Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-11-15
THE MYSTERY OF LINA,
WRITTEN FOR THE DISPATCH

WRITTEN FOR THE pIsPArcH1
The mystery of life will be found to b
A result of conditions as we shall SEQ.
The leaves and the flowers the spring brings
Serve their purpose and then return to Garth.
Where now are the children of years to como.
Whose lips are yet clay and whose tongues
are dumb?
Mutations OF matter shall bring thcm forth,
In corpuscular germs shall be their birth.
Nor along the line Is there anything strange,
No less and no more than a law of exchange.
They come, they live and while they stay,
With some varied experience along the way.
And they see-saw through in a sread-mfll
And seldom they think Of the little hound
The little hillock that marks at last
The wreck whose organic form is past
What was that 'Hife" that 30 came and
In youth so erect in age so bent,
In youth 80 sturdy, 80 strong and gAyf
In age decrepit, SO wan and grayf
The life that came with helpless crI
The life that closed with a weary sighi
The life that dwelt in a homo OF clayi
The life that finally passed awayp
If we seek for the truth, let the verdict be-
What the evidence warrants, nor dfsagree3
Il but by ANALYSIS, close we stay,
To solve each problem, we find a way.
But it is not meet that we first conceive,
That a tact can be nodded to what we DO
lieve,
With a logical method and a similar rule,
We must get at each TACT as we did in school.
Thus truth may differ from what we think
And as soon as possible all should learn,
That no natural law from its way will turn.
A n,on .nd an angina ara rnurh tba anra
The difference is rather in how they came,
Ones force is electric, the other is steam,
But man as a motor holds sway supreme
When our physical frame Is at it's best,
ALI its parts work in harmony and with
The stomach, its fuol, transforms 70 force,
Which along the nerves to the brain must
The brain as a battery, then and there,
This energy stoves which it need not spare,
And mark how sudden. Is loss from gain,
If any mishap befalls the brain.
Old age or blood clot, softenins. those
Are few Of the troubles that may by de-
Wipe ogs all intelligence. nor need It sur
That much is dependent on where the brain
lies.
Quantity, quality, culture and kind,
These are factors in the makeup of mind
With all parts in harmony, nothing in
strife
We see at its highest, the condition of life.
When the motor generates less of force
1t will run in a wobbling way, of course; :.
1t wheezes awhile and starts anew,
Worn out bearings and shaky all through.
Firebox, crown sheet, steam chest, stack
Governor, balance wheel, going to rack
Cross-head rattling and humping shaft
With a general clatter fore and aft
Valve seats battered and CRATE all sprung.
Pumping air with II leaky lung,
Thus it runs along till there comes a day
OF collapse and wreck, like the Deacon's
Shay!
Yet, though tits thus there Is nothing lost
For life in general is worth its cost,
Once the engine is junk and the metals rust, |
Each part goes back to its former dust.
It is Natures law and is SO decreed,
That tie living forms from the dead must |
feed,
So each vernal blade that the zephyr waves |
Draws its aliment from preceding graves.
In all Of this there Is then no strife,
For death Is the inverse side of life,
But when any brain its career has run,
That life and those mental conditions are |
done. N.
WANPuM, Pa, November 10, lSel !