The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-02-10
RANDOM THOUGHTS.

Sing troubled heart though the day may be
dreary.
Signs set TO music make melody sweet.
Light comes at even, o ye that grow weary.
When bravely is borne the davis burden and
heart.
Sing and sweet hope like the fresh bursting
morning
Shall bear thee on wings that are swift and
are strong,
Where angels are singing to days ever dawn
ing
Joy comes at length though the way be long.
Sing as doth Nature. Her song is the strong
est
When sprinG-time is stirring the still lonely
leas:
But sweetest her singing when winter is
longest.
And winds have their hsrps in the desolate
trees.
So shall thine ear catch the echoes superual-
Echoes Of praise which angels repeat,
And in thy glad heart shall music eternal
Drown ev'ry discord in harmony sweet.
He who never doubts, never
has opinions. 1t is only those
who aspire who know what it is
to have 1.-THE blues" 1t is a good
thing now and then for a bust
ness man to question in his mind
whether his business is paying
or not; it prompts him to take
stock and find out. And so in
the business of living. a little de-
preston now and then brings
life and its worth into view for
review and can be made to settle
the mind once again in the belief
that it is good to be good; that
the chief good of life is goodness.
What is the good of anything |?
is An old, old question that comes
up ever new TO the latest doubt
er; just as the story of love, as
ancient as the first pair, is new,
new song in the heart of the lat
est pair learning its mystery.
The great good of being and
doing good-as we see how-is
this: The storehouse of memory
is being filled. to give up to the
mind in old age fragrant aud
pleasing memories only. Too
few of US. strong in the sense of
strength and youth, realize that
daily life and acts are marking
down in the hidden reccsses OF
the brain recollections that will
never leave US, and these memor-
les whether they be good or ill
will recur at most unexpected
moments. in the one case throw
ing a gleam of sunshine over a
troubled way, or in the other
blurring the most beautiful pros
poets with a shade of darkness.
Old age has been called the Play
ground of Memory, and if more
of US learned to have foresight
and looked toward the end there
would be more sunny faces illum-
ined with peace and good will,
even though the feet were totter-
ing down the slope of life. If
we were far seeing enough we
should try to be good and do
good even from a selfish reason,
because of the good that it would
do US in return. 1t is well to
prepare for old age by being
thrifty, so long as we are able to
work, but no one justities in 9TH
erS cheating and over-reaching
as means to a comfortable old
age. Let US cease worrying
about others. and be thrifty in
our own selves, with a thrift to
make US look forward 10 the
profitableness of goodness. 1t
will settle many a question and
many temptation easily. The
old fable of the dog crossing the
bridge and dropping the subs
tance of the bone he had for the
shadow of the bone he thought
he saw beneath him in the
stream, has a world of sense in
it-fortunes, favors. offered in
return for a little giving up of
principle have nothing like the
lasting substance that comes
from holding fast to that which
is good.
But we will suppose that the
Imagination of some of us cannot
look ahead twenty, thirty, forty.
fifty years to the days when
nothing more can be done except
to look backward over memory
and forward over a little longer
waiting. Very we'll. Then we
can give you even a higher mot
i've than selfishness for holding
on to the good and dropping the
grasp upon evil. Witnesses sur
round you in your community
men and women whom you know
as strivers after better things,
possibly your own parents. They
know that so long as you are a
Sent1ent being Won are nlaVpd