New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-10-18
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Sermons? Yes, two of them, right here,
thrusting themselves up out of the very stones
of the pavement we are hurrying over preaching
themselves to the great procession of men tnm-
bling over each other in headlong race to
get there" Only the trouble is nobody needs
them. Here and there some one catches what
we in the newspapers call the headlines Of sto-
ries what they call in the pulpit the text. But
most of what we really learn, learn to proirt
by, is not from what anybody tells us, or from
what happens to anybody else, but just from
what happens to ourselves; from our own ex-
perience. But in our resting to-day, in various
ways, following our inclinations, perhaps, which,
let us hope, are not very bad, or our ideas OF
duty, which should be high, we are paying heed
to the requirement of nature which sets aside
one day in seven for rest. In this brief inter
val it will certainly do us no harm to forget
for moment what has happened to ourselves
and give passing thought to what has hap
pened to somebody else.
Over in Boston there was business man
who in very few years had made by his own
energy shrewdness and tact great financial
success He was man of admirable traits, of
a generous nature, genial, companionable, and
popular among his associates; one of the few
who are not spoiled by good fortune, but re-
tain the goodwill of their fellows in spite OF
their getting ahead. Last year they said he was
worth S50O000-a great deal Of meney for a
man who began with nothing to get together
at the age of forty. He was well known on the
stock exchanges of NewYork, Boston and Phila-
delpha In his line of business he had made a
considerable reputation as well as fortune.
He had carried several important enterprises to
success, and till within year so uniformly had
his ventures succeeded that his name had be-
come almost a synonyme for successful achieve
ment Last Thursday men said: "Nervy''
Evans was very fortunate man; that he was
one of the few who "get there" Last Friday
morning, in little town in NewHampshire,
where he had gone for rest. he put a pistol to
his breast and made an end of all OF it. Dead
Is there anything in it to think of?
Last week there was meeting of the d.
nctos of great corporation here in New
York. The president Of the company was a
man who had risen from very small beginnings
to the possession of large wealth and position
of great influence in the business community
He, too, was genial and generous man and
presumably popular Such confidence had the
stockholders of his company in his ability and
integrity that he administered the company's
affairs for years without check and without
supervision, no question being raised even as
TO whether he actually owned stock enough in
the company to qualify him to act as an officer
He seemed to be in the enjoyment of all the
good things Of life. Of him, too, whoever had
been asked a week ago would have said: "He
is one of the favorites of fortune. He always
gets there" But when the door of the directors
room opened that day something had happened
to John Hoey. Not death. Worse than that
disgrace. Is there anything in that worth
thinking Of?
Is it worth while to "get there' at such a
cost? Here were two men who "got there"-
successful-seemed to be favorites of fortune
and to be having an uncommonly good time
one dead-the other, worse.
Text? Yes this is it. Anna Of Austria
once said it: "God does not pay at the end
of the week--but He pays"