Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-07-03
For Sunday Reading
AN Sorts ofObinion,
Heaven Alone is Given Away"

CCatholic Citizen (Editorial)]
Good deeds do not pass with life;
they live and plead for the benefac-
tor Sun and sky and breeze" says a
writer in a current periodical, land SOL
itary walks and summer holidays /. =. {.
and the cheerful glass and candle-light
and freside conversation and innocent
vanities and jest and irony itself-do
| these things go out with life?"
Doubtless; but they have their uses
IL they make life toleraNble and if they
do not absorb all our energies. We
must properly estimate their value,
and not forgo the things of higher
import-thus making the mistake the
poet deplores:
''For a cap and bells our lives we pay.
Bubbles we earn with whole souls
tasking.
IT'S heaven alone that is given away,
Ills only God may he had for the ask
ing"
We should not anchor our lives in
shallow waters, but in deep waters.
Sudden breezes and little storms toss
up and down those craft that lie in
shallow waters. But the deep waters
of the inlet are not easily disturbed.
One, whose purposes in life are large
and worthy, is not perturbed by petty
local excitements, by neighborhood
gossip, nor by the small ends Of small
men. Try to get a vision of things in
the long run. True perspective is
quite as important as foresight. If at
times we might but take into account
tho i6oa ranracanfa1 Inv tho
Eternity" we would get a glimmering
of the truer wisdom that our life
schemes so much need. There is no.
body who, upon sincere reflection, will
not admit that his time and his thought
have been much over-occupied with
petty matters mot worth WHILE" and
not sufficiently regardful of the large
and really important things.
Those worldly boons.-pleasure, fame
and happiness, play elusive tricks on
us. They are often will o. the wisps,
leading US long journeys for nothing
But eff what seemed afar so grand
turn to nothing in thy hand
Onward still-the victory lies
In the struggle, not the prize"
The pleasure is in the game, not in
the trophies. Hamilton Wright Ma
bic has re-stated this old truth with
"a fresh suggestiveness:
'The rewards of great living are not
external things, withheld until the
browning hour of success arrives; they
come by the way-in the conscious
ness of growing power and worth, of
duties nobly met and work thoroughly
done. JOY and peace are by the way"
The days of struggle for a foot
hold-or the building up of business,
the paying off mortgage on the lit
tie home, the beginnings of a house,
hold. when the children We're babies,
firing their mother, yet with her. and
not scattered, as in their adult years
these We're the happy days. Why
did we not enjoy that time morv?
Why did we not earlier learn to relish
the good of today? Why did we not
pluck the flowers as we passed? Why
did we not realize that, along the road
side of the years, were the best pleas
ures, the truest opportunities. the
sweetest satisfactions?
IT am an old man. and have seen
many troubles. but most of them
never happened This is a quotation
from book written to make the read
er feel better. Isn't life made up Of
a great deal of illusion. anyway?
There are "the pleasures of hope" in
youth, the zest of acquisition in man
hood, and SO on-some new illusion
for every decade, some fond anticipa-
ton for every state of life. and lit
tie side vanities all along the way.
Let us keep the illusions that warm