The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-05-24
Jackson Park. Chicago, May Is.
THE BREvITY OF LIFE.

1t Is Too Short for Nursing Animosity or
Registering Wrongs.
To THE Howard CLUB-Life appears to
be spent in nursing animosity or register
ing wrongs We are and must be, one
and all, burdened with faults in this
world, but the time will come when, l
trust, we shall put them off in putting off
our corruptible bodies; when debasement
and sin will fall from US with this cum
brous frame OF flesh and only the spark
will remain-the impalpable principle of
life and thought, pure as when it left the
creator to Umpire the creature; whence it
came IL will return. perhaps to pass
through graduation of glory.
SO let US not find fault with the world.
The world generally puts men OF brains in
their proper places. and il is all bosh, those
lines OF Gray's, Full many a flower is
born to blush unseen. and waste its reet-
ness on the desert air." / tell YOU it is
not so. The birds of the forest smelt the
fragrance of that flower unseen and sang
sweeter as they rose to meet the sun, or
perchance the wild bees lit upon the
beautions bud and changed its sweetness
into honey. On, mo- Nothing in Gods
universe is lOst-absolutely lost. What
seems so is but laid in store. 1t shall be
brought forth when the days of it's con-
cealInent are over. LO! the seed lies in
the ground for many days, but it is not
dead. In good time it shall spring forth
into new life and beauty.
Oh then. you who work blindly, your
labors all unseen, believe me your reward
is sure If you but wait, and though to your
lips thousand burning questions come,
they shall be answered sometime, some
time! There are sights that you cannot
see. There are sounds that your cannot
hear, for your eyes are blind and your ears
are dull OF hearing. and your heart is clay.
But the problems OF being are unfolding
every hour, and the mystery of social
wrong untangles and the races of men are
getting in line with the truth. Hear
the words OF poet: This fine
old world of ours is but a child,
yet In the go-cartp Patience give it
time to learn its limbs. There IL hand
that guides. / said that nothing in the
world was lost. Let us follow out that
idea little further. IL drop a pebble
upon the smooth waters of the placid
lake, what happens? The waters are dis
tuTbed. Beautiful concentric circles are
formed that ever widen and as they widen
grow fainter and fainter until they strike
the shore. At length to the eve of man the
impulse Is lost. but we. who live in this age
of science, know that il is not so. We
know that the motion once given to the
waters shall never cease, and that the
Effect OF the impulse shall circle the globe
forever. No. nothing in this world ia lost
Every word that We utter, every act that
we perform, even our thoughts, those
secret, unuttered acts, are somewhere
heard, somewhere aeeu sOmeW hera
known. Upon the universal sea of air in
which the whole creation floats all these
things are enrolled. Somehow, somewhere,
sometime. the people of this mundane
world shall reclaim their own. All the
shadowy whisperings imprinted upon
the pages of the universe shall be
heard once more. Then the scroll
of time, engraven with the deeds of
men shall be resolved into one grand
photograph, and men shall listen again to
the words long since forgotten. shall re-
member once more the vile purpose and
the vile act, and whatever the judgment of
the Deity may be they will acknowledge
that il is just and right.
1.-The play IL done-the curtain falls
Hero and villain trade their parts;
The rich scenes change to smoky walls;
The lovers cen forget their hearts.
"And 50 It Is with Iife-a play
Made tragedy or farce at will;
Who knows but 80 the mourners pray
The d cad finds changes greater still2
Friends. expect most of You think
that have deserted the club, as have
been absent from the page for so long, as
believe that this is my second visit since
the last reunion. have not sent in my
name signifying my intention OF joining