Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-05-29

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is true, but the song is strident, and
there is not one of the leal sons and
daughters who does not like to shut off
the buzzing voice and get home to the
clatter of the tea dishes. Humanity has
a keen affection for the gentle body who
frankly lies on his back, snoring it may
be, but letting the full sunlight into his
being through his open mouth.
What great man is there whom we all
love who did not enjoy the absolute
pleasure of mere living? Industry is
beautiful and improving, but when do
we love to think Of Shakespeare-wea-
rily writing his plays or drinking sack at
the Mermaid with Ben Johnson, or bet
ter still, sporting with Judith at the
New Place? When did William Black
prefer to depict him-and think you
that William Black does not know his
market and the wherewith he shall
gather in its spare pennies?
Our own Ben Franklin is the conven-
tional type of industrious manhood,
but who is there who rises above the
maxims of Poor Richards Almanac who
does not know that the great product of
Philadelphia thrift and New England
cunning was at his best when he was
sporting in the luxurious lap of the
French capital?
When do we love Walter Scott best
When he was straining under the goad
OF his creditors, or when he was leading
his tail" to the hunt? Do we soften
most over the idleness of Burns or the
intense industry of SOuthey? Are we
most charmed by the tale of Hawthorne
squandering his hours with his old sea-
faring friends, or LongfelIow investing
his earnings in promising Cambridge
property? When is it that men show
their charming human side? When
they are receptive, of course; when they
have no selfish purpose to gain; when
their intellectual and spiritual pores are
open to all the divine influences of ma
ture and Of their fellow-men. The art
list who shuts himself up in studio and
eats crust at noon while he makes up
his bank book; the author who sports
his oak and writes alone of the soured
experiences of his own existence over
the secondhand accounts of generous
impulses that he cannot afford to in
dulge; the business man whose horizon
is the sum OF his profits-all these are
men born to a heritage, great now and
daily growing; but what a mess they
have made of their possibilities. He
who produces all that he can, who
weayes forever out of his mental and
moral yarn, who never checks the
swiftly moving shuttle Of his brain and
sWOrd-what a wretched wreck is he? If
Izaak Walton had written all within his
power at space rates for daily journal
how much poorer would this world have
been for the want Of the one great book
into which he spun his gentle nature
during the long hours of idlcness with
which he was blessed!
This is a noble world in which we live,
and he who blossoms most pleasantly
and most luxuriantly is he who permits
his nature to expand under the warm
and breathing influence of human com
panionship or of dreamy self-contempla-
ton. 1t is good advice to the young that
they mark with suspicion the man who
is always in a hurry, the man with quick
speech and restless eye, the man who
tells you that representation is the
thief Of time" the man who has never
time for Il days outing, who never
basks in the shade Of trees, who never
drops his line into swift streams where
somes it seems that no fish swim.
Man is to be most trusted when he
seeks the haunts of nature or the COM
radeship of his fellows, when he turns
his back upon the hum of getting on in
the world" and receives humbly and
contentedly what the sun, the plants,
the birds and his fellow beings have to
give to him, for most Of the struggle OF
life is for protection against the weather
and for sustaining food, and in our
efforts for these we spend more time than
do the beasts Of the field for the attain
ment of the same end To the nobier
occupations that bestow on others the
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paratively little of what we call our
leisure, but what should be the most
important part of orr existence. 1t is
in the leisure hours that we should live.
Business and money-getting should be
for the purchase of more leisure, and in
that leisure we would acquire larger
power of good to others if we should fish
more, fishing not only for founders but
for the spiritual jewels that are hidden
n the everyday minds about us, and
for the powers that are slowed away in
our own souls, never to be recognized
unless we give an idle moment to their
search.
And this is the lesson of the soft and
gentle days that seem to have come to |
us at last after so many weeks of coy
hesitation.
Killed by Foul Air.
CENTRALIA, Wash, May 26.-The
grading of one Of the principal streets in
this town was nearing cnmnletinn and |