The commonwealth., 1898-02-03
GREAT THOUGHT.
IT IS THE DRIvE-WHEEL OF
THE WORLD.
MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING.
Some Rambling Thoughts.
BY "NEMo.
copyrighted by Dave & Tabor.)

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A pimple by no means proclaim'
approaching death. One day it is yisi
BILE another day, and it is gone. View
ed with a microscope it is terrible
enough, but looked at from a fitting
distance it is lost to sight. Often it is
solely a sign of unhealthy skin in one
small spot, that is all. Thus also with
the startling murders that reach ou1
knowledge through microscopic
s'press." Awful are their details and
enormous seem their tendencies as
they fill out columns of space to the
exclusion from our vision of all those
things that are progressive and healthy.
Believe me, the powerful poisons in
our National life are not to be found
in these fierce bIotches, unsightly
| though they may seem. There Is
more danger beneath the smooth skin
of false civilization, where selfshness
rules employers, and, in turn, domi-
mates the workers as we'll where men
lose sight of their obligations 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 them
selves. Surface complaints show them
selves and are treated chronic diseases
100 often sap the strength until too
late. Against these let US be watchful
instead of lifting up "holy" hands in
horror at some wretched ylelder to
anger.
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A sententious individual when asked
the time-old question, "Is life worth
livlng?" replied very aptly, "That de-
pends on the liver" True enough
whether you have in mind a person O.
an organ of the body So mark you,
before we 60 any further, that in food
there is both lite and death. The very
elements that strengthen us, and build
our tissues. begin to poison us unless
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 SER
vice 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 feed
ing crib, whereat we must linger, if we
would live, and whereby we are laying
up painful burdens to ourselves unless
we eat wisely and not too we'll. But
just as the child is discontented with
creeping, after it once stands upright,
so the joys of the world of thought
make us sink to a secondary place in the
Joys OF the world of food, and the
"liver's" estimate 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 luice-way-leaving nothing be-
hind 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.
If he takes hold 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, progressive, helpful
ideas, little wonder that life seems like
the mocke-y of daylight to blind
man. Thought like food must be con-
stantly added to and never retained
indefinitely without re-acting upon the
world we llye in,-or we stagnate in
mind and become sluggish and ulti-