Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1899-10-26

them. they are full up to the top of
the green banks; and the same David
describes them, and they seem so near
together that in three different places
he speaks of them as a continuous
river, saying: There, Is a river, the
streams whereof shall make glad the
city Of God; Thou shalt make them
drink OF the rivers OF thy pleasures;
Thou greatly enrichest It with the
river Of God. which is full of water"
But many OF you have turned your
back upon that supply, and confront
your trouble, and you are soured with
your circumstances, and you are fight
ing society, and you are fighting pur-
suing world: and troubles. instead OF
driving you into the cool lake Of heav-
emily comfort, have made you stop and
1t is simply antler against tooth. do
not blame you. Probably under the
same circumstances | would have done
worse. But you are all wrong, You
need to do as the reindeer does In Feb
ruary and March-it sheds its horns.
The rabbinical writers allude to this
resignation Of antlers Of the stag when
they say of man who ventures his
money in risky enterprises, he has
hung 1t on the stays horns: and a
proverb in the far east tells a man
who has foolishly lost his fortune to
go and find where the deer shed his
horns. My brother. quit the antagon-
ism OF your circumstances, quit mis-
anthropy, quit complaint, quit pitch
Ing into your pursuers; be as wise as
next spring will be the deer OF the
Adirondacks Shed your horns!
But very many of you who are
wronged Of the world-and II in any
assembly between the Atlantic and
Pacific oceans. 1t were asked that all
who had been badly treated should
raise both their hands, and full re-
Spouse should be made, there would
be twice as many hands lifted as per-
sons present. say many Of you would
declare, I'VE have always done the
best we could and tried to be useful,
and why we become the victims OF
malignment, or invalidism, or mishap.
Is inscrutable." Why, do you know
that the finer a deer, and the more
elegant its proportions, and the more
beautiful its bearing, the more anxious
the hunters and the hounds are to cap
ture 1t? Had that roebuck a ragged
fur, and broken hoofs, and an obliter-
ated eye, and limping gait. the hunt
ers would have said, "Pshaw! don't let
us waste our ammunition on a sick
deer" And the hounds would have
given few shifts at the track, and
then darted off in another direction for
better game. But when they see
deer with antlers lifted in mighty
challenge to earth and sky, and the
sleek hide looks as II it had been
smoothed by invisible hands, and the
fat sides enclose the richest pasture
that could be nibbled from the bank
Of rills SO clear they seem to have
dropped out Of heaven, and the stamp
Of its foot defles the shooting lam
tern and the rifle, the horn and the
hound, that deer they will have II they
must needs break their necks in the
rapids. So IL there were no noble
stuff in your makeup, IL you were
bifurcated nothing, IL you were a for
lorn failure, you would be allowed to
whole pack is in full cry after you Is
proof positive that you are spendid
game and worth capturing. Therefore
sarcasm draws on you It's finest
bead; therefore the world goes run
ming for you with its best Winchester
breech-loader. Highest compliment Is
it to your talent, or your virtue or
your usefulness. You will be assailed
in proportion to your great achieve
ments. The best and the mightiest
Being the world ever saw had set after
him all the hounds, terrestrial and dia-
bolic, and they Tapped his blood after
the Calvarean massacre. The world
paid nothing to its Redeemer but a
bramble, four spikes and a cross.
Many who have done their best to
make the world better have had such
a rough time Of 1t that all their pleas
ure Is in anticipation OF the next
world, and they would, IL they could,
express their own feelings In the words
of the Baroness Of Marin at the close
OF her long life, when asked IL she
would like to live her life over again:
Would you be young again?
So would not /;
One tear Of memory given
Onward III HE;
Lies dark wave forded DER,
All but at rest on shore,
Say, would you plunge once more.
With home so nigh?
II you might, would you now
Retrace your way?
Wander through stormy wilds.
Faint and astray?
Nights gloomy watches fed,
Morning, all beaming red,
Hopes smile around us shed,
Heavenward. away!
without are dogs" by which l con-
clude there is whole kennel OF
hounds outside the gate OF heaven, or.
as when a master goes in a door, his
dog lies on the steps waiting for him
to come out, so the troubles Of this life
may follow us to the shining door. but
they cannot get in. Without are
dogs!" l have seen dogs, and owned
dogs, that I would not be chagrined to
see in the heavenly city. Some Of the