Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1898-03-18


i succ,--ss Ask that question ola hundred
different men. and they will give hun
dred different answers. one man viii Sag.
Success i a million dollars another wIl
say. Success j. worldwide publicity au-
other will say success {, gaining that
which you started for But a. I. i q free
country. / give nay "wn definition. aui
say, success l. ulillln- ihr particular
mission upon which yUu were sent. whether
10 write constitution. or iDvru- new
style oi wheeihlrroW, 90 take care al q sich
child Do what od calls you To do, and
you are success whether YOU leave
million dollars at death or arr buried az
public expense, whether Il takes htte"n
pages Of AN encyclopedia 20 tell th' won
drrful things you have done, or your name
T. never printed hut once. and that ~ the
death column. But whatever your success
has been, you are not satisfied with YOUR
life.
But some Of you would have to- 20 back
further than TO twrnty-One years oi age 10
make a fair start, for there are many who
manage to get all wrong hcfOreth that period.
Yea, Ia order To get fair start, some would
have To go back to the father aud mother
aud get them corrected: yea to the grand
father and grandmother. amt have their
o. corrected. for some Of YOU are suffering
from bad hereditary influences which
started a hundred years ago. We'd. IlNour
grandfather lived his life over again. and
your father lived his life over again. and
you lived your life over again, what "a rlut-
turph-up place this world would hp-a place
iiled with miserable attempts ~ repair~.
! begin To think that it is better for each
generation to have only one chance. and
then for them TO pass of and give another
generation chance Besides that. If We
were permitted to live life over again. d
would be- a stale, and stupid experience.
The ze-. aud spar ant enthusiasm of lite
come from the fact that we have never
been along this road before, and every
thing il new, and we are alert Tor what may
appear AT the next lurn of the road. sup
pose YOU a man OF middle-ire or old age,
were, with your present feelings aud large
attainmcnls. nut back into the thirties, or
the tWeutic> or into the tons, what Il GUi-
suHrc You would be- to Ojhcr~. and what au
Uuhappiness to YOURSELF Your cuutcmpor-
aries would not want YOU. aud You would
no, want them. Things that in your pre-
vi1us Journey OF life stirred your neallhlui
ambition, or gave You pleasurahir SUR rise,
or led you into happy Interrogation, would
only call forth from you n disguised Oh,
pshaw,' You would ne bla,e ut thirty, and
Il misanthrope ut forty aud uncadurauir AZ
iiity. The most insane and stupid thing
imaginable would be a second journey OF
life.
"Out Wonder is man very old at forty
years Of age, at a time when ne ought to be-
buoyan. a. the morning. He got bai habits
IN him very early, ana those habits have
Drromr worse lie is n mau ON Are. on Hire
with alcoholism, ON fire with all evil habits
oUt with the world aud the world out with
him. Down. aud falling deeper. Ms
swollen hands in his thrcadbare pockets
and his eyes liked on the ground. he passes
through the streets, and tn" quick step oj
an innocent child or the strOn. step of
Young man or the roll of a prosperous car
riuge madd"u- him, AMI he curses society
and he curses God. Fallen sick, with no
resources, he is carried to the almsaOuse.
4 lOatnsomc SPECTACLE he lies all day long
waiting for dissolution or in IN" night
rises on his cot and fights appariiions of
what he might have been au i,what ne will
he lie started life with n good Il pros.
poet ilS any man on the American continent
and there he Is, Il ulpated carcass. waiting
for the shovels Of plhhc charity To- put him
five feet under. He has only rpaurd what
he sOwed. Harvest OF Wild oats There is
II way that seemeth right to man, but tn"
end thereof is death
TO others lie is IA masquerade ball and
as ut such entertainments gentlemen and
ladies' put on the garb Of Kings AMI Queens
or mOuntebanks or clowns and at ne close
put of the DISCUS e 50 Il great many pas,
their whole life in Il mask, taking OF the
mask at death. While the masquerade hpI
| OF life goes on, they trip merriiy over tine
| floor. gemmeI hand is stretched to gemmnN
| hand, cleaning brow bends to cleaning
, brow. ON with the dance. Flush and rus
| tie and laughter Of immrasurahlr merry
| making. But after awhile the Huguor Of
| death comes on the limbs and blur> the
| eyr-ight. Lights lower Floor hollow
| with sepulrhraI echo, Music sadienel iu-
| to II wall. Lights lower. Now the mask
ers are only seen in the dim light. Now the
| fragrance Of the flowers is like the ~irkrn-
| ing odor that comes from gurlands that
| have lain long in the vaults OF cemeteries.
| Lights lower Mists gather in the room.
| Glasses shake rs though quaked by sudden
| thunder Sigh caught in the curtain.
! Scarf drops from the shoulder OF beauty Il
| shroud. Lights lower. Over the slippery
| boards in dance Of death glide icalousirs,
envies, revenges lust despair and death.
! stencil Of lHmp-wicks almost eNilngHiShad.
| Torn garlands will not halt cover the III
cerated feet Choking damps. Chilness.
! Feet still. Hands closed, Voices hu> he'd.
| Eyes shut. Lights out.
| Young man, rs you cannot live life over
! again. however you may long to do 50, bee
sure to have your one life right. There i
in this assembly, | wat not, for We are
| made up of all sections of this land and
| iIblu lIduN ltilh~, SUNNI Np"iN A'I''Ii W ~
| has gone away from home and, perhaps
| under some little spite or evil persuasion
| Of another. ana his parents know not where
| he is Nv son. 90 home! Do not 20 to
| sea. Don't go tonight where you may be
| tempted to 90. Go home! Your father
| will be glad to see you: and your mother
| | need not tell you how she feels. How |
would like to make your parents present
| of their hayward boy, repentant and in
| I Lea. 70,
| them a letter. and you to carry the letter,
| saving: BY the blessing OF God on my ser.
| mon Introduce to you one whom you have
never seen before. for he has become a new
creature in Christ Jesus My boy, so
| home and put your tired head on the
| bosom that nursed you 50 tenderly in your
| childhood years.
"A Young Scotchman was in battle taken
| captive by band OF Indians, m he
learned their language and adopte their
| habits. Years passed on but the old indian
| rhieftain never forgot that he had in his
| possession a young man who did not belong
| to him Well, one day this tribe oflndians
| came in sight Of the Scotch regiments from
| whom this young man had been captured,
| and the old Indian rheftain said: Il lost
| nv son in battle and know how father
| feels at the loss of IA son. DO you think
your father is yet alive? The young man
| said: Il am the only son of my father, and
hope he is still alive Then said the In
| dian chieftain: Because of the loss ofmy son
this world is Il desert. You go free. Return
toyour rOuntrymen. Revisit your father,
| that he may rejoice when he sees the sun
| rise in the morning and the trees blossom
in the SPRING so say to you, young man,
captive of waywardness and sin. Houi
mother is waiting for you. Your sisters are
waiting for you. God is waiting for YOU
| Go homel Go homer