Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1877-10-05

| And so 1t Is not Impossible TO ma legltlmat
employment for ones leisure hours in some
thing less than Great Subjects, treated eithe
as Mr. Froude delightfully."- treats them, or a
they are handled and laboredover and pre-
scented with something of dreary reiteratior
on the second page of innumerable daily news
papers. Oh the treadmill ION the next page
there); how it does go on and on; how it
does exact and exact, and demand and de-
mand; and how rusty it gets, but never any
| less tiresome how it is a bully and task
master and bristling, browbeating belabor-
ing braggart One may get over here, next to
the comfortable, happy -go-lucky, easy local
mans columns and say what he likes, like any
other careless truant Talk of Great Sub
!ects look at Sir Plantagenet Goosequill,
how he brushes Russia and wipes out Monte
negro how he smashes states and purifes the
political air how he hurls the catapult of his
opinions against the walls of heresy and igno-
rance how he holds science in one hand and
art in the other; how lightly he yields the
ponderous muniments of the law and with
what a master touch he disposes of Senates
and losses about the destinies of the Republic
and the Future of the Human Race. All
but the editorial page is too often like John
Calvn's heaven-there is no "wanton DALI
ance" there. All is grand all is pro-
funditY; nothing isshort of Short Study
on Great Subject. And the worst of it all
is that the treadmill must do these things
That's what it is made for. But do not be
impatient, dear fellow truant. One of these
days we will revive The Boys Own Book,
mayhap calling it, for fun, Sage Brush Mag
azine, in which it shall be noted what we all
take a fancy for noting down, and wherein we
will each of us query what we want to quiz
one another about The trouble is that it is |
so much harder work for you and me to ex-
press what we think than it is for the horse
or the dog or the cat or the barnyard fowl, or |
the beast and birds of the field and the air,
that we must have some sort of artificial We
hicle like types and paper and printers ink.
Somebody once wisely said that the true way
to employ power is to seem not to possess it.
Forster, in his life of Dickens, says that the
Great Humorist, although he so much liked
to write of the pleasures of the social glass
and the dinner party was really an almost alb
stemious man. His fancy, pleasantly sharp
ened, was present at imaginary carousals and
yormandizings from which himself would have
turned away. 1t is the genial humor of the
hing, the pleasant thraldom of the imagina-
ion which possesses one. The actual expert .
,nce pals upon the taste and coats the tongue
md blurs the eye. There is the difference
between the dream and the experience be-
ween the anticipation and the having, And
o, perhaps, true to the condition which
never is, but always to be, blest;" harboring
he dream, and never going beyond the yet
plans of our Castle in Spain; never
easing to be loyal to the hopes born of our
ancies and always looking toward the bright
+ day beyond, we may never see our conceits
ssume a substantial form as between the
overs of such thing as one might call The
crapbook.