The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1905-03-30
lContinued from last week,
CHAPTER N.

eye. to make oneself talked Of-SOme
people are so consumed with this desire
that we are justified in declaring them
attacked with an itch for publicity. IL
their eyes obscurity is the height Of i@
nominy. so they do their best TO keep
their names in every mouth. In thei
obscure position they look upon them
selves as lost. like shipwrecked sailor
whom Il night of tempest has cast OIL
some lonely rock and who have re
course to cries. volleys. fire. all the sis..
nails imaginable, TO let it be known thai
they are there. Not content with set
ting off crackers and innocent rockets
many. to make themselves heard ~
any cost. have gone to the length g.
perfidy ana even crime The incendi
airy Erostratus has made numerous dis.
cipleS. How many men of today hav,
become notorious for having destroyed
something Of mark. pulled down-o.
tried To pull down-Some mans higl
reputation; signalcd their passage. IL
short. 10y a scandal, meIunesS or az
atrocity,
This rage fer notoriety does not Sur4t
through cracked brains alone or oHl,
in the world of adventures. charla
tans and pretendcrs generally. 1t IN.
spread abroad in ali the domains oi
life, spiritual and material Politics
literature. even science, and, most obi
Gus of all. philanthropy and religion
are infected Trumpets announce ;
good deed done. and souls must hj
saved with din and clamor Pursujr.
its way of destruction, the RAGE f..
noise has entered places ordinarily 81
lent, troubled spirits naturally serene
and vitiated il large measure all act.v
ity for good. The abuse Of ShOWiu.
everything, or. rather. putting every
thing on exhibition. the growing inca
pacity to appreciate that which choose.
TO remain hidden and the habit Of c@;i
mating the Vile Of things by the race
ct they make have come t. corrupt tee
judgment OF the most earnest men. an;
= one sometimes wonders if society VII
not end by transforming Itself into /;
great fair with each one beating hi.
OTuIl Ill front Oh lis tent.
Gladly do we quit the dust and din
of like exhibitions to so and breathe
peacefully in some farom nook Of tllj
woods, all surprise that the brook is $.
limpid, the forest so still, the solitude
so enchanting Thank God there arl
yet these uninvaded corners How
ever formidable the uproar, howeve,
deafening the babel of merry andrews
it cannot carry beyond certain limit
1t grows faint and dies away. The
realm of silence is vaster than tht
realm of noise. Herein is our conSola
ton.
Rest Il moment Oh the threshold Of
this infinite world of inglorious good
of quiet activities. Instantly we III,
under the charm we feet in stretche;
Of untrodden snow. in hiding woot
flowers, in disappearing pathways tha
seem to lead to horizons without bourn
The world is so made that the engine
of labor the most active agencies. ar,
everywhere concealed. Nature affects
Il sort of coQuetry in masking her OPP
erations. 1t costs you pains to spy hel
out, ingenuity to surprise her, if vol
would see anything but results ant
penetrate the secrets of her laborat0
ries. Likewise In human society tn,
forces which move for good remain in
visible, and even in our individual
lives; what is best in us is incom
municable, buried in the depths Of lis
And the more vital are these sensiDil
tiles and intuitions, cOnfoundng them
selves with the very source of our be
ing. the less ostentatious they are
They think themselves profaned by eX
posture to the light of day.
There is Il secret and ineXpressib}C
joy in possessing at the heart of one,
being. an interior world known ONLY
to God, whence. nevertheless, come I'M
pulses, enthusiasmS. the daily rencwa
of courage and the most powerful me
tives for activity among our fellow
men. When this intimate life loses in
intensity, when man neglectS it for
what is superficial. he forfeits in worth
all that he gains in appearance. by il
sad fatality it happens that in this
way we often become less admirable
in proportion as we are more admired.
And we remain convinced that what is
best in the world is unknown there
for only those know it who possess it.
and if they speak of it in so doing they
destroy its charm.
There are passionate lovers of nature
hom she faScinateS most in byplaces,
y IN the cool of forests, in the clefts of
canyons, everywhere that the careless
lover is not admitted to her contempla
ton Forgetting time and the life OF
the world they pass days in these in
violate stillnesSes, watching a bird
build its nest or brood over its young
or some little grounding ut its gra
cious play. SO to seek the good within
himself one must go where he no lon
ger finds constraint or pose or gallery
of any sort, but the simple fact Of 4
life made up of wishing to be what il
is good for it to be, without troubling
about anything else.
May we be permitted to record here
some nhsarvatinns nado from life? As