Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-09-20

There Is no afterpart, no succeeding
chapter that calls for conservation to
great purposes, for self-renunciation.
And our young men and young women
are approaching their maturity many of
them without a single serious reflection,
without the faintest appreciation of
life's intense significance. | heard of
n young man whose supreme object
was to balance q broomstick upon his
chin; another's was to be a champion
s%culler; another the first football player
in the country; another to go 40 days
without food. | am not now decrying
these achievements, but you will hardly
pronounce any of them the noblest form
of ambition, or q preparation for heav-
ems splendid emolumentS. And you
know young women who encourage this
aimlessness in young men. They are
willing to have any one call on them
and pay them attention who can get
into pantaloons, no matter whether he
has manhood or not, whether he earns
enough to keep him or not, whether he
has a business or profession or purpose.
They do not stop to ask half the time
where he has spent his Saturday night,
or why he eats cloves or coffee or some
other aromatic. High aim in life! That
is what I'm pleading for, an ambition
that reaches to heaven, and counts no
failure so great as that which misses
heaven. Better to be born blind than
not to see the glory of life. Alexander
once said to Diogenes 'What can do
for you?' Diogenes replied, ''Stand out
of my light" Young friends, do not be
willing to be distractions. to be simply
things in the way of other people, doing
no good, aspiring to no good. Let the
voice of heaven allure you. Let the
king in his beauty attract you and draw
you onward. Play not with the follies
of the world. Spend ne time in sowing
wild oats. Disdain to stooE to anything
that is low and little and mean. Give
10 ear to persuasive doubts. Remember
your high destiny and live up to it!
Earth has its stern duties, but bear them
bravcly, and afterwhile earth will merge
into heaven. This life'has its puzzles,
its %bewildering experiences, but yonder
is the solving of every riddle, the unfold
ing of every mystery, the beatitic vision
of the king In his beauty! You shall
see it all! I shall see it all! Salvation!
satisfaction! glory! rapture! majesty
transcendent, peace, perfect peace!
Only wait and murmur not.
The genius of skepticism is intcllectu-
ally entertaining, but not spiritually
satisfying. She tells us the beauty of
her sciences. She takes us to her lab
oratories and unveils her discoveries,
to the open fields wherein she has la
bored with enthusiasm and success.
She takes us by the hand and leads
through meadows beautiful with flowers,
and repeats to us the story that they
tell. She shows the giant oaks, the
waters of the deep, the rocks and i'm
posing mountains, the pathway of the
stars, and leads from star to star until
we reach the point where the dim light
of the %fartherest star seems to mingle
with the shade, and then we ask her,
sIs this all?' SIS there no God behind
phenomenal" "No land beyond?" She
hangs her head and has no answer, and
we are unsatisficd. We leave her and
take the hand of the genius of Christi
anity. She leads us through the same
fields of radiant flowers, but points out