The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-12-30
a HAPPY NEW TEAR.

! a
Another year freighted with pleasures
and pains, joy and sadness is about ready
to drop out of the ranks and take its place
with those which preceded it and once more
those who still linger on the plain of time
are confronted with the stern lessons OF
mortality. In the judgment of the ARGUS
it were the supremest folly to indulge in
proftless repinings; to mourn over the
misspent hours or the innumerable short
comings of the past in each of our lives,
but we may. while pressing forward hope
fully, even confidently, toward the goal of
'S3 and remembering the errors of the past
the rocks of Scylla and Charybdis, so en-
deavor TO steer our frail barks as TO avoid
the possibility of shipwreck and at the last
find that safe anchorage which we all hope
to obtain at the end of our lifes voyag-
ing.
We may, however, perhaps with profit
to ourselves and our associates, review
briefly our individual life work of 80, and
the first question which suggests itself is
this Have done nything to imperil or in
crease the happiness of anybody within the
circle of my acquaintance" In other
words have we he eded the sublime pre-
cepts which had their birth by Galileean
waters, those precepts which grow brighter
and brighter as the world grows old.
Those precepts which, if lived squarely up
to by the employment of all of the means
within our reach would clothe the naked,
feed the hungry, make glad the hearts of
the sorrowing or divide the burden of
affection? IF we can honestly answer yes
then. indeed, have we learned one of the
grandest lessons of life, that lesson which
is summed up in the simple sentence eft
is more blessed to give than to receive"
The ARGUS rejeices to know. and know
ing to say. that here in our beautiful city
are people who are securely enshrined in the
hearts and ONES of the poor who, ss the
Savior said. Eye shall always have with
you There are men and women in Rock
Island, God bless them, whose hearts
blood fairly bounds through the great
channels of life at the thought of minister
poorer fellow creatures from the pitiless
blasts of winter The noble men and wo
men, whose names are as familiar to us all
as our own and who never let their left
hand knows what their light hands are do
ing don't wait for the gladstone Christmas
time in order to cover the blue little feet
of childhood with substantial shoes or the
thin little shoulders with warm coat or
cloak. No. like the Master, they do some
good every day of their lives of which the
busy, busting business world knows moth
ing and, unfortunately. seems to care
less.
There is day coming, however, in
which you and /, dear reader, will be called
upon for LIES trial balance AMI depend
upon it that for every good deed done.
every heart made happy,a formidable array
of figures against US will be erased In
that day profession will go for naught
and if each of us can truly say that more
of Gods sunshine has crept into the heart
Of some fellow being through our instru
no questions will be asked
matters of no Importance at all
in comparison.
Finally in reviewing its record for 1882
the ARGUS wishes its readers, from child
hood to old age,a Happy New Year and in
the words of Tiny Tim may God bless us,
every one"