The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-12-22
RANDOM THOUGHTS.


seems only a few weeks ago
when a good time of horn footing,
whistle blowing and noise was
filling the our ears. | remember
a lot of resolutions that | then
made, but the crop from them
has been small. Some hopes
have fallen fruitless by the way
side, But never mind; the hope
ing faculty is strongly alive
within me, and l look cheerfully
forward to the last chance of all
the twelve.
Mr.. Black:-How odd that we
should both be thinking of the
same thing l had it on the tip
of my tongue to speak about
December. But my conclusion
would have been different. | am
glad to meet again the honest
freezings of winter There is
sincerity in its GOODNESS. l en-
JOY buffeting with its boisterous
winds and SHOWS. Still, that is
only the red-blooded animal side
of me. On my mind side | can.
not be so self-deluding. Here is
another year gone The things
we meant it to do before it's day
were numbered remain undone
in many cases; and will now
some of them-never get done;
for the carrying out of a plan de-
ponds not alone upon will but
also upon opportunity. When
that has gone, WILL may scratch
its finger nails to the quick on
the broken columns of waste
and IMPLYING past; but build of
them a comely dwelling ? New
ermore 1t is terrible to know
that hours approach US mincing-
ly as though meant for idle DIAL.
lance, and yet when we look
back at them we see that they
they were deciding moments in
our lives. So l cannot see with
Mr. Bright in the cheerful, heed
less way he talks about future
opportunities.
Miss Littlegray. of Challis,
says:-Nor l; but if you cannot
mend a broken kettle, you may
likely get another, AMI there you
are 1t is foolish to spend fifteen
minutes mourning over one min
ute that has been wasted; for the
time of mourning is wasted too;
aud then you have to mourn over
that, and so ON, and so on until
no time is left for anything but
tears. That's as foolish as grin
ming at every thing that goes
wrong. Somewhere between tie
two is where / want to dwell.
Rev. @. Clear:-Truly there
is a place between the extremes
of baseless hope and groundless
despair. The very weather CT
December will serve to clear our
minds in part. The streams have
stopped gurgling in the wood
lot, the trees have not a green
leaf on them, white mantle lies
across the rounded bosom of
Mother Earth, and her form is
motionless as Death. But is tie
world dead ? No, indeed Tie
earth sleeps, just as Lazarus
slept. The sun will bid it arise,
and when the lethargy of winter
is shaken off, the dear world will
go through a new round of bud.
and leaf, and fruit as blithely as
ever did any year at any time
since Creation first clothed the
hills and set the sun as the life
giving light of day. Before such
q vast object-lesson let us bow
and learn to take up each new
task in a spirit of cheerful deter
mination. We must forget the
things that are behind, except
for the lessons they teach, and
press on to the next opportunity.
Or course, as sensient beings we
ought to regret the past and
learn from it. This the world
of nature never seems to do.
Error will have no sorrow next
spring over the crop failures of
last fall. Why should she I? A
new heaven and a new earth are