The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-18

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! twenues or in the teens, what a nuisance
/ You would be to others, and what an Tn
/ happiness to yourselfi Your contempora-
ries woald not want you. and you would
/ not want them. Things that in your ire
I viOus journey of life stirred your healthful
ambition, or gave YOU pleasurabe surprise,
/ or led you into happy interrogation, would
/ only cali forth from you a disguised "Oh,
! pshaw" You would be blase at thirty,
/ and a misanthropc a forty, and uuendur-
/ able to nifty The most inane and stupid
/ thing imaginable would be a second jour
ney of life IL is amusing to hear people
| say: Il would ike 10 live my life over
/ again. If 1 could take my present expert
I ence and knowledge Of things back with
me and begin under those improved aus
/ pices" Why, what an undressing boy
/ you would be with your present attain
1 ments in a chid's mind. No one would
| want such a boy around the hOuse-a
| philosopher at twenty, a scientist at fir
| teen, an aFchaeolOgist al ten, and a dOmes-
tic nuisance all the time. An oak crowd
ed into an acorn A Rocky mountain ca
gle thrust back into the egg shell from
which it was Matched.
Besides that, If you took life over again
you would have TO take It's deep sadnesses
over again Would you want to try again
the griefs and the heartbreaks and the be-
reavements through which you have gone?
What a mercy that we shall never be call
ed to suffer them again! We may have
others bad enough but those Old ones
never again. Would you want to 80
through the process of losing your father
again, or your mother again, or your
companion in life again, or your child
again? If you were permitted to stop at
the siXtieth milestone, or the fftieth
milestone, or the fOrtieth milestone, and
f-an Of To he
experience would be something like mine
one November day in Italy. l walked
through a great city with a friend and
two guides and there were in all the city
only four persons, and they were those
of our own group. We went up and down
the streets, we entered the houses, the
museums the temples the theaters. We
examined the wonderful pictures on the
walls and the most exquisite mosaic on
the floor In the streets were the deep
worn ruts of wagons. but not a wagon in
the city. On the front steps of man.
sions the word Welcome" in Latin, but
no human being to greet us. The only
bodies OF any of the citizens that we saw
were petrified and in the museum at the
gates OF the thirty-fiye thousand peo-
pie who once lived in those homes and
worShipped In those temples and clapped
in those theaters, not one Left For
eighteen hundred years that city of Pom
pei had been buried before modern ex-
ploration scooped out of it the lava of We
suvius Wen, he who should be per-
mitted to return on the pathway of his
earthly life and live it over again would
find as lonely and sad a pilgrimage. 1t
would be an exploration of the dead past
The old schoolhouse, the old church. the
Old home, the old playground either gone
or occupied by others and for you more
depressing than was our Pompeiian visit
that November day.
Besides that, would you want to risk
the temptations of life over again? From
the fact that you are here conclude that
though In many respects your life may
have been unfortunate and unconsecrated
you have got on so far tolerably well, if
nothing more than tolerable, As for my
self. though my life has been far from
being as. consecrated to God as / would
like 10 have had it, I would not want to
try it over again, lest next time l would
do worse.
Why, Just look at the temptations we
| have all passed through, and just look at
| the mulutudes who have gone completely
under! Just call over the roll of your
! schoolmates and college-mates, the clerks
who were with you in the same store or
bank, or the operatives in the same fac
tory, with just as good prospects as you,
who have come to complete mishap Some
young man that told you that he was 60
ing to be a millionaire, and own the fastest
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time he was thirty-five years of age YOU
do not hear from for many years, and
! know nothing about him until some day
he comes into your store and asks for five
| cents TO get mug of beer.
You, the good mother OF a household
ana all your children rising up to call you
| blessed, can remember when you were
| quite jealous of the belle of the village
| who was so transCendently fair and pOpu-
iar. But While you have these two honor
able and queenly names of wife and moth
/ or, she became n poor waif Of the street
| and Went into the blackness of darkness
/ forever. Live life over again? Why if
| many of those who are respectable were
! permitted 10 experiment, the next jour
! ney would he demolition. You get through
/ as Job says by the skin of your teeth Next
/ time you might not get through at all. Sa-
! tan would say: Il know him now better
/ than did before, and have for fifty Years
/ been studying his weaknesses, and l viii
/ weave a stronger web of circumstances to
| catch him next time" And satan would
! concentrate his forces on this one man,
! and the last state of that man would he
/ worse than the first My friends our faces
I are In the right direction. Better go for
! ward than backward, even If we had the
! choice. The greatest disaster 1 can think
! of would be for you to return TO boyhood
! in 1913. Oh, # life We're a smooth Luzelne
! or Cay uga Lake / would like TO GET into
| yacht and sad over it, not once, but twice.
yea, thousand times. But life is an un-
certain sea, and some of the ships crash
4 on the icebcrgs of cold Indifference, and
some take fire of evil passions, and some
lose their bearings and run into the Good
! win Sands, and some are never heard Of
! Surely on such a treacherous sea as that
I one voyage is enough.
| Besides ali his do you know. If yoa
! could have your wish and live life over
AGAIN. it would put you so much further