Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-10
MUST FACE DANGERS.
THUS OUR SOULS GROW AND OUR
 MISSIONS ARE FULFILLED.

Reflections on the UscIessness of Shallow
 Water Explorers-Whcre Should the
 Blame Rest For SIany FniIures?-The Re
 sponsibility of Paternity.
 What would be thought of ship that was launched from its docks with four ish of music and flowing wine, built to sail the toughest and deepest sea, yet manned for an intending cruise along shore? Never leaving harbor for dread of storm. Never swinging out of tho land girt bay because, over the bar, the waters were deep and rough. You would say of such a ship that it's captain was a coward and the company that built it were fools.
 And yet these souls of ours were fashioned for bottomless soundings There is no created thing that draws as deep as the soul of man. our life lies straight across the ocean and not along shore, but we are afraid to venture; we hang upon the coast and explore shal- low lagoons or swing at anchor in idle bays. Some of us strike the keel into riches and cruise about therein, like men-of-war in a narrow river. Some of us are contented all our days to ride at anchor in the becalmed waters of self ish ease. There are guns at every port hole of the ship we sail, but we use them for pegs to hang clothes upon or pigeonholes to stack full of idlo hours. We shall never smell powder, although the magazine is stocked with holy wrath wherewith to fight the devil and his Who,, T o c+r o1n at his ease, while under his very nose some brute is maltreating horse, or some coward venting his ignoble wrath upon a creature moro helpless than he, whether it be a child or dog. 1 1nvolun- tarily think of a double decked whaler content to fish for minnows. Their uselessness in the world is moro appar- ent than the uselessness of a Cunarder in park pond.
 What did God give you muscle and girth and brain for if not to launch you on the high seas? Up and away with you then into tho deep soundings where you belong, o belittled soul! Find the work to do for which you were fit ted and do it, or else run yourself on the first convenient snag and founder.
 bOIu0 BIcdJ NllltI SdlIl tlltU MC ought to begin life as at the source of river, growing deeper every league to the sea, whereas, ill fact, thousands enter the river at its mouth and sail inland, finding less and less water ev- cry day, until in old age they lie shrunk and gasping upon dry ground.
 But there are moro who do not sail at all than there are of those who make the mistake of sailing up stream. There are the women who devote their lives to the petty business of pleasing worth less men. What progress do they make even inland? With sails set and brassy stanchions polished to the similitude of gold, they hover lifetime chained to a dock and decay of their own useless ness at last, like keels that are mud slugged. It is hot the most profitable thing in the world to please. Suppose it shall please the inmates of a bedlam house to sec yon set fire to your clothing and burn to death, or break your bones one by ono upon a rack, or otherwise destroy your bodily parts that the poor lunatics might be entertained. Would it pay to be pleasing to such an audi ence at such a sacrifice? We were put into this world with a clean way bill for another port than this. Across the ocean of life our way lies, straight to the harbor of the city of gold. We are freighted with consignment from roomage hold to keep which is bound to be delivered sooner or later at the great Masters wharf. Let us be alert, then, to recognize the seriousness of our Iacti mi onntanf o1JrSa1vac longer with shallow soundings. Spread the sails, weigh the anchor and point the prov for the country that lies the other side of deep and restless sea. Sooner or later the voyage must be made; let us make it, then, while the timber is stanch and the rudder true.
 When you look at picture and find it good or bad as the case may be, whom do you praise or blame, the owner of the picture or the artist who painted it! When you hear a strain of music and are either lifted to heaven or cast into the other place by its harmonies or its discord, whom do yOn thank or curse for the benefaction or tho intiiction, whichever it may havo proved to be, the man who wrote tho score or the mu-
 
 restaurant and order spring chicken which turns out to be the primeval fowl. Who is to blame, tho waiter who serves it or the business man of the concern | who does the marketing? And so when you encounter tho bad boy, whom do you hold responsible for his badness, | the boy himself or tho mother who | trained him? 1 declare, as l look about mo from day to day and see tho men and women who play so poor a part ill life, it is not tho poverty of their per formance that astonishcs mo so much as the fact that it is as good as it is.
 With the parents that many boys and girls have and the training they receive am perfectly amazed that they ever attain tu even half way responsibility. Did you ever stop to think. 1 wonder, what an awful responsibility is laid upon you with every child given to your home: If you appreciate the risk and take the responsibility l shouldn't think you would find much time for other callings. A man who IS drawing up the plans for new house attends to his business closely and doesn't go ct on many picnics or sail over seas jn pursuit of pleasure while his plans are A man who has entered a young horse for tho Derby spends most of his time training the colt. He doesn't loaf about town or read novels or lie Rbed late: he is alert and on hand if he J expects to win the race. Carelessness and indifference never brought win hing horse under the wire yet.-Amber In Chicago Herald.
 All He Wanted.
 "What do you want?' she asked of the ramp who had made his way around to he kitchen door.
 "Nothin much, ma'am," he replied,