The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-06-04

EWOrk not exactly belonging to him. ne
other is glad to help the other clerks
| in their work. The first will be a pro-
longed nothing, and he will be poorer
at sixty years of age than at twenty.
iSThe other will be merchant prince.
Incidence is the cause Of more failures
sih all occupations than you have ever
suspected. People are too lazy to do
/ what they can do, and want to under
take that which they cannot do. In the
drama Of life they didn't want to be a
common soldier, carrying a halbred
across the stage, OF a falconer, or q
mere attendant, and so they lounge
about the scenes till they shall be
called to be. something great. After
awhile, by some accident Of prosperity
or circumstances, they get into the
place for which they have no qualiica-
ton. And very soon, il the man be q
merchant, he Isl going around asking
his creditors to compromise for 10
cents on the dollar. Or, if a clergyman,
he is making TRADES against the ingrat-
itude Of churches. Or, if an attorney,
by unskillful management he loses a
case by which widows and orphans are
robbed of their portion. Or, it physi-
clan, he by malpractice gives his pa
tient rapid transit from this world to
the next. Our incompetent friend
would have made a passable horse doc
tor, but he wanted to be professor Of
anatomy in a university. He could
have sold enough confectionery to have
supported his family, but he wanted
to have a sugar refinery like the Have
meyers. He could have mended shoes,
but he wanted to amend the constitu-
ton Of the United States. Toward the
end of>life these people are out of pa
tience, out Of money, out of friends,
out Of everything. They go to the poor
house, or keep out of it by running in
debt to all the grocery stores and dry
goods stores that will trust them. Peo-
pie begin to wonder when the curtain
will drop on the scene. After awhile,
leaving nothing but their compliments
to pay doctor, undertaken and Gabriel
Grubb, the grave-digger, they disap-
pear. Exeunt! Kissed off the stage.
Others fall in the drama Of life
through demonstrated selfishness. They,
make all the rivers empty into their
sea, all the roads Of emolument end at
their door, and they gather all the
plumes of honor for their brow. They
help no one, encourage no one rescue
no one. "HOw big pile of money can
1 get?' and How much of the world
can absorb?' are the chief questions.
They feel about the common people as
the Turks felt toward the Asapi, or
common soldiers, considering them of
no use except to fill up the bitches with
their dead bodies while the others
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After awhile this prince Of worldly
success is sick. The only interest so
ciety has in his illness is the effect that
his possible disease may have on the
money markets. After awhile he dies.
how he started with nothing and ended
with everything. Although, for sake
of appearance, some people put hand
kerchiefs to the eye, there is not one
genuine tear shed. The heirs sit up all
night when he lies in state, discussing
what the old fellow has probably done
with his money. 1t takes all the livery
stables within two miles to furnish
funeral equippages, and all the mourn
ing stores are kept busy selling weeds
of grief. The stonecutters send in pro-
posals for monument. The minister
at the obsequies reads of the resurrec-
ton, which makes the hearers fear that
ii the INSCRIPTIONS financier does come
up in the general rising he will try to
get a corner on tombstones and
graveyard fences. All good men are
glad that the moral nuisance has been
removed. The Wall street SPECTATORS
are glad because there is more room
for themselves. The heirs are glad be-
cause they get possession Of the long
delayed inheritance. Dropping every
feather OF all his plumes, every certifi-
cate of all his stock, every bond of all
his investments, every dollar of all
his fortune, he departs, and all the
rolling of Dead March in Saul and all
the pageantry Of his interment, and all
the eXquisiteness of sarcopha gus, and
all the extravaganza of epitapholoey
. cannot hide the fact that my text has
come again to tremendous fulfilment.
Men shall clap their hands at him
and shall hiss him out of his place.
You see, the clapping comes before
the hiss. The world cheers before it
damns. SO, it is said, the deadly asp
ticl1les before it stings Going up, is
he? Hurrah! Stand back and let his
galloplng horses dash by, a whirlwind
Of plated harness and tinkling head
gear and arched neck. Drink deep of
his Madeira and cognac. Boast Of
how well you know him. All hats off
as he passes. Bask for days not wears
in the sunlight of his prosperity Co
ing down, is he? Pretend to be near
sighted, SO that you cannot see him
as he walks past. When men ask you
if you know him, halt and hesitate as