The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-06-09

OmmOn with those croaktng old
,essimists who see nothing but calamity
head of US. and who gloat in picking
10 all things and all men except
| have no confidence In
hose who would cry down the young
OF the day and hold up to them
What was done in their day and time,
invidious comparisons, we'll
moving that there are none to dispute
hem. It reminds me Of a poem by a
small boy, which think very appropri-
tie to quote to these old calamity
howlers:
II wisht at I'd of been here when
My paw he was a boy;
They must OF been excitement then
When my paw was a boy;
In school he always took the prize,
He used to lick boys twice his size
l bet folks all had bulgin' eyes
When my paw was a boy.
Then everything was In its place,
When my paw was a boy;
How he could rassle, jump and race.
When my paw was a boy!
He never, never disobeyed;
He beat in every game he played
Gee, What a record they was made!
When my paw was a boy!
wish at I'd been here when
My paw he was a boy;
They'll never be his like again
Paw was the noodle boy,
But still last night heard my nav
Raise up her voice and call my paw
The worst fool that she ever saw
He ought to stayed a boy"
thank God that l still have faith in
nv fellow man. l believe that there
is much good in this old world, and
that there is a hand which guides
through the darkness and the storms
that beset us. 1t is said hat the
weavers of our finest fabrics in Brussels
work in pairs; one is put into a dark
room with his loom, on which is turned
a single pencil OF light; without, IN the
bright light, works his companion
Here. hour aztec hour, works the
weaver in darkness with the reverse
| side of his warp turned toward him.
| He capnot see whether it is we'll done
or not. but his companion on the other
| side watches the work as it progresses,
| plucks out all knots, removes al
tangles. clips the broken threads,
| smoothes out all ragged places,
arranges the colors and makes IL SOIL
and beautiful. So it is with us, my
friends. We labor in the dark, we
have only a single ray OF light, the
present moment, that we can WORK IN
we are weaving the garment OF charac-
ter in the loom Of life. The reverse
side is toward us, we cannot see ll'
beauties but we feel its rough edge;
and experience its SORROWS. yet II We
do hut have faith Ia our God there
will he one on the other side whose
uimble fingers will smooth out al
rough places, unite all knots sn'
tanSles, trim away all broken threads
wash out all teal stains and when I'M
shuttle shall drop from our wear.
fingers that garment shall be washed
pure and white in His blood, and w
Shall hear the welcome plaudit, wei
done. thou good and faithful servant
Energy. Energy Of mind, oil bod
and of spirit-it is the motive powe
, which turns the wheels OF success
Energy is the handspring OF NE
!, Patient, constant and untirlng energ
ALWAYS tells in the battle. Nothln
! can fill its place in the machinery c
life. 1t is the driving wheel on whic
: depends all other parts OF the engine
la man without energy can be a success
:, at nothing-in business he Is a faliur'
: in the professional world he is a zer.
he dreams OF great things but does not
ing. He gets the name OF being a goo
6 easy fellow among his friends.-in IA
o he has no enemies-and thus he slid
' along because he has not energy enoug
9 10 stop himself. Deliver me from tn
I man who has not rubbed against IL
q world hard enough 10 arouse !
imposition; he Is simply drifting WI,
q the tide; he has no use for bars Tor
" can land in the gulf OF perdition WIT
J, out any padding, and there he
le hound. Good, easy fellow-just |
% kind to make u good healthy fire VIII
y touched off With birthstone. l 6
e this illustration OF the result OF ener'
D, from a Methodist minister. IL must
true, for you know all preachers u
Ie the ,ruth-sometimes Two frogs on
y fall into a pail OF sweet milk. One
lg them said: "Well, l never got IL
et apy thing like this before. can't ke
going; I'll give up and sink" o
ui ala. The other said: this is all n
ar 70 me. I never saw any thing like
SIS before. but III just kick around a
see If can't get out some how" q
d, he aid kick, and kept kicking vi
i've and bye the sweet milk turned
ciabber. The kicking OF the II
I'D churned it, the butter collected at
side Of the pail, the frog got upon
and hoped out, u living monument
'n' his own pluck, perseverance, 4
~, energy. Moral: Keep kicking,-d'
ng wait for something to turn up, but
om "a "a ,nrn nm something.
res """ ~
,od Life, with it's aver changing. see
rry OF comedy and tragedy, o. which
est curtains shifts so rapidly that
,w onn SCARCELY view the PLAYERS befo