The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-02-26

has been torturing HIM. In the human
race. at the lowest end of the scale, / doubt
never to have denied himself for any one;
at the other end of the scale you find
Christ. and of Christ it Is expressly de-
clared by st. Paul that he was but the
fret born of many brethren
The worst possible world" say the pes
slmists; and yet it is already permeated
through and through with love. In the
course of evolution love has emerged along
with pain, and, as I have tried to show
yon, partly by means OF pain. Would not
this result have been worth. If necessary,
ten thousand times the cost? Would any
one barter away for a little more enjoy
ment. the highest gift of evoiutlonf
Surely, even now. the end jusSties
the means-any meane. Even now
there IS enough to compensate for millenni-
ums of what we call waste. Waste! As If
anything could be wasted which formed
part of the steady. onward move of circum-
stances that was to eliminate in the birth
of love! The Author of the Universe. who
pessimists. appears occupied solely
in devising pain. has been all
along creating love. II this 10 to be the re-
suit of His bad things-and OF course waste
thinGs-what must be the unsearchable
goodness of his good things! The evolution
of love is now gong on with amazing rapid
ity. Positive philosophers and Christian
thinkers, all cultivated persons-except
pesslmists-r recognize its value and beauty.
The number of seIf-sscriticing mon and
women. the number OF those who have
merged their own life and well, being In the
life and ell-beiDg of the race, is continu-
ally on the increase. And 8ssuredly the
time is coming when there will be a reign
of love in humanity as invariable and uni
versal as the present reign Of law in nature.
That is
.'The one, far off divine event.
No. de ,f,inh t1a 1<,la fnv,v,
And where Is the man who would begrudge
his own contribution of suffering towards
q consummation so devoutly to be
wlshed2 But though various
causes. over which we have no control.
may lead to our experiencing at times the
do our best as quickly as possible to shake
it of. There are pessimists who assidu-
ously cultivate their melancholy. They
revel in the poetry of despair They are
positively glad to find. the uni.
psss sn ism as as a proof Of their superior ,l
refinement! They might as we'll glory in
their toothache as proof of the superior
lty of their nerves. There is no superiority
about ii. There is nothing but disease.
It is pot the sign of q cultivated
ear to hear nothing in the world but DIS
cords; it Is not the sign of cultivated eye
TO see nothing in the world but ugliness.
nor is it the sign of a cultivated eye to see
0OtuiDR III cDo WOTlu Uut lto WOEtulcseucsS
The peseimistic mood Is an unhealthy
mood. 1t Is a sign that something is
wrong with him who feels 1t. Guilt
vate LII Foster 1t. AS well might you
cultivate delirium or fever l tell you il is
q disease. and il must be cured. And if
you ask me how, / reply, by forcing your
self to dwell upon the bright, rather than
the dark, side of things Instead OF brood
ing over opr waste, and pain. and disease.
and DISAPPOINTMENT and death, think of
pleasure. happiness. beauty. love. life-life
with its infinite power and promise. Gull
tivate oheerfulpessw
The two last words rang in Sam Shrub
sole's ears. they kept pace with his feeble
steps as with his arm through Sarah's he
presently roamed thf0ugh the passage that
led to the outer air.
LISA good bit of a walk but we'll be
just in time for dinner" said Sarah, insen-
sibly qnickening her steps.
THE dinner can wait" said Sam Shrub
sole. stubbornly; "Pve come'd here for two
things to-day-to please you. and please
myself. Pvo listened to your preacher
and senslble. straightforward fellow he
be-wortb all the Methodys ever heard.
and now Pm going TO look Mt the b'ys-to
see If ! can reconnize my by-that's to
please myself"
For Gods sake" whispered Sarah. ur-
gently. don't speak go loud. or we'll be
forbidden here. and get into fine trouble"
The man nodded nbmissively.
''Only let me see 'im.n be said, "Ill hold
my tongue. Honor bright.f
Sarahs brow sm0othed, but ill.luck over
took her "a unwittingly they strayed into
the schoolroOm. rotat first perceIvinR the
row of boys who stood in charge of an
older one waiting the Summons to dinner.
Their eges varied from six to nine: they