Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-04-30

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war ship, where, in the midst of storm
at sea, u great cannon got loose, and it
was crashing this way and that and
would have destroyed the ship; and the
chief gunner, ut the almost certain de-
struction of his own life, rushed ut 1t
with hand spike to thrust between the
spoles of the wheel of the rolling can
non, and by fortunate leverage ar
rested the gun till it could be dashed
fast But that struggle did not seem so
disheartening as that man enters upon
who attempts to fight his natural tenn
permanent, whether it be too fast or too
slow, too nervous or too Emphatic.
God help him, for God only can.
Now, what are the results Of indo-
lence? A marked consequence of this
vice is physical disease. The healthi-
ness of the whole natural world depends
upon activity. The winds, tossed and
driven in endless circuits, scattering the
mists from the mountains and scooping
out death damps from the caves and
blasting the miasma of swamps and
hurting back the fetid atmosphere of
great cities, are healthy just because of
their swiftness and Observation-Disclosures
of sweep. But after while the wind
falls and the hot sun pours through 1t,
and when the leaves are still and the
grain fields bend not once all day long
then pestilence smites its victims and
digs trenches for the dead. The fbunt-
ain, born far up in the wild wood of the
mountain, comes down brighter for
every obstacle against which it is
driven and singing n new song on
every shelf of rock over which it bounds,
till it rolls over the water wheels
in the valley, not ashamed to grind
corn, and runs through the long grass
of the meadow, where the willows
reach down to dip their branches and
the unyoked oxen come Mt even-tide to
cool. Healthy water! Bright water!
Happy water! While some stream, too
lazy any more to run, gathers itselfinto
a wayside pool, where the swine wal
low and filthy insects hop over the sur
face and reptiles crawl among the ooze,
and frogs utter their hideous croalS, and
by day and night there rises from the
foul mire and green scum fever and
plague and death. There is an endless
activity under foot and overhead. Not
one four o'clock in the flower bed, not
not one fly on the window pane, not
one squirrel gathering food from the
cones of the white pine, not one rabbit
feeding on clover tops, not one
drop falling in shower, not one min
now glancing in the sea, not one quail
whistling from the grass, not one
hawk cawing in the sky, but is busy
now and is busy always, fulfilling its
mission as certainly as any monarch on
earth or any angel in Heaven. You
hear the shout of the pillow boys busy in
the field and the rattle of the whifie-
trees on the harrow, but you do not
know that there is more industry in the
earth upturned and in the dumb vegeta-
ton under foot than in all that you see.
If you put your ear to lump of riven
sod you may hear nothing in the roots
and spiculie of grass, but there at work
spades and cleavers and pile drivers and
battering rams and internecine wars.
do not wonder that the lively fancy of
the ancients saw in the inanimate crea-
ton around Floras, and Pomonas, and
Graces, and Fauns, and Fairies, and
Satyrs, and Nymphs.
Everything is busy. Nothing is mani
mate except the man who cannot see
the life and hear the music. At the
the morning stars sang to-
gether, but they were only the choir
which were to lead all the stars and all
the mountains and all the seas in Gods
worship. All natural objects seem at
one and the same time uniting in work
of Joy and worship. In Gods creation
there is no pause in either the worship
or the work or the joy. Amid all natural
objects at one and the same time it is
Hallow cen and Whit Sunday and Ash
Wednesday and All Saints day. All
the healthy beauty of that which we
see and hear in the natural world is de-
pendent upon activity and I'M
rest. Men will be healthy-in-
morally and physically
only upon the condition of an
active industry. know men die every
day of overwork. They droop down in
coal pits and among the spindles of
northern factories and on the cotton
of the south. In every city
and town and village you will find men
grooming under burdens, as, in the east,
camels stagger under their loads be-
tween Aleppo and Damascus. Life is
crushed out every day at counters and
work benches and anvils. But there
are other multitudes who die from mere
inertia. Indulgences every day are
contracting diseases beyond the cathol-
icon of allopathy and homeopathy
and hydropathy and eclecticism. Rather
than work they rush upon lancets and
scalpels. Nature has provided for those
who violate her laws by inactivity,