Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1898-02-02
SOME RAMBLING THOUGHTS.
BY MEMO.
Copyrighted by Dave \ Tabor. /

a pimple by no means proclaims APP
preaching death One day it is visible;
another day, and it is gone. Viewed with
microscope it is terrible enough, but
looked at from fitting distance it is lost
to sight. Often it is solely sign of I'M
healthy skin in one small spot. That is
all.
Thus also with the startling murders
that reach our knowledge through a
microscopic "press" Awful are their
details and enormous seem their ten
denotes as they fill out columns of space
to the exclusion from our vision of all
those things which are progressive and
healthy. Believe me, the powerful poisons
in our national life are not to be found in
these fierce hlotches, unsightly though
hey seem. There is more danger beneath
the smooth skin Of false civilization,
where seldshness rules employers, and,
in turn, dominates the workers as well !;
where men lose sight Of their obliga
lions to one another; where purses breed
pride and poverty breeds envy; where,
beneath sanctimonious professions lust
rules rampant both within and without
the household; where boys are not taught
to reverence womanhood, and where girls
are not taught to reverence themselves.
Surface complaints show themselves and
are treated; chronic diseases too often
sap the strength until it is too late.
Against these let US be watchful, instead
OF lifting up "holy" hands in horror at
some wretched yielder to anger.
sententious individual when asked
the time-old question, "ls life worth
living?" replied y"ry aptly, THAT
depends on the liver
True enoughl whether you have in
mind person or an organ of the body.
So mark you, before we go any further,
that in food there is both life and death.
The very elements that strengthen us, and
build our tissues, begin to poison us un-
less they are removed from the body as
soon as their work is done, and in this
labor OF removal the organ mentioned
above does quiet, accomplishing service
under great aggravation from some of us,
unholy eaters of complex dishes. SO far
as our bodily life is concerned. the world
is nothing but vast feeding crib,
whereat we must Hnger, IL we would
live, and W hereby we are laying up pain
full burdens to ourselves unless eat
wisely and not too we'll.
But Just as the child is discontinued
with creeping, after it once stands up
right, SO the joys OF the world of thought
make us sink to secondary place the joys
of the world OF food, and the "lfver's" es
innate of life and its worth is settled by
the thoughts he has. If he is satisfied
with the thoughts OF others and let's them
pass through his brain like water passes
through an open sluice way - leaving
nothing behind except high water mark
it is not astonishing that he finds life
empty. Thought, like food, must be
made to surrender to US nourishment,
which thereupon becomes part OF our
selves.
II he takes OF the thoughts OF times past,
holds on to them as though thought never
moved. swears by the knowledge he
gained years ago, closes his mind both
against the gaining or giving Of new, pro-
gressiye, helpful ideas, little wonder that
life seems like the mockery OF daylight to
blind man. Thought, like food, must be
constantly added to and never retained
indefinitely without reacting upon the