The San Francisco call., 1905-06-18

our lecture Is very good said the
mel. "but really. should like to get
n to that steer"
Ven get down to him pretty soon.
you spoke about the farmer, and
will wait. That is a part Of his
toward man. Don't let him outdo
in politeness. The greatest thing
It man Is to teach some other man
sthing. Each man is an illustrator
of life. And the farmer. instead of
bein' the joke of the ignorant folks
that live in towns, ought to be en-
Wed by the philosopher. He could
give at least half of his time in
winter to fruitful meditation, and
in doing this he would not only
store up contentment and pleasure.
for himself in the future, but out
of it might come great benefit to
mankind at large. Thought is the
food of the soul. I remember when
old Sam Persey was dyin'. ! don't
suppose there was a poorer man in
the neighborhood. But some of the
shallow-minded used to reproach
him for his happiness. They said
he was thoughtless. But the fact
is that he had more of the right
sort of thought than any man for
miles around. He worked hard,
made livin' and didn't grumble.
That was thought to be some sort
of mental disease-the fact that he
didn't complain: and a joker told
him he'd better take somethin' for
it. He did. He took things as he
found them and tried to make them
better and more cheerful Well.
when he was lyin' on his death
bed. one of the neighbers asked
him if there was anything that he
particularly regretted. Yes, he
said. In Iookin' back I remember
an old Niger that had the rheu-
Inatiz mighty bad I went to his
cabin one night just before he died.
and in lookin' back 1 recollect that
/ forgot to tell him he might be
better the next day. Everybody
thought that old Sans mind was
wanderin'. And it was-wanderin'
back to a time when he had neg
Iected to do a poor fellow mo-
rnent of good. The other day i
passed through the old orcharc
where Sam was buried The apple
tree above him is always the first
one to bloom. and in. it the sweet
est singin' birds make their nests
Nobody has tried to keep the grass
green, but it is green of itself; and
the wild flowers that grow there
are like psalms burstin' up out or
the ground. There is a sermon,
colonel. He laughed nearly all OF
his life, and now the weeds about
ffs grave come out In summer time
and with their blossom seem TO pc
echoin, his merriment. The man
that makes the weed blossom IS
greater than the man that causes
the rose to die. Wait minute.
THE Bible was written mostly for
the farmer. 1t is his book. He
, read il and established liberty in
England. The King said, oh. no,
n Is my book / am the anointed.
me- But the book had taught the
,er to think, and action was but
lraI outcome
-es. that is all very true" said the
nel. arising. But now let us talk
n that steer. 1 am in a hurry. What
e worth?"
What do you suppose he's WORTH"
uel replied. HE looks all right,
mt he?'
les, but steers are cheap" said the
mel.
hat. may be. I'm not keepin' up with
n very close"
,ut what will you take for him.
AXE for him? You said you wanted
ak about him. and I've humored YOU
fact is. he jumped in there just now
est himself, and he doesn't belong to
Don't be in a hurry. colonel; don {
snatched.'
copyrighted. 1905, by Opie Ready