The Red Cloud chief., 1896-05-29
CLASS '96.

Pleasure is an evAnesoent some
thing which, when rcslized, becomes
nothing. Full Of promise in aticips.
ton, it's realization turns .hs expected
gold into dross. Tho supposed beau.
tiful picture on nsarsr approach is
seen to be q dsub; the apparent beau.
tiful gloss is only mould; the froth Of
the cup covers only the bitter dregs
that lie beneath aud the sweet portion
becomes acrid ere il passes the lips.
Such 10 pleasure, yet We seek il, pur
sue It, trusting that il will give joy,
happiness, contentment, tue alas, oven
In its maddest whirls there is . sting
Of regret, remorse, d~iseontsnt, ono
moment Of doubtful, heeting joy
bringing with it years Of repentance
ana sorrow. In looking backward we
end that the things which seemed to
have the least charm are the only
events which have made any impress
sion upon US, and we do not relate our
pleasures but our labors, because they
are the realities.
Have you not seen . child work by
tho hour to get to some desired sunny
spot and just as he reaches out to
grasp the sunbeam, . cloud 6it by and
destroy the coveted goal1 Thus il is
10 life; thus it is in pleasure. Have
We not striven for years to obtain the
pleasures of . certain hour and then
whom it is almost attained, it 10 snatch.
cd away by some unseen power and all
our labor has been in vain.
Mshomet says, paradise is under
the shadow Of swords" Whether this
be true or not, va know that every
thing worth attaining is surrounded
by dangers and difficulties. Often
things which should be 9 pleasure to US
are not, because we are wishing for
something that We cannot obtain
which probably when gotten would
bring with it grief and sorrow, al
though at present it resembles the
most excellent things, which all have
q rainbow character.
Nothing is more hurtful to . youth
than to have his soul sodden with
pleasure. The best qualities of his
mind are thus wasted, his appetite 70,
the highest kinds Of pleasure is des'
troyed, common enjoyments become
tasteless, and when he comes to take
up the work and duties Of life, the re-
suit 10 often only aversion and disgust
As . child turns from broken toys, &C
. youth turns from his withered pleas
ures and he will 6nd that his very e.
pacity for enjoyment has been des
troysd. A most pitiable sight il
man who has thrown away his youth
in folly. 1t is among such persons
whose youth has been sullisd BY Pre-
mature enjoyment, that va fud til,
prevalence Of skepticism, sneering and
cgotism, which proves . soured nature
The happy goal Of = we'll spsut lif'
is reached only through dangers ant
difficulties which have cast theil
shadow Y g the whole journey.
In lifs's morning We begin the pleas
ant excursion through fields refulgen
with the dews and fragrance Of sprin,
times beautious flowers. We pass OF
along the pleasant banks, keeping ste]
to the ripping music of time, where
near its source, it MARBLES as a littl
stream among the pebbles of its bed
As We proceed, two ways appear, on
called pie asure, the other, duty. tn
former appears pleasant and brigh,
the latter, dull and and prosaic; i
each, sha dowy forms appear beckou
ing us to enter; our inclination ten
toward the first, our better self urge
that we take the second. In GU
youthful inexperience We de not kno,
that the flower bordered way of tn
former leads to the desert of disar
pointment, despair and woe; we d
not know that the honey dew on il
flowers changes to the bitterness c
gall; that the sweet songs of its bird
. ere long will become the croak of tn
. vulture, remorse gnawing at the vol
t Of our withered hopes and hear