactly half of life between good and 
 evil will end by being whole-hearted for evil and faint- 
 hearted for good. 
 
87 
 
 Well, it's right that we ought to be out-and-out for good 
 Dr in-and-in for evil. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Don't get discouraged, faint hearted or out of whack 
 because the world picks at the wrong side. 
 
 * * * * « 
 
 It's poor calico that fades because it is wet. 
 
 * * 4> * * 
 
 The best way to bear crosses is to take them as a joke. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 True friendship carries thp likeness of innocense. 
 
 * 4< >;: * * 
 
 Art pictureized heaven, but the presence of Jesus Christ 
 makes heaven. 
 
 * nt * * * 
 
 Friendship bears the very likeness of Him. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 My, what a cloud of witnesses! 
 ***** 
 
 My soul's crave and heart's desire is peace and comfort 
 for all men. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Judge me according to my love for humanity, my country 
 and my God. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Turn your neighbor's chicken loose and let it fly back 
 over the fence. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Badness never looks you straight in the eye, unless it 
 oaeans death. 
 
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 If the heart is sore, bind it gently with a song. 
 
88 
 
 My friend, you certainly have ray best wishes. 
 
 * * * « * 
 
 The pearls of true religion are long suffering, faith, 
 hope and character. 
 
 « * « * « 
 
 My! to be like Him means much, I am sure. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 And this cord is best, 
 
 * « * * « 
 
 Be amiable and affable, be love and sunshine. 
 ***** 
 
 A true hero is one who does real mission work for the 
 Cross. 
 
 ***** 
 
 There is a peculiar choice of blessings when Christ is the 
 guest of the house. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Get in the life boat and be cheerful. 
 ***** 
 
 The man who does not love his mother will hardly love 
 
 you. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Elijah is a character of solitary grandeur. 
 ***** 
 
 No matter how great our fear, God can and will deliver 
 
 us. 
 
 ***** 
 
 We often strike and are stricken; be careful. 
 ***** 
 
 Get busy, worship rightly, love each other. 
 ***** 
 
 Cease when the last voice is truly stranded. 
 
89 
 
 Pity and poverty are poor company on the side line and 
 worse on the main line. 
 
 im i^ * * * 
 
 It is right to give the crumbs to the dogs. 
 
 ♦ ♦ .- * ♦ 
 
 Give a friend something that you would really enjoy 
 as a gift to yourself. 
 
 Well, Sir, I have never felt any fondness for war. 
 
 ♦ * ♦ ♦ * 
 
 Not power with men, but God. Jesus likes a coupling 
 made with His Father. 
 
 ♦ ♦ * ♦ ♦ 
 
 Somehow the flowers of truth are few and far between. 
 
 ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ * 
 
 As I see it, a just conscience should be free to speak. 
 
 ♦ * * * * 
 
 Well, Lord, there is another line of wicked kings like 
 Jerebaum. 
 
 ♦ ♦ * ♦ ♦ 
 
 It is not the fault of the Gospel why men are not saved. 
 
 ♦ * <■ « * 
 
 If we cannot put a lamp in the path of life, we can at 
 least leave a few flowers. 
 
 ♦ * * * ♦ 
 
 Troubles usually He in wait around the corners or under 
 some disguise. 
 
 ^ * * * * 
 
 Character is an eternal possession. Death does not de- 
 stroy his presence. 
 
90 
 
 Miscellaneous Quotations 
 
 "A wise man will change his mind; a fool, never." 
 
 Oc * « Id « 
 
 "A bad agreement is far better than a law-suit." 
 
 ***** 
 
 The devil is not always painted black. 
 ***** 
 
 Swine scarcely get any pearls nowadays. 
 ***** 
 
 No man sees his future. 
 
 ***** 
 
 The best mirror is an old friend. 
 
 ***** 
 
 No one is as deaf as he who will not hear. 
 ***** 
 
 "Walls have ears." 
 
 ***** 
 A pace between a picture and battle for liberty are bet- 
 ter seen with the aid of a telescope. 
 ***** 
 
 Dearer the long lost when found. 
 ***** 
 
 A check value in air saves affliction. ^ 
 
 ***** 
 
 It is no sham to not overtake a man if you follow him as 
 fast as you can. 
 
91 
 
 We must not do a mean deed that good may come of it. 
 • * « * * 
 
 It is not right for an honest man to make a way to office 
 through crime. 
 
 ***** 
 
 A poor pilot prays for a tempest that he might display 
 his skill. 
 
 ***** 
 
 But when the fox began a preaching you had better keep 
 an eye on your goose pen. 
 
 ***** 
 
 At night all cats are gray. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Prudence prevents us from speaking or acting impro- 
 perly. 
 
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 The rich and poor are a like in the grave. 
 ***** 
 
 The closed mouth catches no flies. 
 ***** 
 
 The eye may be the greatest speaker, but the tongue is 
 
 the plainest. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Practice makes perfeect. 
 
