The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-02-14

l and the unseen forces thus generated are working for it day and night" An ideal Is a responsibility; 1t Is the working model that God has set before the individual. If he accept and follow it with fidelity and energy he will hnd himself miraculously led"
 "A dream is given to be realized"
 visions and enthusiasyws are the only true guides in life"
 ''There. is something about hesitation and reconsiderations that Is curiousiy fatal to successful achievement Good fortune is in going on-not in going back ln
 Let one on whom the vision has shone look backward instead of forward ana he becomes paralyzed and immovable. He has invoked inimical influences. He ts impeded by the shallows ana the miser- ies. He has withdrawn himself rom all the heavenly forces that lead him on. The fidelity to the vision Is the vital motor. It gives that hilarc lion ol en- ergy which makes possible the impossi- ble." ,
 This is the spiritual world, here and now. and 1t is the business of man to live divinely in it, to be responsive to the enthusiasms that enchant his thought; to be faithful to the vision that beckons him on. It is well to drop the old that one may seize the -ew. Progress lies in a successive series of new condi- tions."
 "The fullness of joy is a condition free ly' offered for perfect acceptance. The varied experiences are, as drowning has said, just a stuff to try the souls strength on." The kingdom of heaven lies open to all; it Is at hand. not wait ing afar in some vague futurity. Shall we not enter to-day into this kingdom of heaven which Is at hand" There is not a page of the book that does not tempt to quotation.
 It is a book to keep beside one always. To open 1t lets out the fragrance of per lection. It Is like a rose-tar, rich wltn the garnered perfumes of many blessed hour of bloom, ready to give forth at each opening breaths Of refresnlng, aro~ matic inspiratio
 The Life Radiant. by Lillian Whiting. Little, Brown & Co.,, Boston. Mass Of all the beautiful illustrations Of the books of this season the most httlng ana beautiful 1t seems to me are the draw ings of F. V. DuMond to these essays in nrofitable idleness. Beautiful in form land color, exquisite in catching so perfect ly the spirit of deep green places, in ems bodying the creativeness of grey shadows WneTplH QTedHlS anu AuCdio o"OAA'
 It Is a pleasing task to be set to renew ing a new edition of a not altogether new book. You know that many another ap- preciative reader has trodden that pleas- ant way and that the bars are let down for many another to finger down paths sweetly familiar. The beautiful spirit that fingers in and loves the hooks or forest and stream and field are here. none of the rush of the gallop and chase through nature's beauties: instead the resting on a bed of spearmint the dream- ing beside 8 birch tree, the wandering | along little stream that sings the while. The authors story of his wandering | over Thule with fancies of Sheila MeKen- sic for companionship is enchanting; and | for a book lover to take in after his | faverite author the local color that shown about the immortals of fiction is indeed an experience to be gloated over. Fiction like wine, tastes best in the place where 1t was grown. And the scenery. of a foreign land 0ineludina architecture which Is artificial landscape) grows less dreanlike and unreal to our | perception when we people 1t with famil- i lar characters from our favorite novels. " .T was young; which is an unearned Increment of dAlight sure to be confiscated | by the envious years and never regained. | To be young and to travel with the constant thought of Shields blue eyes with one we. are ready to believe is bliss, even in retrospect through seeing love enter with another's eyes. A book full of the bet and most quiet beautitudes of the woodland. Having be- come possessed of such a book we keeT it by us to invoke to the fire side the pat ter of leaves, clapping their hands to- gether when little breeZes blow, the 1 odors of fir and balsam, the tinkle of wa ! terfalls.
 book that one keeps near at hand 90 that on the opening of It's pages once in awhile the notes of woodland birds may sing and carol out over your desk charming us and disturbing no one else I as:
 l Here you shall come upon the cat
 bird at her morning path, and hear heI sing, in a clump of pussy-willows, that low, tender, confidential song which she