Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-08-29
DICK WALDoN.
Pine Bluff, Arkansas.
Some Rambling Thoughts.
BY "NEMO."
Copyrighted by awe < Taoor.l


 Copyrighted by awe & Tabor.l
 Like a specked ! ple in q Larrel oi good ones, is an iI.er in commu- nity of workers powerful to pro- duce 8 similar condition in others and that only. Loafers are enemies to society, for they do not suffer the loss of moral backbone alone, but they flash the discovery before their fellows that it is possible to scram- ble through the world without much effort. As Mrs. Josephine Shaw Lowell says: "The world is divided into two great classes, not the rich and the poor, but the work CTS and the idlers." The frowsy beggar of sturdy frame whining at your door, and the child of the wealthy, killing time in every con- ceivable fashion, belong in the same class. Dirt and daintiness, rags and responsibility 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 III some form or anoth- CT, and we who toll see no other way to assure further progress. But these easy -goers tell Us, in effect, that we are fools; and they are ai- ways gaining fresh listeners. You who are halting between two opin- ions, strong in capacity but weak in will, undetermined whether to expend the minimum of egort to the world, or whether to give of your capacity in full measure be the gain yours or not,-let a toil- CT speak to you out of full heart.
 May he be confounded who would persuade us away from work. It always has been q blessing in dis guise, or. as Whittier says:
 sThe curse of earth's morning
 Is the blessing of it's noon.'
 To work is to discover the happy, the healthful, the hopeful way through life; for definite labor puts the nerves at rest and quiets the feyerish heart. If bowed down with sorrow, stricken because q beloved voice is siIenced forevermore; Go, Work! and the motions of daily du- ty will solace your spirit. If bewil- desed at the apparent confusion in the world, misery where there should be joy, crops of disappoint- ment from generous seeding Of hope; Go, Work! and the concentra- tion of purpose needed by your duty will relieve your over-strained brain, and a clearer understanding of the laws of life will be yours. The bal ance of the wide worlds brain is kept by toll. With nothing to do and boundless time for thinking and puzzling over the mysteries of our ending, we should become a universe of melancholic fatalists. But the rhythm of work constantly recur- ing keeps us wholesome-minded, just as the ebb and flow of the ocean purifies the world. Work is the ano- dyne for suffering. 1t is the great sanity-lleness, the insanity-of life.
 How much we loved the wondrous
 wand
 In childhood's story told,
 Which, waved by the magician's s
 Turned everything to gold!
 And changed the cottage mean and
 Into palace great,
 And made grimed Cinderella glow
 In robes of royal state.
 Yet we too have d magic wand,
 Which stranger changes shows, And makes the dreary desert sand
 To blossom like {. rose.
 So let us lift our power on niSh.-
 We may not, dare not shirk,- And move the very earth and sky,
 Ky simple, honest work.
 Let it not be supposed that riches bring happiness. The owners are only happy If they avesome dehnlte duty in life. Many of the wealthy toll away under responsibilities that would crush the inexperienced. But thn indnlent among them are most