The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1909-10-07
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Cast aside philosophy, thought
and science. To the conventonalities
bid relentless defiance. All thoughts
of politics and religion eschew, and
for a while the promptings of your
heart construe. Bryan and Bailey to
tophet consign with their theories
so fine. Tariff for revenue and pro-
lection too, are the politician S
ruse to convert you to their use. Let
Cook and Peary fuss about the pole.
In this dry weather water in a hole
is far better for man and beast.
Throw physic, physics and phthisic
to the dogs, and feed all foul thought
to the gruntling hogs. Divest your
self if you possibly can of every save
one let that be of man. OF him think
not in critics hard rule, class him
not as sage or simpering fool.
Think not of him as a being bound
by duty; but as with an eye trained
to see beauty. Think not of his as
machine in motion, but as a crea-
ture of fine emotion. Try not to in
clude the human race; but select
one form and face. When you begin
your selection to make, possibly
you'd better yourself take. When
You undertake to make the test
you'll find your are not far different
from the rest. Discard the text 50
finely spun from a bard a shining
sun in the galaxy of lesser lights,
who have made poetical flights:
why should the spirit of mortal be
proud, 1t is but a step from the
cradle to shroud.' For fear you
have not the time to spare | will
the burden with you share; and in
my feeble stammering way describe
your life from the beginning day.
One fine morning in pleased sur
prise you opened pair of wander
ing eyes. The world and all around
you was new. And you knew not
much you could do. You wondered
why and whence you came. And dear
child to the end you'll wander the
same. By degrees your mind like a
bud began to Ope and in doubt and
darkness you began to grope. Your
innocent confiding inquiring look
to your mother was a chapter in
fairy book. AS she looked upon your
angelic face of pain and sorrow she
had not a trace. She could not for
her life tell the reason why she
would clasp you to her breast and
happily cry. There is no accounting
for what love prompts us to do, |
do it and that is enough for you.
You grew up to be a jolly, romping
boy, your fathers pride and your
mothers JOY. Your marbles, your
ball, the brook and rill, the flower
decked valley and rock strewn hill,
the hooking birds medley, the chat
ter of the jay, were music to you the
live long day. The pattering rain,
the driving snow, made pleasure
wherever you'd GO Shame on the
meddlesome woman or man who d
tell you to be happy was against
| Gods plan. Such ones should be a
dungeon consigned and in addition
heavily fined, until the meaning they
| learn to see of suffer little children
! to come unto me, Time rolls on,
/ you become a man, define this word
liz you can. Kings, lords, senator 8
heads of a clan ali mean nothing
compared with a man. To define
| man in prose or in rhyme is to des-
cribe a life sublime. At manhood
you are as fun of JOY as when a
romping, laughing boy. God said 1t
/ is not good for man TO be alone. y
! You do not wish an offended law to
atone Beside laughing eyes and
smiling face of damsel with form
| of bewitching grace Bless her pure
white soul without design has WOW
en a net about you subtle and fine;
/ you love her in every language writ
! ten or spoken and show it by every
word or token. BY day her face is a
{ reckoning light end you see 1t in
dreams at night. If God in his di-
vine plan mad done naught else TOR
man than to implant love for the
daughters of Eve His creation would
mot have been a failure | believe.
! The days of courtship composed of
misery sweet, in the great sea or
pleasure are hard to beat. The mar
riage bells in the church are tolied !;
sweet strains of mucic through space
are rolled. II man ever feels in life
a God-like pride, it is when leading
/ to the altar a blushing bride Deep
down in his manly heart he feels he
| has chosen the godly part AS the
years roll by pace, there appears
occasionally a new face to cement
| the bond of man and wife and rem
! der happy welded life. As his hair
| becomes stlvery gro. many cheerful
voices greet him as homeward he
mends his weary way, imagines OF
mama when she was bride what
fathers heart would not swell with
pride? Further history of life | can
not tell: but will leave to one who
knows it well. / can only go as far
as ] have been and tell you OF
things ! have seen. $50 tell me not
in mournful murmers life is an emp
,ty dream" for IL We but grasp our
chances the days with happiness
team. But if you would enjoy life as
the years go by let your care be how
ito live and not how TO die. If without
His care no sparrow ever fell to the
ground surely for you some way
may be found.
| began the above this morning
without thinking of it's being show
day so have written under great
difficulties ] am now even writing