The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1894-09-14
HAPPY MEXICO.
A Land Where Peace and Contentme
RelGn Supreme.

A Land Where Peace and Contentmsnt
Reign Supreme.
In every little town in Mexico You
find flowers, central garden or park,
and hear the song Of birds. Roses, red
and white, climb the garden walls and
hang over the edge to salute you as
You pass by. One comes to love the
country lanes with their rose or gera-
MUM hedges or their lofty walls on
either side hiding great cool gardens,
where the fountains play all day.
Everywhere courtesy! from the peon
In the field to the hacendado on his ca
parisoned steed. A land Of calmly
lowing days, where hurry is unknown.
10 to Morelia or Queretaro, If you
wish to leave the modern world Of
daily papers, telephones and railway
rush. You will be in the sixteenth
century, where you may rest.
The happiest men / know on this
planet live in Mexico. One is q monk,
who lives and meditates in an old con-
vent which stands in great orchard,
and the other is blind man of sixty
years, who is as cheerful as the unfail-
ing sun of his land Neither. of these
men has any property, neither may in
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splendid library, or show you treasures
OF art collected in wide travels, yet
you will be happy with him and enjoy
a serene hour. The monk is a saint
strayed from paradise, who lives here
simply to let his light shine, as is COM
manded. An artist would like to
paint his plain, good face. Young peo-
pie go to see him and value his coun-
sells and friendship.
The blind man is welcome guest at
hundred tables, where his wit and
cheerful conversation and wise phil
osophy of life make him often a do
nestle arbiter. How much more do
our bustling millionaires get out of.
life?
My monk says: "We have all of u.s.
rich and poor, just twenty-four hours
in day. Eight we sleep, perhaps, if
our digestion and our consciences are
sound, and ambition does not sit by
our bedside planning, and the rest we
have for work or recreation. The
whole business of life is to get out Of
those waking hours the greatest num-
Der of happy ones. Those who fail to
realize that twenty-four hours in day
are all we have, for we live only from
day to day, and make the best Of them,
fail in life. Often the rich people fail
the most stupidity"
I long ago became convinced that
some of the sanest people on the planet
are locked up in madhouses, and
that the most unhappy lunatics ara
found in counting rooms, bank parlors,
and government offices. The man who
fails to get something of substantial
happiness out of the twenty-four hours
is certainly stark mad. He may eat
well, he may discreetly refrain from
frothing at the mouth, he may not cut
any capers, but lunatic he is all the
same.
1t is a pity that the old converts have
been broken up SO completely that only
once in great while you may come
upon a solitary man, at peace with the
world and with himself, passing the
long, bright days in meditative con-
tent. The religious orders stood for
much. They stood up for calm thought,
for Astounding charity, for resting
places on the rough road of life. But
the locomotive has come, and, with it's
enormous voice, has awakened villages,
towns, cities, and nations to the
modern life Of unrest and fruitless
haste. Its pillar of smoke is seen as
cending from the mountain side, from
prairie, and from crowded towns, and
only few charmed lands remain where
even the iron enchanter may not
wholly disturb the spell of peace.
Among these happy lands is Mexico
Boston Herald.
More Than Human Nature Could Stand.
''Uncle Ephraim," said the police
justice, 1.-The complainant charges you
with having knocked him down with q
whitewash brush and emptied bucket
of the wash all over him."
Eyes, sab" answered Uncle Ephraim,
81 done it, jedge. He arsked me ef
possums waz fit to eat.'-Chicago
Tribune.