 ***** 
 
 With God begin, with God end. 
 ***** 
 
 A closed mouth makes a wise head. 
 
92 
 
 One swallow does not make a summer. 
 * * * • « 
 
 Who does worse than a shoemaker's wife? The shoe- 
 maker. 
 
98 
 
 Greetings to Friends 
 
 Sunset Forest, Anderson, S. C, June 12, 1920. 
 Miss Maude Williams: 
 
 Dear Friend: The sun shall be no more thy light by day; 
 neither for the brightness of the moon by night; love, a 
 compact, thy gross flame and everlasting light. 
 Yours as ever, 
 
 JOHN MIKELL, 
 After June 30th, 421 Prince Aenue, Washington, D. C. 
 
 Hillside Hall, Southern Pines, S. C. 
 Miss May Firestares: 
 
 Dear Friend: Prudence teaches us to speak and act 
 that which is proper, therefore, be prudent. I remain, 
 
 As ever lovingly and truthfully your best friend, 
 I SILAS C. WILLIAMS. 
 
 CALL OR WRITE. 
 
 After November 3d my address will be 1925 Oak Street, 
 Columbia, S. C. 
 
 * 4t * « * 
 
 Bushel Bend, Holly Creek, Aexas. 
 Dear Mamie: The joy of our future depends upon our 
 conduct. Act wisely. 
 
 Truly your best friend, 
 
 SARRAH HOLLEY. 
 Broad Road, Lookout Mountain, St, Elmo, Tenn. 
 WRITE. 
 My summer home after commencement. 
 
94 
 
 Goshen Hill, Union County, S. C. 
 Dear Evelyn. 
 Wisdom prevents us from speaking or acting improperly; 
 therefore, act wisely, get wisdom. 
 
 Wanting to be yours as ever, 
 
 FRIEND WALLACE. 
 VISIT. 
 
 4t 41 * « « 
 
 Dear Frances: 
 
 The eyes of the All-wise are upon them that fear Him 
 circumspect. 
 
 Advisingly your true friend, 
 
 BERTHA LITTLETON. 
 After May 30th, my summer home will be. Fair Forest, 
 S. C. 
 
 Phone 1230. (Cut rate after 8:30 o'clock. 
 
 Dear Willie E.:— 
 
 It is easy for hearts to be true, as it is for the skies to 
 be blue. 
 
 Ever sincerely your well wisher and friend, 
 WRITE SOON TO 
 
 MARY B. EARL, 
 Anderson, S. C. 
 
95 
 
 Dear Essie: 
 
 When the sun is shining brightly and your way you 
 
 plainly see, 
 Judge for others who are crying that they would like 
 you to be. 
 
 Lovingly yours, 
 
 JUiLIA SIMPSON, 
 Green Avenue, Brookland, S. C. 
 FORGET-ME-NOT. 
 
 * « « * « 
 Dear Mary: 
 
 To be a fool is but to take the place of ignorance. 
 
 FRIEND JOHN. 
 THINK TEN TIMES. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Goose Pond, Swamp Valley, S. C, May 9, 1811. 
 M— Lillian: 
 
 Dear Friend. The words of thy friend are full of iniquity 
 and deceit: he has left off to be wise and do good. 
 Yours for success and prosperity, 
 AFTER 1936, write 
 
 JU ANITA WILLIAMS, 
 Seattle, Wash. 
 
 * * * ♦ ♦ 
 
 Dear Little Ruth: Hark en unto my voice, keep thy 
 tongue from speaking evil and I will teach you the way of 
 life. 
 VISIT 
 
 ST. E. M., Jr., 
 Columbia, S. C. 
 
96 
 
 Dear Little Athalia: 
 
 The Lord maketh wars to cease unto the ends of the 
 earth; He breaketh the bow and cutteth the spear asun- 
 der; He burneth the chariots in fire. Some time in the 
 morning, September 20th. 
 WRITE YOUR CLASS MATE. 
 
 H. JULIOUS, 
 Roland, S. C. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Dear Alice: 
 
 Love is the strongest link of chain 
 
 That bound we two together; 
 And if we never meet again, 
 Sweet dreams be thine forever. 
 WRITE, PLEASE, 
 
 Your Classmate, 
 
 ROSA L. BEATY, 
 Pink Village, Wyoming. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Shaw's Height, Waco, Texas, May 12, 1920. 
 Cannis C: 
 
 Dear Friend: "Study to show thyself approved of all 
 men, a laborer of worth and knowledge. 
 VISIT THIS WINTER. 
 
 Sincerely yours, 
 
 FATHER, 
 
 Norfolk, Va. 
 
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 1925 Oak Street, 
 Columbia, S. C, June 11, 1920. 
 Maggie Dear: 
 
 The face of the All-Wise is against them that do evil, 
 to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth. 
 CALL Lovingly your Classmate, 
 
 ST. E. M., Sr., 
 Line St., Charleston, W. Va.