The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1893-07-29
THE Gospel. OF WORK
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ssxsracts Frons y MAsteris Speech Oettv.
cred Before Iiody OF Y""ng sien i.,
.Paris-Ths Reiation Hetween Sciencs
and Happiness Explained.
Emile Zola. the famous novelist. pre,
sided at dinner given by the Students
association of Paris. In the course Of
the evening he spoke az follows:
Did science ever promise happinessg
do not think so 'Science promised tiis
truth. and it is questionable il happiness
can be made ont of facts. To bs con.
tent with them even fora day one must
possess stoicism. an absolute ,lnselfisfi-
ness, serenity of intelligence possible
only to the highest minds Therefore a
despairing cry goes u,p from suffering
humanity. How. 1t disks. can we live
without delusions and illusions. II there
is not somewheEe Nsrld where Justice
reigns, where the'wieked are punished
and the good rewardedShow endure the
denominations Of human existencey Ma
ture is unjust ,andeFRel. Science ends
in the monstrous.law. Of thesurvival Of
the strongest Reasoning thus, recoiling
from realities as yet i'll explained, they
seek a dream, put confidence. in, the out
Of sight and hope to satisfy in the be-
yond their yearning ,t0s. fraternity and
justice. :ias
This tiespairing apn&a4or; happiness.
rising on every sidesineyes me infinitely.
Already music sAesENspded to it, lit
erature is trying to satisfy the new thirst.
and art is changing to show its sympa-
thy. 1t is the reaction against natural
ism. which is. they say, dead and buried
! At any rate the movement is undeniable.
IT is felt in all the, manifestations of
mind. and unless it is taken into &C,
count. studied and explained the out
look for the morrow is hopeless.
|. being an old and rugged positivist,
see in all this only:a halt intthe. march
ahead. Indeed 1T ID not eyep that, for
ouf libraries. laberatosieS. &mphithea-
ters and schools are nohdesekted. What
treasures me most rs the fact that the
social ground is unchanged, For new
art to flourish. for ,hew belief to 8fys
humanity new direction, there n4ust
be new soil for them to gefminate and
grow In. Ours Is still tlf& democratic
soil whence the century rose. Faiths
are not resuscitated. and only mythol-
ogy can be made of dead religion. The
next century will affirm this one. What
| will concede is that in literature we
brought the horizon too near, and per-
sonslly ] regret having endeavored TO
limit art to proved yerities.
The new men. by re-extending the
horizon, have regained possession OF the
unknown and the mysterious. and they
have done we'll Between the truths ac-
quired through science. which are not to
be shaken, and the truths to be con-
quered tomorrow from the unknown,
which in their turn will become immov-
able, there is land of doubt and inquiry.
This land belongs as much to literature
as to SCIENCE Intoit We can go as pio-
neers. doing the work Of precursors and
interpreting, according to our talents,
its unknown forces. The IDEAL is' only
the unexplained. It is well enough to
invent SOLUTIONS for the unknown. but
we have no right to put in question and
20 deny facts already verified. As SCH
ence advances the ideal retreats. and il
seems to me that this slow conquest,
though we have the melancholy certi-
tude Of never knowing all. gives life dts
only reason. its only joy.
In these troublous days youth is told
to believe, but nobody tells it exactly
what to believe. Believe, they say. for
the sake of the happiness that comes
from believing. and most especially be-
lieve in order that You may learn to be-
heve. The advice Is not bad in itself II
is certainly great joy to reposel upon
the assurance given by any faith, no mat
ter what The difficulty is that one can
not believe by being willing to do So
Faith is wind that blows where it list
eth. and there only.
In conclusion let me offer you creed
tho creed OF work. Young men. work!
am aware that no counsel could be
more banai In every school at the end
of every term it is given to every boy,
and every boy hears it with indifference
But let me. who have never been any
thing except worker. tell you the re-
ward ! have gained from the long toll
whose effort has filled my life. The
world was harsh to me at first have
known poverty and despair. Later my
existence was battle, and even now the
fight goes on and my work is questioned,
contradicted, insulted Through 1t all
my support has been incessant work
,eo11lar daily. for an end never forgot