The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1895-01-11
VOL. XL---NO. 2.
ToMoRROWNEVER COMES.


Longfellow has said that 'Our unfin-
ished tasks wait like mendicants at our
gate" The shiftless man expects to
accomplish tomorrow the work of
yesterday, and wastes today the va
que plans for the future. The salts
| faction of being abreast of his work
he has never felt.
His office table is always buried un-
der an avalanche of unanswered let
tiers, unchecked accounts and unsort-
ed documents of every kind. A place
for everything and nothing in its place
is his idea of order. Correspondents
have to write twice or more before he
replies, and then he never answers any
of their communications fully; and as
to paying accounts on the day due,
that is an act he is never guilty of.
He intends to be honest, but he delays
the doing of it until it is too late.
The man who, through mere habit,
has fallen into shiftless methods and
dilatory ways seems to himself to be
overwhelmed with business He has,
he complains, mo time to do any
thing" He is always few minutes
too late to catch the train or just miss
es an important appointment
His position is like that of a person
would would attempt to climb a lad
der with both hands full of packages.
A step forward means the loss of bal
ance, and the shiftless man spends all
his energy in recovering his own pos
sessions.
What he did yesterday slips from
his grasp as he reflects on tomorrow,
because his plans do not provide for
the necessities of today. He resolves
at night to accomplish the unfinished
task tomorrow, but when the sun rises
he discovers that it is simply another
today" and delays the purpose for a
more leisurely occasion.
The prospector digs among the rocks
and washes the sand in search of gold,
and when the day is over and nothing
of value has rewarded his efforts,
buoys his courage with dreams of the
glittering nuggets which the shovel of
tomorrow will bring to the surface
The miners tomorrow may serve some
useful purpose and cheer his heart,
but the business man who puts off
the present duty will never find a to-
morrow to which he can intrust the
demands of today.
HOW SHE STARTED THE HORSE,
What are we stopping for?"
Sdlu Ullc Danny hOT6c Ou UIlO
track - answered the gentleman.
He Wont move for whipping, rpelt-
ing, or whispers in his ear, Or any
thing" Did | ever tell you," she
asked, "about my experience with a
balky horse No? Well, it was out
on Colorado plains. The most elegant
young eligible of our set had invited
me to take ride behind high spir-
tied, fine blooded horse. got myself
up to do Justice to the occasion. All
went delightfully."- until we were out ON
the open plain outside of Denver,
when the valuable animal concluded
to pause in his rapid movements and
mediate. Ny escort shook the reins,
clucked persuasively, demonstrated en-
couragingly, gave touch of the whip,
at which the horse reared and kicked
viciously, but still we were stationary
out ON that lonely sandy level. My
elegant escort grew red in the face
with modification, clinched his teeth
SO as not to let slip any regrettable
words. If you will allow me to get
out could start him. he said. oh,
by no MEANS l rejoined; L could
never hold him. Let me get out and
been told that worked like a charm
And SO it did. l clambered out of the
buggy, grabbed good fist full of fine
sand, opened the jaws of that horse
and threw it in. The astonished horse
tore off like a flash, and as l stood
alone, five miles from home in that
solitary place, and watched the mad
dened horse, the powerless driver and
the black buggy grow mere dot in
that distance, l decided the expert
ment had been perfect success as far
as starting the horse was concerned"
KNOWS ONLY TWO TUNES.
Speaking of music, here is true
story of well known and greatly es-
teemed Boston journalist to round out
with:
The journalist is so far from beinga
musician that he is accused of being
destitute of the sense of tune. One
time he was rallied on this point by a
lady of his acquaintance, who asked
him point blank
us it true, Mr.. A, that you don't
know one tune from another p
1T is fact" he said, that can't
readily distinguish tunes apart. There
are only two tunes that 1 really know
WE'LL
What are they %
"Old Hundred and the long meter
Doxologyn'