The record-union., 1897-07-04
some RAMBLING THOUGHTS.
BY MEMO.
fcopvrighted by Dave & Tabor.)

(Copyrighted by Dave & Tabor)
! Like a speckled apple in barrel OIL
| good ones. is an idler in community Oh
workers; powerful to produce a similar
condition in others and that only. Loaf
ers are enemies to society, for they do
not suffer the loss Of moral backbone
alone. but they flash the discovery be-
| fore their fellows that it is possible TO
scramble through the world without
much effort As Mrs. Josephine Shaw
| Lowell saws: 'The world is divided
| into two great classes. not the rich and
the poor, but the workers and the
| idlers.'' The frowsy beggar of sturdy
frame whining at your door, and the
child of the wealthy, killing time in
| every conceivable fashion, belongs In
| the same class. Dirt and dalntlneSS,
rags and respectability blend in one
common downfall of all that is best in
human nature. The race has hitherto
gained solely by the sweat of the brow
| in some form or another, and we VINO
| toll see no other way to assure fur1her
| progress But these eaSy-goers tell
US, in effect, that we are fools; ana
they are always gaining fresh listeners.
You who are halting between two opfn-
ions, strong in capacity but weak in
will, undetermined whether to expend
the minimum of effort in the world. or
whether to give of your capacity in full
| measure be the gain yours or not,-let
a toiler speak to you out OF full
heart.
May he be confounded who would
persuade us away from work. 1t al
ways has been a blessing in disguise,
or, as Whittier says:
THE curse of earth's morning
Is the blessing of its noon"
To work is to discover the happy, the
healthful, the hopeful way through life;
for definite labor puts the nerves at
rest and qufets the feverish heart. If
bowed down with sorrow, stricken be-
cause beloved voice is silenced for
evermore; Go, Work. and the motions
of daily duty will solace your spirit If
bewildered at the apparent confusion
in the world, misery where there should
be joy, crops of disappointment from a
generous seeding of hope; Go, Work.
and the concentration of purpose need
ed by your duty will relieve your over
strained brain, and a clearer under
standing of the laws of life will be
yours. The balance of the wide worlds
brain is kept by toll. With nothing to
do the bOundless time for thinking and
puZZling over the mysteries of our end
ing, we should become a universe of
melancholic fataliSts. But the rhythm
of work constantly recurring keeps US
wholesome minded, just as the ebb and
flow of the ocean purifies the world
work is the anodyne for suffering. 1t
is the great sanity-idleness, the in
sanity-of life.
How much we loved the wondrous wand
In childhood'S story told,
which waved by the magiclan's hand
Turned everything to goldi
And changed the cottage mean and low
Into a palace great
And made grimed Cinderella glow
IN robes of royal state.
Yet we too have a magic wand.
Which stranger changes shows
And makes the dreary desert sand
To blossom like a rose.
So let us lift our power on high
We may not dare not shirk-
And move the very earth and sky,
BY simple, honest work.
Let it not be supposed that riches
bring happiness. The owners are only
happy if they have some definite duty
in life. Many of the wealthy toll away
under responsibilities that would crush
| the inexperienced But the indolent
among them are most miserable; the
men out with themselves and
their comrades, following evil to drown
| reflection and being of such little i'm
| portance to the world when they pass
away that they become nothing more
| than worthless names to occupy valua-
| bic space on head-stone; the women
wrapped up in soul-shrinixing ambitions
and devoured by petty jealousies un-
worthy of humanity. They dress for
dress sake, having more worth without
than there is within, and strut their
| little day like puppets on parade No
soul gets satisfaction from that sort of
| life. any more than the prodgal could
| find nOurishment in husks. So spend
no time pining for a condition of ease
| that has more dangers than poverty.
/ tell you that 1 see more happiness
in the faces of shop-girls hurryine
home from work, than in whole ROOM
| full of idling women. The girls toll.
rest, take their wages and look at the
duty of life with an air of independence
But the idling fashionables are scarce
ly raised above the standard of a
Turkish harem; they have been bar
tered for with dowries, bought with
social prestige, and then shut up to an
obJectless life of social inanities. Hap
pier than they, and freer to choose a
lifting mate, is the poorest child of
toll, barefoot beneath the burning SIN
FOR OTHERS.
In aching thought pondered deep
On life'S mysterious maze
And why the world must ever weeD
Inc wicked prosper in his wavS
For ever
Asleep I fell, full YEARLY
Still gazing on the maze
And 10, an angel beckoned me
To verdant nights light-touched by rays
OF sunlight.
And thence I saw the tangled web
Stretched out in beauteous plan
And marked the sea of trouble ebb.
Revealing there that man and man
Were brothers.
And meath the picture written clear.
read hfe's secret sign
The one all-healing panacea
Inc rule that makes each life divine
For others"
The Cause of the Row.
Gibbs--How did Bnffers come to hit
you?
Snoggs-Oh, 1t was all on account of
trifiing difference of opinion between
US.
Gibbs-Difference of opinion?
SnoggS-YeS. I thOught he lied and