The Somerset reporter., 1908-03-26

Yes, the Pessimist is ever with US.
His shadow often wakes great over
the land seldom does il diminish.
1t Is always some one else who errs,
some one else whose judgment mis-
led him. Reader, are you one of his
companions? Are you brooding over
your ill-luck, and permitting life's
golden moments to fit past you with
out use? True, "man's inhumanity
to man does make countless thous-
ands mourn" but they mourn be-
cause they need that which they are
receiving. II they did not accept
that which is handed them, they
would not be hurt by it. .'Cnless
there is in you the fault, or the pos
sibiity of the fault, that you think
you see i'll another what that other
does or does not do will not hurt
you!" You are the arbiter OF your
own fate. No one else ever can ans
wer for you, or do for you. You are
either master, or servant. If you are
the servant, then you of right NAV
claim the title Pessimist!"
But is there any need of yielding in
meekness to the dominancy of 9TH
ers? The Lord Buddha's experience
Teacher was once walking along an
unfrequented road, when q man met
him aud began TO curse him, de
nounce and upbraid him most bitter
ly. Lord Buddha waited in patient
sereneness of spirit until the man
had finished his TRADE, then, in a
gentle tone said, "Friend, If thou
hast gift which thou wishest to be
e,tsn f-,f -. l.
to accept it, whose then is the gift?n
"Thou fool" replied the angry man,
"it belongeth to him who tried to
give the gift!" Take then thy gift, :"
said Budda, Kit is thine: that which
thou hast said to me belongs not to
me, hence it is thine. Take it and
use it as thou seest fit" Reader, APP
ply those words of Budda to yourself.
You take, you receive only that
which belongs to you. IT it be not
yours, refuse it! Speak up brayely,
and say, "This belongs not to me; it
is yours; use it as you see tit!o
There is an open roadway, wide
smooth and of even grade that leads
to the sunny realms of Optimism.
Every man can find it, and m Ike his
way over it, if he SO elects. Let him
put all dark forebodings forever out
of mind. Let him cease digging with
muck rakes of despair, as did the
man in Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress, !"
but look up into the smiling faces of
the angels who are handing down to
him the Victor's crown. Free your
self, o Reader, from your servile
slavery to past customs, outgrown
ideas, exploded theories. Live in the
pulsing, throbbing present. Keep
out of the ghost haunted past. De-
cline to open the black boxes of your
sorrows. Do not dwell in graveyards.
Cease fearing your own shadow. Do
away with the fetiches of fear, sus
picion, doubt. worship at the shrine
of the Beautiful. Open all of the win
dows of your being and let the sun
shine of love and good will thrill you
into new life.
Talk success-not failure. Argue
prospe rity-not reYerses. Speak of
the good not of the ills of your life.
Stop barking and whining like whip
ped curs-laugh, sing, rejoice! Face
the sunshine" and you will be as
tonished when you see that all of
your shadows lie behind you. Rid
yourself of morbid fancies-get out of
the graveyards i'll which are hideous-
ly shaped marble reminders of your
sorrows, covered over with lying in
scriptions. Stop referring to Death.
Let Life be your theme. Don't falsify
to yourself and to God by publishing
the word "Died" of any one of your
friends. Life is the Commander
Chief of the Universe. Through it,
God wills, acts and loves. You can
not get outside of Life; therefore you
cannot go or be whore God is not,
nor where His Love has ceased to be.
You are an epitome of His universe.
Be worthy of your high and holy es
tate. In Gods Kingdom of the Soul,
there is no room tor anything save
Life and LoYe-twin- halves of In
tinity.
There is time to dream dreams,
but that time is not when Duty calls
you to serve III the ranks as a soldier
in the Army of Rescue, whose legionS
are battling against hatred, falsehood,
doubt, gloom and ill-will. He is the
best leader who best serves his fell
lowmen 1t is not the man of blood
and conquest who ranks as the real
hero in life. II is he who lives in
harmony with his own Soul, and
thereby radiates peace and happiness
to all around him. The dreamer's
hour comes when he has nobly done
his part in unselfish service of others.
He who dreams a noble ideal, and in
spires the young and strong to strive
faithfully in love until it is realized,
becomes a Savior to his race. Doubt :
ers, sneereTs, scoffers, iconoclasts
Take notice! The world does not
need your counsels. There are things
of greater Importance than you are in
this old world of ours. About face,
now, and let your angle self come
forth Heed the voice of the living
God within your Soul, and go up
Higher"
Laugh, and the world laughs with You;
Weep, and you weep al ne,
For this gray old earth hath need OF youI
mrth
II has SORROWS enough ofits own
HARRISON D. BARRETT
Washington, ID. c., Jan. 81. 1905.
1t coaxes back that we'll feeling,
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