The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1900-03-20

on the throne of their faculties, and
their spiritual natures are as uncon-
scious of duty as a child in its swad-
ding clothes. A man may be alive and
yet almost hopelessly dead. He is not
alive, even though his heart beats, for
one is never alive until he thinks and
feels,and thought and feeling bring him
into harmony with the universal Will.
We all look for peace, but look in the
place where 1t is not. 1t is not to be
found at all unless you find it in your
own soul. The stars are not the same
to the british and the spiritual man.
Each looks through his own nature and
sees what is without colored by what
is within. The beauties of the world are
to some men what a sonata of Beethoven
would be to a deaf man. The world is
always beautiful, but only the beautiful
soul can see it's beauty. To i'll nature,
to grabbed, complaining person, the
spring landscape is only an irritation,
while to a childlike nature it is gorge
Gus temple to worship In, with music
and preacher.
1 pity the man who has come to the
conclusion that money alone car bring
peace, and who spends the young, fresh
thinks he will be supremely happy, free
from all care and quite at rest with
himself and tho world when his invest
ments have reached given point. This
is then no fatal mistake of human ma
ture, and 1 sometimeshate this eyerlast-
ing rush for money for that reason.
Habits of restlessness and recklessness
are formed, which, in due time, become
nl,r thnn xxylnY 1,A Il,
has been acquired the man is wholly
untitled for it's enjoyment. He has
given his soul a wrong outlook and
simple pleasures, the calm pleasures of
satisfied, cheerful, trusting soul,
are out of the question. Instead of
picking up the happy moments as they
come within reach ard keeping himself
in a frame of mind which makes one
joyous and buoyant and healthy, he is
the victim of mental disease and dies
without realizing the one wish Of his
soul, which was always close at hand,
though he would not see it. 1t is al
most crime to tell yourself that you
will be happy tomorrow when you are
quite able to be happy today. If you
| can't be happy now, the chances are
that you never will be happy. The
| only true DOlCy LOT Il SOUL lIldL mas any
| insight is to find something in every
| feeting day which will make him glad
| to be alive. Look to the present, not
to the future and you will learn how
to extract a smile from every hour as it
hurries along. There is no sweet by and
| by unless every now is sweet.
In what svay, then, shall we live real
| lives and make peace our permanent
guest? In what way shall we find a
blessing that gilds the edges of every
| hour with glory, that paints a rain
bow on every storm, that fills the heart
| with a serenity which is worth more
than a bank account or a gold mine
1t is a very simple problem, so simple
that we are puzzled by it.
The secret is summed up in a single
sentence: Do not be Gods child in
theory only, but be His child in practice.
Having found Him, cling to Him in
good and i'll, knowing that He will never
desert you. Trust Him implicitly, His
will, not yours, the rule.
Then shall you have life that is worth
the living, life crowned with resignation
and peace, life which will be the glorious
shadow of the substance yet to come.
GEORGE H. HEPWORTH.