Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1899-07-06


which. taken 1t the hood, leads on to fortune:
Omitted. all the voyage of their life
Il bound in shadows and IN inserts.
These. little readers, are lines quoted
from the immortal Shakespeare, and we
wonder II ONES life may not be likened
to ship launched upon the restless
deep-now wrestling with the angry
bLlows-now gliding smoothly on with
the gentle breeze-now borne along with
the current, drifting and shifting from
its course. There is no stand still about
the affairs of human life. When we are
not advancing we are going backward,
drifting, awaiting, hoping sometimes
upon the verge Of dependence lest the
goal CT ambition be never reached. For
tune dwells.at the source of LIES stream,
only TO be reached as the proud swan
conquering the current by force Once
failure. and we land upon life's fate
full shoals as what we are, not what we
might have been. Treading its thorny
labyrinths. burdened with its cargo Of
why's and wherefores, rolling aud tumb-
ling as a wreck upon the rocky shoals.
Such is life, young readers. CrGsus had
his day and his wants. perhaps, the same
as Lazarus, aud the latter, possibly, the
happier between the two extremes, for
happiness does not always dwell within
the golden mediocrity. The cares of life
may not always be lessened by success.
since there seems pain for every pleas
ure. II was by close observation that
this great man tShakespeare) measured
human life-the rise and fall of mans
best efTorts-and the same picture Is dali
~ presented TO our visw. We see him
rise with the swelling tide OF affairs.
The stream Is forded and fortune smiles
her sweetest smiles and with flowers
strews his pathway. We see him borne
down with the current, his every effort
failure. He fails to stem the tide of
chance. His way is downward as fate's
hooking current goes rushing by Well,
little friends, we wont distress ourselves
about it. We can emily take life for
what it is worth and make the best of it.
All is quiet along the Patuxent. The
hum of machinery is about stilled for
the season and the golden grain is float
ing on the tide of commerce to swell
somebody's pocket. The farmer for all
all against the farmer. A kingdom
divided against itself. Can it stand
Never! Upon the muscle OF. these sons
of toll depends all other industries for
bread. To crush the farmer means TO
stagnate every other branch of industry.
Clog the wheels of progress, nay, to un-
dermine the very foundation of king
dom, empire and republic; to wipe out
the very means of existence, the only
resort of subsistence since the closing
scenes of fair Eden's bowers. Words
are inadequate to express the indigna-
tion that must fire. the souls of those
wronged and down-trodden toilers who
are compelled to live at the mercy of
Ill fares the7and. to hast'ning ills prey.
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay:
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade
"A breath can make them. ms "a breath mas MADE: |
But a bold peasantry, their countrv's pride.
When once destroy'd can never be supplied.
Did Goldsmith, when he wrote these |
beautiful lines, ever dream that the same
might tie applied to the condition of
boosted land of freedom and independ-
ence:
''The mans the gold for all that
said the poet Burns. Let him rise in his
might and by the power of the ballot
down monopolism with its baneful eff
fects and let US have in reality a coun-
try-a government for the people, OF
the people and by the people-and not
for the simple convenience of a few in
dividuals.
Several visitors from Baltimore and
other places. Among them are Mr. Ray
mond Ford and family, of Frederick, on
a visit to his parents at Fishing Point,
and Mr.. Robt. Z. Greenwell, student
of Loyola College, Baltimore, spending
his vacation with his aunt, Mrs. F. ID.
Hayden, on the Bay.
Sandford's Mixture did its work in a
few minutes for a sick friend, who was
suffering intensely with cramp collie
few days. Sleeps with it now under his
pillow. Sold at Three Gates. Price,
% cents U. n.