The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-06-08
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
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HERO WORSHIP isn't such bad
III thing after all as modern materi-
aliSts would wish it To be. 1t has
its place in the formation of char
acter which nothing else could ade-
uuately supply. We all have attacks
al 1t sooner or later. Happy are we il
the attacks begin early and last late:
for the one for whom all Illusions are
lost is The one who misses much of
the sweetness of life every day.
To go forth into the open fields and
the Woodland now is to see a world
fair as Il garden of the Lord: what if
one looking at this wonderful beauty
Of nature i'm the richness and prodigal-
ity of young summer. should complain
"Oh. but the goSsamer web that drifts
like silver threads in the morning sun
shine are held somewhere by an ugly
black spider lurking in a hidden
refuge: the brilliant blue of the sky is
but a precursor of the morrows $ storm,
the tender green Of the foliage conceals
Il myriad of creeping, crawling things
from which | should shrink in horror
If they were evident. and the waving
grasses in the hollow yonder hide moi
some pools whose denizens are Shiny
and hateful" Would not the glory OF
the day be dead to one thus consti-t-
ed
This manner of person would long
ago have lost the magical key which
unlocks Il temple sumptuous. splendid.
and in whose marble inches stand
noble statues before whose Shrines the
devotee sometimes bow in fond adora-
lon.
We who still hold the key to this
tempt" of idealty began long ago to
fill the pedestas with figures over
whom a golden halo ever hovers. Very
early. perhaps it was the mother and
she has never Yet stepped down from
the proud eminencc on which we
placed her and whether for us eternal
youth smiles from the tender mouth or
the SHOWS of age bend her head, hers
Is tn" supreme place. Perhaps too. an
other pedestal near enthrones the fa-
thcr in whom, to our childish eyes. and
down through the years. to our mature
judgment, dwclt all the nobility of life
and purpose.
Maybe there are others of that dawn
ing period a fair young aunt, a be
loved teacher. the radiance of whose
beauty and grace shines all the way
along the path to this hour Perhaps
it was an elder brother who was en-
dowed with God-lke attributes in the
childish heart. hut always it was some
one. dear, and true and good.
Do YOU remember when you suffered
your first shock in that white temple.
when on" of the figures YOU had erect
ed and before which you had burnt
incense at morn and eve fell noiSily
from the high lifted pedestal ami
was shvered in pieces at your feet:
In all the later years have you felt
more pain at losses by death fire
flood and the turn of fortunes wheel
than that day when you found out
that 1t VAS no goddess for whom YOU
had built the rostliest shrine. but only
Il weak ordinary mortal whose pure
gold was but drOSS and whose fair
ana shining robes We're at best but
'merrcriZed: Happy are you to-day If
N tn" horror of that discovery you did |
not hasten to pun down all the other
statues You had lifted within those |
wide alcoveS of your dreams. and in
madness of misery wrecked forever the |
quiet beauty of half a life'S bliss II |
ny some miracle of Self-contrOi your |
hand was stayed from destructiveness. |
in the years that have since elapsed |
you have learned To stand "A little re- |
moved from the ShrineS, to Step softly |
lest you Jar the pedeStaIs which YOU |
have discovered to he bur frail even |
when Wrought out with your most Law |
lSh care: To speak meyer roughly and |
to S"iutinl%" not too closely the mo-
tiVcS. the aims, the nobility of belief.
IN" strength and purity which have
gone 10 make up that beautiful statue
in the ruseheWn niche of your love
and honor.
II you We're Slil wiser YOU have fash
Toned the finest veil wrought of the
lhin Woof of your Illusions ana the
warp of frailty you have drawn thread
by thread from your own heart ana !
nay" hunS II like soft, pearly shadow
between the statues and yourself and
'N"r 1t in a delicate tracery, like the
points ot distant ferns in glade have
'ou incrusted the embroidery of your
iesires for these dear statues of yours;
he fond wishes that always they may