Arizona republican., 1898-01-12

maroo-ed a soul, We are endowed at birth with all the attributes of nObil- ity. It is the teachers business to develop these attributes, not to make over.
 Here is proposition which I main tain is true-and I throw it out for the consideration of parents and teach CTS alike:-There never was a child born sane who could not be made a genius. Greatness is not born, it is developed. God is not partial, neither is He a peddler of ambitions wares. Genius is but the brain on fire, and all that is required is some one ca pablo of collecting and arranging the fagots and applying the torch Genius is genii asleep, and we know not at what moment nor from what source may come the vivifying elixir of en- thusiasm to rouse it to dynamic en- ergy.
 ''But there Is an education that our schools cannot give-an education that produces largeness of soul and brs adth of thought. Years of academic and professional training may not give the values you may extract from a single book in this library, or from a flower in your fields. The narrow ness, the pessimism absorbed in school may, in natures wonderful university. be transformed into intellectual hos pftality-the hospitality that welcomes Protestantism and Catholicism alike; that welcomes the honest doubter with the same fervor it extends to the wor- shiper of creeds; that Is as broad as the universe and deep as human sym pathy-so deep that the vilest sinner that crouches defiantly in the lowest strata of the slime of sin cannot escape the helping hand and words of solace and cheer, and high enough for us to enjoy the sweet commerce of the skies.
 "1 am not a pessimist If I were and had to entertain my own thoughts, I'd be ashamed of my guests. But we are living in pessimistic age. Skep- ticism is riding the intellects of men to the hounds of frivolity The dog matic mood is rampant; emphatic statement is counted wisdom, and logic is multidudinous phrase Men of liliputian caliber are striving to rue the universe by the audacity of their claims and their boldness of speech They thunder and we quake, they roar and we tremble, they assert and we | admit, they cough and we sneeZe They tell us the grave is the urn foI | the ashes of hope, and we immediately ! feel the ghoul's sharp teeth. They | say an era of truth is but an irridis- cent dream, beautiful hope a pagan myth, faith an illusive phosphores cense, and we meekly bow the knee tc Baal and snap the servile chains oi l ignorance on the ankles of progress What pitiful slavery is the bondage of the brain. I seem to catch tht hoarse, ironical chuckle of old Father
 Time, as his palsied fingers tremb ] lingly turn back the yellow leaves O
 the scroll of ages, that we, of thi
 boasted nineteenth century of enlight
 enment may compare ourselves witl the times called dark.
 "But how may we hope to secur,
 this intellectually. the state of mint
 that welcomes a new thought, rev
 idea as the prodigal son was wei
 comed? Not by living for self alone
 Not by hermitizing. Not by Twin.
 lives of seclusion. Herein lies tn
 farmers greatest danger. Orators ar
 fond of lauding the home life. The.
 call the family the corner stone o
 civilization, the paladin of our fiber
 ties, the fortress of our strength. Blu
 did you ever stop to think that pos
 sibly the family state was not abso
 lutely ideal? That the family life i