The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1907-08-01

observer as being somebody, who
haven't the gift of personal magne-
tismY Well, my answer is that per-
sonality is not all endowment; it may
be acquired, or more accurately yet,
developed. When the spring comes
and the suns rays fall more warmly,
the grass and leaves begin to grow.
There are seeds in the ground and
life-dormant and waiting to be
stirred. The sun might shine mil
lion years, hot as midsummer, and
without those seeds lying there wait
ing, no fair garment of verdure
would ever clothe the bare, brown
body of earth. And vice versa. Just
so, we notice now and again a former
stenographer and private secretary
to presidents becomes Cabinet OFF,
GER. Partly IL is from native endow-
ment, and partly from the wakening
influence of association with great
men. Character is not taught, but
caught; not fully inborn, nor spring
ing, full armed, like Minerva from
Jove's head, but wakened, reused,
lSindled by the contagious touch of
another of a little longer develop
ment, and maybe. of larger growth
Yet after all. this is the fine funda-
mental truth OF life. Every man is
of unique value, has a rare CLEAN of
virtue for his own, his point of view,
his individual work and message,
which no other man can have had
His business in life is to live that
out, build it up, utter it, make it ef-
fective.
How shall he do it? By getting
out where the sun can strike down
to those seeds that are waiting in
him; that means: make helpful
friendships, listen to wise teachers,
keep high company with men who
have deeps and heights about them.
Read Paul's prayer written to the
men in Thessalonica: THE very God
of peace sanctify you wholly (set you
apart, distinguish you in every great
way), and | pray God your whole
body, soul and spirit be kept without
blemish even in the presence of
Christ. Faithful is he who hath
promised, who also will do it." Just
to this point was Emerson speaking
when he said Follow God, and
where you go men snail think they
walk in hallowed cathedrals." Phil
lips Brooks puts it: THE influence of
a man whose heart God hath touched
is like a breeze of fresh air let into
a heated and sitting room" You are
a lamp of three wicks-body, soul
(mind) and spirit. Let God light
them (most liAely He has already);
now you turn them up; keen them
trimmed, let them blaze wherever
you are. throwing out your cheer,
your light, your beacon message in
your time. Then, "as one fame kin
dleth another nor groweth less there
by" so shall your life kindle. waken,
rouse others.
In everyday terms. what does it
mean? My body; honor 1t, build it
up. keep it undishonored. BY noble
uses, make it to become sanctuary.
Build thee more stately mansions. oh my
soul.
While the swift seasons roll.
8 Leave thy low-vaulted past.
Let each new temple nobler than the last,
1 Shut thee from heaven by dome more
vast.
/ Till thou at length art free.
| Leaving thine outgrown shell
| By life's unrestng sea
Ny mind; mediate, store it with
/ true thoughts, pure thoughts,
| thoughts fit to treasure up; let 1t
keep company with the noblest men
| of the ages, whose wisdom, vision
and profitable experience may be
made my own by an hours reading
every day; let me prepare myself to
recognize, appreciate, respond to and
succeed the truest, most devoted and
helpful spirits of all the days past
and present. and finally keep my
eyes on the stainless peaHs where
! Christ is.
My spirit; how great q word it is!
All generous impulses, all chivalrous
/ motives, all noble aspirationsy all
] love of beauty and truth and good
ness every hatred of weakness and
wrong, every fine portrait of men,
ory and ideal! Oh match this spirit
with all the best about you; open 1t
to Him who knows what is in man,
and who alone has grace to bestow
/ and loving power of mastery to de-
velop your unawakened best. And
always remember how He reckons in
the yearnings, the unuttered and un-
uttcrable aspirations there;
All instincts immature, all purposes un-
sure
That weighed not as his work, yet swelled
the mans amount.
Thoughts hardly TO be packed into a single
act;
Fancies that, broke through language and
escaped,
All I could never be, all men ignored in
me,
This / was worth to him.
Whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
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