Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-16
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/; The philosopher of the Nilliamspcr.
Breakfast Ta5se 1noralizes after this man.
ner: We are apt, says noted Journalist
to take life altogether too seriouslT. If We
| should wake up in the next world and find
| there WAS none, we should Rave occasion ia
reproach ourselves for many neglected CT.
| portunities Tor q good time lost. We are
too ambitious 30 get rich. Ana if there is
another and hotter werld than this. those
OF our restless, overreaching, toiEng ricl.
men. Who find themselves where their oolfI
IS melting and water scare may regret
that they did hot make better use of their
money N a country where Il was current
and at time when it was al par. It was
| The evident intent CT the Greater TO make
| the life OF his creatures IA enjoyable and
| a pleasant one. To birds and bears and
fishes he gave the air and earth and water
1or their enjoy me2t: 70 them he gave but
| Ettie cGre-thaE CT r;<::'a.inc food eo,
| themselves and for the.r yvana--and tie
young are not too long. permitted 70 de-
pend upon the Pace--:s easo To 49, he
gave dominion over ffi e. / AID through
art and science, skill, Ia,sor mi Industry
he is to subject it to mis- ase hat use is
| for the advancement Of Lis pleasure. for
healthful, rational enjoyment. The man or
woman who does not make that use of life
is as unnatural and ungrateful, as wicked
and absurd, as the well-fed bird who sits
in the sun and will not ng. And the par
cit who does not delight in seeing chill
dren enjoy themselves is as unnatural as
the austere sheep who sulks and frowns
when lamkins sport upon the meadow in
fyh So
than shadow, if we only look for it; there
are more gay than grave things; there is
more OF music and melody, and joy and
gladness In the natural universe thae there
IS OF sad and solemn sound and gloomy
sight. The bright and glorious orb around
which our earth revolves has only here and
there a dark spot upon its shining surface;
the moon is always half in light, and re-
fleets more of light than shadow; the stars
are ever bright, and when hidden by the
darkness of intervening clouds, these are
silver-lined. There are
Books IN the running brooks
Sermons IN stones, and good liz everything.
There is music in the rustling wind. the
babbling s}ream, the insects breathing
hum. the song of birds and the whirr of
cities; solemn anthems sung in the forest
leaves, and sublimest melody of the ocean
wave. There are grand paintings by the
Master hund upon the archjng vault as the
sunset fingers upon our western sky;
scenes upon our hills as they change from
emerald green to russell brown; more gor.
geous landscapes in oar valleys than
Claude Larraine conld paint, moe beau
ties in the heart of mountains than tie
glowing pencils of artists Can catch and
transfer 10 CANVAS. TiIs is jolly world
of ours, If We would make il So. 1t is a
glorious life spread ont Tor our enjoyment,
for three score years and IGN of our aliot-
ment, if, with happy hearts and cheerful
minds, we would make 1t so. Too many
or us, ambitious of power, desire to grow
rich, annoyed by small vexations, make
life constant battle from the cradle to
the grave.