The age-herald., 1900-12-02
THE MURMUR OF THE WORLD.

if we have not the power and the spirit to serve others, there cannot be In this state of existence any happiness for oarselvesi
 Though each of us a kingdom possessed, did we not possess the rich heritage of kindly impulse, of love of mankind for the sake of mankind, we should be poorer than the most ragged, unkempt and starving beggar who begs .scanty aims by the way side.
 It is Gods truth and it rules all the chii- dren of earth, even the fool who saith in his heart there is no God of truth: Whose liveth for himself liveth with fool and shall die in loneliness, neglect, and misery. with no tender hand to soften his pillow, and no eye to grow dim because of his passing; all his days upon the earth shall be unhonored and unhappy. and for him the vast afterwhile shall hold comforting promise! The wretch coneentred all in self ''doubly dying shall go down to the vile dust from whence he sprung.'
 Every honest love betwixt man and wo- man as lovers m the IeHueTeF loIiu IS potu of honest friendship, and if friendship per ish then shall love give place to the black
 night of grief Many a soul has been lost because lovers were not friends; many a time the holest of all human vows have been violated because wife and husband were not friends; many a time monuments of woe have arisen from friendships place of-death.
 So let us be friends, my beloved; let sweethearts be friends let welded ones be friends; let friends be friends! Call the roll of your friends this morning, and at the recollection of each cherished name swear allegiance anew, and pledge yourselves to more constant watchfulness and fuller measure of love. Go to them with your new-found happiness, or your new sorrow; your new hopes, or your wider purposes; go tell them what you will, and hear what they will to impart unto your understand ing Fidelity brings fidelity trust brings trust.
 You never had joy which you did not have impulse to impart to another. The youth, his heart bursting with the tumultu- ous joy of maidens acknowledgement, IS staring mad in his ecstacy until he gives 
 dear name to his sister, tells it to his mate, and rushing far out into the fields he shouts it to the unanswering wind that is power- less to cool his hot heart; and the madness of youth and the insanity of love would slay him if he could not speak.
 So with the maiden Her pure young heart would burst in the torturing and ex- quisite pain of her superlative bliss; her
 pink lips would grow white and the flush would fly her checks, and her dreamful form would quiver in nameless unrest if she had-no one to go to that she might weep her love-turbulent soul to repose!
 It is comradeship, and the spirit of conl- radeship governs all humanity. Call it association, call it love, call it friendship, call it what you may, and it remains the controlling force of mankind; and we must
 have our friends, and we must love them, and to them be true; and in all the rela- tions of our lives we are impelled to keep our hearts open to them aIway; must ever keep our ears lovingly attuned to hear them calling, calling in friendship, my beloved, calling, calling! THE MURMURER.