The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1898-02-10
life in him than glass of champagne

life In him than glass OF champagne
left over night. tt,r
Higher yet, however, the stage OF
picturesqueness-a ay rate to de-
spondent saints-which Is reserved for
the boy of real linguistic genius who,
in full flight of vision of the validity of
a universal principle, applies 1t. as
Newton his apple, in pronouncing the
condition of his overturned and spirit
ually dead beat uant as that of one
simply gone stale on meetings" This
is insight. This Is superb generali-
cation that reveals new worlds to con-
quer and refutes once and forever the
saying Of the pedantic old Roman
grammarian that nobody, not even
Caesar on his throne, has power to In
vent new word. What fanatic reyi-
valist-exhausting in his audiences
their last capacity Of response to i'm
agery of terror or exultation, and leav-
ing their minds as scared and black
ened as drought or fire leaves the prai-
RE grass---ever took home to his nina
this fresh and vitality phllosophic APP
plication of the figure of speech to the
state Of his own victims Here at last
a. N PASSOSAolAo WY WhSAAA PAAANN~So'~NN-
societies, entitled to confer honorary
degrees, ought to seek out and make
P. D. of. For it Is to such the effete
nations must look for the revival of
the pristine vigor and sap of their
mother tongues.
No one has ever had an athlete
friend, figure of superb physical
manhood, who, after weeks on weeks
of severest training for a boat race or
football game. has suddenly gone
stale" but knows all the temporary
wreck and pathos the phrase stands
for Outwardly what IA piece of work
is the man! - in form and NOV
ing, how express and admirable! In
action, how like an angel! the
beauty OF the world! the paragon of
animals' Yet all is but the beauty Of
the iridescent nautilus shell out Of
which has persisted the living creature.
The exhausted fountain within has
gone dry and no longer bubbles up In
quickening food. The day Of the race
will come, but there will he no light Of
victory in his eye. He will take his
seat and pull with sheer heroic will,
but heroic will without life force to
float it and irnpart buoyancy Is but as
the inhalation and expiration Of the
lungs in a vacuum.
All! In this OVERTURNED" world of
| men and women, IT is not the athlete
alone, nor even poor aunty, lamenting
| that not Mr.. Moody himself is able to
| quicken a spiritual pulse in her, that
are victims of the misery OF having
| gone stale" Homes are there on ev-
cry hand in which devoted wives are
lamenting.in secret that the JOY Of love
| has gone out of their lives, the old
springing love at the sound of the foot
| fall of husband or child. Men Of at
| fairs are there on every hand haunted
with a weary sense that there Is no
| elasticity of interest in the spirit with
which they doggedly pursue their
| tasks. Students, artists, preachers are
there on every hand, who cry in
! dreamy despair that the poets, the
| thinkers, the beauties Of nature, the
clarion voice Of duty, the presence of
God, no longer stir them to the quick.
Yet how many Of these are capable of
as rational diagnosis Of their case as
| the little boy made of aunty's when
he pronounced her gone stale on
meetings." and tried to comfort with
the precisely parallel cases of Bob Ma
son, the stroke oar, and Bill Sykes, the
phenomenal base ball player? over
trained Aunty, that's air. Every
thing can be overturned in man, as
| literally as every field on the farm can
be overcropped Thence is it that the
domestic affections "go STALE" the
practical mans zest for activity, the
artists response to beauty, the preach
ers sensibility to religion. The soil Is
overcropped and must lie fallow till
| the recuperative forces Of nature shall
store it once more with material of or
ganic life.-Boston Herald