Chicago eagle., 1909-04-10

events only strikes us now ana
then when we stop to reflect: but
this side OF life. the beautiful. undu'
lating order of the universe. Is what
gives man his sense Of security; II
Is the root of all the gayety and the
buoyancy with which We tread the
appointed paths. What! shall the or.
bit of the star be mapped out. and
the hip.joint OF the locust's leg be
set SO that he can make music
through the hot and sultry nights,
and the blows that fall upon the
yearning soul Of man be meaningless
and haphazard? Only when We are
too tired to think do we feel the ne
cessity Of the existent order OF the
universe.
II IL not to detract from the value
OF a symbol. therefore. to realize that
II Is In Its essence Of the intrinsic
nature OF the human heart. the re-
suit of that inevitable preoccupation
OF man. and that In all ages. all
climes. he has reacted In some way
or other against the numbing con-
clusion OF a possible ending. In tho
lowest tribes and the farthest days
some care was taken to provide the
dead with solace on the long Jour-
ney, dark and mysterious. upon which
they were supposed to go. Who can
look unmoved today upon this relic
OF n past age. In a negro cemetery.
and see the toys laid about little
child's grave. the photographs and
favorite possessions about those OF
the older human child. without being
touched by this cropping Of the mind
into the darkness beyond which It
cannot yet see clear. In Its own
way this Is a reafIirmlng Of the unity
| OF all life: 1t. too. is a realization
that II IL the same universal life
showing a new face. Man himself.
myriad.minded, confused by feeling
one thing at one time and a wholly
new one at another. yet holds ever
In some dark chamber OF his thought
the conviction that all things are one
and that multiformity IL but n way
Of looking. by turns. al the par.
| celled kingdom OF the universe. 1t
| IL as In the child's song OF new
poet:
What does 1t take to make a rose.
Mother miner"
The God that died to make II, knows,
II takes the worlds eternal wars,
II takes the moon and all the stars.
II takes the might OF Heaven and
He'll,
And the everlasting Love as well,
| Little Child"
| No atom OF dust, no star.burst nor
trailing comet, must fail to the max.
ing OF the whole perfection which 10
the thinking body Of divinity. All
the SHOWS and the storms, the short.
cold winter days. 60 to the making
OF the sweet and wasteful hours OF
the long twillghts. II Is just this
faint taste and premonition In the
air OF what Is to come which, makes
spring the season OF deepest glad
ness: it Ia a foretaste OF desultory
wanderings through warm.breath'
Ing earth when the unexpected visl'
tations of the hest thoughts fall,
such thoughts as can only delgn to
come In blessed idleness and renewal
of all life, could recklessly hazard
a doubt OF lasting blight? How often.
In looking upon Greek vases, we see
the hower-like wllted figure OF Perse.
phone falling lax In the arms OF the
fiery charioteer Aidoneus. And who
can forget-who, at any rate, that
has ever looked upon the keen-eyed
pitiless sorrow of the wandering
Demeter Of Cnidus, In the British
Museum, can forget the grief of the
desolate mother and the resultant
sterility of the earth the sad news
handed on by Hecate, who heard the
ravished maiden's cry, and by Helios.
who say the theft. Then Zeus TAX
ing pity upon the earth, sent Iris
with a message to Hades ordering the
redeliverance of Persephone to her
mother that the grief of death might
not be devastating and overpowering.
So 1t has always been in the mind
of man, this strange anguish and de.
spar at the glowing human life
which seemed to suffer sudden eclipse
in death, and its reaction, til, from
the annual reassurlng himself that
even as the seed falls into the earth
and darkness, not only to come forth
In due season in more glorifed as.
pect, so the soul of man suffers mo.
mentary and partial eclipse to be
born more gloriously; but alas! not
within the scope OF our vision.
The festivals Of Demeter were held
In the spring and autumn. The 7th
OF April was the day set apart for
the games of Ceres. Demeter cOrre-
spends to Beltus In Bactrian and to
Armati In Zoroastrian mythology.
Armait, too. wanders In sorrow from
place to place. She caused all
growth and pervaded the whole ma.
terial world, even being said to dwell
| in the hearts OF men, and fructify