The Falls City tribune., 1910-11-04

and are numbered with the days gone
by. There seems to be no abiding
place where things on earth are con-
cerned. 1t is true We stop for a
little while here, but when we con
slider life, we find hal we are but
an atom of the throng that is rushing
onward, rushing toward what?
The end of life.
Some of us take a little longer time
to pass through this vale, than do
others. Some of us are a little
more strenuous than our fellows.
Some of them accomplish more than
we do. We are born with varied tai
ents and varied Compartments. Some
of us bear greater responsibilities it
is true, but activity strengthens the
arm, burden bearing hardens the
muscles and we are strengthened ac-
eording to our achievements, rather
than worn out by them.
I love a life of activity, l love
the throng about me, | love the siren
uous existence and the people who
are doing something. And when
one who has spent his allotted years
in the performance of the duties of
life, who has borne his full share of
the burdens, who can fairly look the
world in the face and say, 81 have
earned more than l have taken, |
have conscienciously done my duty,
/ W nothing for my existence, but
have paid my way with honest toll
comes to the portals of eternity and
bids adieu to the restless, surging
throngs of earth, whether life be
the full of three score and ten, or
whether it be but a fraction of the
allotted years, feel that it is well
ripened and ready for the eternal
hope"
Any life is a finished life when the
years have been well spent. There
is no definite achievement that we
must perform before we are fit for
the crown of eternal reward.
Our years, like the talents that are
given us, measure not the fullness of
existence.
We take the adding years as a
gracious gift, they bear the pleasures,
the g%randeurs of living and the self
conscious glories of existence, but
they also bring the toll, the anxiet-
les and the sorrows. These in
some lives seem to deepen as the
years go by. Others appear to gain
more of trust, more of the resignation
and quietness that of right belong to
the declining years.
Before us lies a letter full of the
heart aches of one who has been
disappointed, who has lived a losing
life, who has tasted of the dregs of
bitter failure.
One who deserved better than he
received, a mar at whom fate has
driven some of her sharpest darts
and the bitterness of unrealized
hopes, until the gloom of ages has
dark9ned his soul.
This man, young i'll years, in the
prime of life, when yigor OF human
energy ought to be driving him INTO
the battles of life with all the powers
of inspired manhood, a wreck upon
the shores of time.
Listen to the cry of a soul that
10 pdSoluS OuSn lht NdilSy VI uio
tress. Il believe anyone is better
off dead than alive, it seems to me
this world is a very poor xcu for
The habitation and abode of man.
There is always something wrong.
Sickness, death, pestilence, wars,
earthquakes, cyclones, murders and
many other curses that man and
probably no one else has any control
over. l often believe that the whole
thing is just a happening and the
sooner it is all over the better for
all of u.s."
O,that heaven could send the angel
of resignation into the hearts of the