The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-05-26
Canoes.


In defeat pride is the backbone of cour-
age.
Time it is true, covers over our pains and
our sorrows; experience overlies them in lay
ers; but they are there, even when forgotten;
and we drag them after us as weights or car
ry them as scars. no matter how easily time
may bride memory.
Two things in life are absolutely certain
death and sorrow; and these two, about which
there is nothing contingent, alone possess the
power TO surprise us. All that is problcmati-
cal we are ready for, and accept without lift
ing our eyebrows; but this figure of sorrow
whose shadow falls athwart our path a few
days journey ahead and death, who waits at
its end without clamor, since he is sure of us
to these we say, sit cannot be- it is impos-
siblel" We count upon the tain; the
inevitable surprises US.
"Can you not think of the future, NJ de
Marzac? 1t is nearer than the past" THE
future? 1t is like white page with nothing
written upon it. What interest is there in a
blank leaf? But the past is a book we read
over and over. Each has his own volume
Did you ever think what curious things
would happen if we could exchange them
with each other? What prices they would
command in market? And when you enter
the convent do you expect to rid yourself of
the pastT' No" said Stephanie, NOR when
l die"
He illustrated the saving, 1.-THE nearer the
throne, the farther from royalty; the nearer
theschurch, the farther from God"
We wish above all to be happy. Does he
who embraces the highest cause for what it
brings attain happiness? No, not so long as
there exists in the motive which animates
him the slightest alloy of selfishness, In the
pure gold of Gods furnace there is no trace
of it, The fruit of happiness comes only OF
that which dies to itself have seen those
who in disappointment and misfortune have
entered the path of sacrifice and devotion to
some great principle, when, in the very desire
to forget self. selfshness was supreme. Set
happiness before you as an end no matter in
what guise of wealth, or fame, or oblivion
even, you will not attain it. Renounce it,
seek the pleasure of God and that instant is
the birth of your OWE. But l have seen
men seek the pleasure of God as they seek
that OF kings
Fancy an old man who thought himself in
love with Thothmes and Psammetchus
waking up at near seventy, to find that while
absent in Egypt little girl had crept into
his heart and curled herself up on its hearth
stone. All, these loves and friendships
thought them lamps to light my pathway,
anG lol they were the stars in the armament,
growing brighter as the night deepened.
At sudden summons we are led out of the
sun and air to the edge OF that narrow open
ing IHCO WHICH, lulS warm anu living DOuy Is
to be laid covered up forever, and
forgotten in dampness and night. No
man has ever come up from that
place; eye nor ear has ever detected faintest
sound or highest stir of life after the last re-
luetant breath is gone out from the home,
so long tenanted into space; in all the uni
verse no flower, or seed, or fruit that has
come up from the chambers of decay is that
one which was sown; and we entering them
also. carry no hope, however life has an
swered it, which has not beaten echoless
against the gates of death. Yet on the brink
of this grave we neither shrink nor struggle
In the full tide of life's current we move
too swiftly to realize this absolute rest, and
as we enter the swirl of the vortex the swirl
mounts to the brain.