Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-03-31
and elbow your way through. "Be hero
in the strife.''
''Trust no future, howe'er pleasant
Let the dead past bury its dead''

How grand! Don't dream of what is
to be. Don't blow castles in the air. Don't
wait for something to turn up. Don't
think that a friend will help you! Help
yourself. Don't brood over the past; it
has gone; you can't recall it, and even If
you had it back you could not use it. 1t is
a dead age and lily adapted to present pur-
poses. Fashions change. Men change
Modes of life change. You would be the
laughing stock of the world going through
the streets with past age strapped upon
your back. You ought to thank the poet
for advising you to ''let the dead past bury
its deadr'
"Act-act-in the living presence
Heart within and God DER head"
These are stirring tones.
Catch the inspiration of the times in
which you live, and move on to success.
A feeble peep indicates a chicken heart
a bold, brave, manly dash, shows & brave
heart, and this coupled to consciousness
that you are right, and that God is with
you, will enable you to accomplish deeds
that will astonish the world.
Lives of great men all remind US
We can make our lives sublime.''
Nothing the poet has ever written, so
completely encourages young men to
aspire to deeds of greatness as the lines 1
have just read. And why not? George
Washington was surveyor; Franklin and
Greeley were printers; Roger Sherman
was shoemaker; Webster was a farmer;
Lincoln was rail splitter; Garfield was a
teacher; and in all the elevated walks of
existence, both political and liter
airy, the stars that glitter most
and shine the brightest, sprung
from what is demonstrated the lowest
ranks of life. The poor city boy and the
honest farmers son can climb the ladder
of fame and reach its topmost round just
as well as those who have gone before
them, and so,
I'VE can make our lives sublime,
And departign, leave behind US
Footprints on the sands OF time.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing DER Efe's solemn main:
forlOrn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, can take heart again.
The weary traveller, after wandering
around IN snow storm for several days,
| suddenly strikes path which leads to a
hospitable roof. How his heart thrills
| with happiness. Though weak, and tired
! and exhausted, he presses on to his des-
tined end. The young student, almost
discouraged by the obstacles in his way,
begins to faint by the way side, when he
| discovers footprints of illustrious mon be-
| fore him. He traces them back. They
come from the same direction from
whence he came. He stakes heart again, 81
| and moves forward to victory.
''Let US then be up and doing,
With heart for any fate.;'
| No matter what mishaps may have &C.
Cured. No matter what disappointment
have met US. No matter how discouraged
we may have been, Or how almost hopeless
our case may be, the past rings in oul
ears, 'Never mind overcome all these diff
iculties-be up and doing-have a heart
| for any fate;' and when a young man
reaches this point, he is not only philoso
pher, but he is on the platform of true
manhood. For heart ready for ann fate
| is ready for any emergency.
''Still achie' ing, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.''
That IS to still press forward in the strife
for success. TO be patient. To be calm
| To be firm.
art is long and time is feeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave y
How true! A picture, the work of art
| will continue beautiful for ages. Time
never stops.
Memories of loved ones may remain be-
| hind, but the dead are gone forever. and
We are all floating down that river which
is studded with silver minutes and golden
hours, and that will, in very short time,
| land US in the ocean of eternity.
''Still like the muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.''
Less than year ago, the author Of this
poem was alive and well. To-day Long
fellow is dead. Just preceding him, my
good friend DR.. G. D. Williams, who has
| addressed you often from this platform,
passed over the river to the other shore
and then, the Great Reaper, not satisfied
with gathering in the full shock of corn
enters quietly the pleasant home of your
preceptor, snaps from its earthly stem
the beautiful rose and transplants it to
the garden of God. Noiselessly he
steps into the school room. In velvet shoes
ne stalks through these aisles, and then
there is a vacant desk and a vacant chair.
Truly we can say
''Art is long and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still like mutfled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.''
The piano used at the graduating exer-
eises of the St. Paul business college last
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