The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-08-19
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rolling from the weavers hand" The warp
of one is brilliant white, and quickly the
weaver throws the shuttle weaving in the
| wool al pure a. snow. Another with the
snowy warp weaves the wool mingled with
folly. sin or shame, and the web is dark and
unloyely. Thus each at the mystical bloom
of life 10 weaving the garments we know
them by; stamping each with his own in
dividuslity. Each human being displays
character peculiar to himself, and the gar
ments each one weaves, differ greatly. The
iccle freezes drop by drop, and if the water
is clear 1t sparkles brightly in the sunlight,
but If the water is slightly colored, it loses
its beauty. Thus our characters are being
formed; thus our garments are woven, one
thread after another, and if the threads are
| white and even, pure and spotless will be
our robe, and if they are stained and taugl-
ed,our mantle will bear traces of the imper-
fectiens.
The boy clothed in rich costly attire soon
learns he Is admired and caressed on account
of wealth and elegant clothes, and as the
child is prophecy of the man, even as the
flower foreshadows the fruit; the man feels
that "wealth is the golden essence of the
outward world, embodying almost every
thing that exists beyond the limits of the
SOUL" By this alone can he obtain his
stylish dress and snowy equipages. His
youthful lessons SO deeply impressed, have
made him devotee at the shrine of wealth:
and through the garment he is each day
weaving at the loom of life, the dark
threads run thicklY.
The little girl, clad in garments the cost
of which would cloth poor family, cares
very little when she makes her aristocratic
party, whether the pale girl in faded calico
who lives next door feel, hurt that she is
not invited. After the manner Of her elders
she patronizes or Sights as her inclination
dictates. When the girl reaches woman
hood, IN consequence of her youthful train
ing, her highest ambition is to possess the
most elegant attire; to outshine the circle
in which she moves in the richness of her
dress; the beauty of laces and briliancy of
diamonds. There is no time for culture or
improvements; no time to relieve suffering
and want. Can the life garment SO woven
be pure and spotlessf
We may make the web firm and endur-
ing with threads of self-reli.nce and
strength of purpose. The grandest trees
that grow are those that feel the tempest;
and instead OF diminishing their power, it
gives them renewed viger. SO the young
life which never ba:tled with lies storms
has little self-reliance, and instead of grow
ing into true nobility, the great idea of its
life is almost lost sight Of Men strive
for great name, no matter wha. sacrifice
of their own true convictions they must
make to obtain it. If we do not like the
Oriental hero worshipers believe that our
great men will be transformed into gods,
We bow in servile alteration before that one
word-a name. Far off we seem to see
time when the lives Of the really great, the
great working men, will be appreciated and
the same praise be heard in honor of these
names as once sounded through chapel and
cathedral in honor of the Saints-''Look
at these men, bless God for them, and fol-
low them" The garments of these noble
workers will be frightened with threads of
humility, perseverance and great self sacri-
fee.
All may clothe their minds with culture,
with finer purposes and unsel6sh thoughts
As under dry leaves in early spring time,
there are often beautiful half unfolded
blossoms; SO in all nature, in all our sur
roundings there is material for threads that
will make our web bright and beautiful
All may weave shining threads of truth;
and those who here below clothe them.
selves with the bright robe of truth will
weave for themselves an immortal garment,
all pure and spotless, through which no
dark threads run.