Newport weekly independent., 1902-05-16

l ars ao many women with beautiful faces and common souls that it is a rare pleasure to meet with a woman with common face and a beautiful soul.
 Old Dr. Samuel Johnson, the great mogul of English literature, was a massive and heroic spirit; yet what a body was he housed in! Here is what Boswell says of him:
 "When at table he was totally absorbed in the business of the moment; his looks seemed riveted to his plate; nor would be, unless when in very high company, say one word or even pay the least attention to what was said by others, till he had satisfied his appetite, which was so fierce, and in dulged with such intentness, that while ir the act of eating the veins of his forehead swelled, and generally strong precipitation was visible"
 Again Boswell says:
 While talking, or even musing as he sat in his chair, he commonly held his head to one side, toward his right shoulder, and shook it in a tremulous manner, moving his body backward and forward, and rubbing his left knee in the same direction with the palm of his hand. In the intervals of ar ticulating he made various sounds with his mouth; some times as if ruminating, or what is called chewing the cud, sometimes giving a half-w whistle, sometimes making his tongue play backward and forward from the roof of his mouth, chuckling like a hen, and sometimes protruding it against his up- per gums in front, as if pronouncing under his breath too, too too, all this accompa- nied sometimes with a thought look, but more frequently with smile Generally when he had concluded a period in the coUrae of dispute, by which time he was good deal exhausted by vociferation he used to blow out his breath like whale.
 Your manners may be prefect, and you may have none of these obnoxious traits, and yet you may be much less a real man than Samuel Johnson.
 All visible things are but symbols of some unseen reality. There is a build ing you call a courthouse. It is but a flag, a sign that stands for a certain idea in the hlman mind called justice, or law. Take that idea out of that mind and before a month is over men will begin to take down the court house, stone from stone, and arrange it to express another idea. Your church building is but word of stone and brick to express the invisible idea of worship. Your schoolhouse is but a mark to indicate the idea of educa- tion. Eliminate the thought of wor- ship and education from the human mind and straightway churches and schoolhouses will be transformed into livery stables and packing houses. If this be true of the ordinary things about us, how much more true it is of the stupendous framework we call the universe! The visible universe is also a sign; God is the reality; stars and worlds constitute His garment, some time to be laid aside outworn. Addi- son sings of the sun, moon and stars, giving voice to God:
 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice nor sound Among the splendid orbs be found? In reason s ear they all rejoice And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing as they shine: The hand that made us is divine. How can there be those who say that this world is without a mind to move it and control it? How can men not believe in the spiritualities? I would rather believe all the fables of mythol- ogy, all the stories in Grimm's fairy tales, and all the childish crudities of ] the superstitious ages past. l would 1 rather make my soul a highway of ] spooks, and suspect the existence of . elves, gnomes, hobgoblins and witches, than to believe the horrid lie that | there is no reality but mud, or to be- | lieve that dead matter can secrete ideas of beauty, of nobility and of God.
 All true greatness lies in the invisi- ble world. It is of ideas, not of things. Your real stature is measured by what you are and what you think, and not by what you possess. Ideas alone are worth while. We sometimes say: "That is only an idea," as if an idea were some small thing and the reality
 were something greater. young man once came to Joseph Pulitzer, of the New York World, applying for a position. "What can you do?" said MT. Pulitzer. "I do not know" an swered the young man. 'I am a grad uate of Harvard. I have nothing but ideas" "Ideas! Ideas!" exclaimed MT. Pulitzer, dropping his pen an( throwing up his hands. "That is just what I am To oking for. I will give you salary of $5,0o0 a year if you will give me one idea by which I can in crease the circulation of the World hundred thousand copies!" Ther the young man came to himself and realized that he did not have so many ideas after all.
 If you have something in your mind
 some greatness in your heart, never
 fear, but all visible things will rush
 to your aid that you may express it