Norwich bulletin., 1910-07-09
THE MAN WHO TALKS

| 1 disease of the body. We all know l somebody whose blue- devils were al- | ways too numerous to mention. They | have lost the song from their hearts, l and life seems full of bitterness. Tlie 1 star of hope seems to have set just because they have let it. They need
 a Booster" to constantly sing in their ear the healing words; Hang on; cling on, No matter what they say; push on! sing onI things will come your way; sitting down and whining never helps a bit; best way to get ! there is by keeping up your grit
 goes down-grab something-just re- fuse to drown" This is the spirit , which gives a person a new birth-a baptism of power. It is the precursor in your heart and the fog of despair
 will never envelope it.
 Get into the habit of paying atten-
 ton to the here and now and letting
 the there and then take care of itself.
 Do not be fretting over the dead past,
 but be striving in the living present
 Why should we think that inaninnate
 things are pursuing us to permit the
 has-been of life to become a drag
 upon us? You can't tell and no one
 else will try. It is so common to let
 the mind dwell upon the there and
 then. that old age has been recognized
 as long in the paSt-it talks of what
 was instead of what is. The person
 who gets most out of life is not
 counting the years or even the enjoy ments of life. but taking in the bless
 ings every day just as if they belong ed to him and the supply was inex- haustible. Life is what we make it, because it is evolved by the mind an1 we are the artists who furnish the palette.
 There are many toads in the garden this year and one among them is more inclined than the others to be social. He doesn't flee when I come upon him but sits and looks by the half hour. He is not garbed like the common herd, for the mottled pattern of his skin has underlying it a tawny yellow; and he is lighter colored than the rest; and he has a gold bar just above each eye brightly furnished. He is rather an intelligent looking fnem- Der of the Bufo famiy-he isn't so logy and doesn't get too full to hop. good-habited, keen-eyed helper with more than ordinary powers of obser- vatiOn. Perhaps his opinion of me would be more interesting than my opinion of him. His interest in me has increased my interest in him. We may come to know each other better.
 What first appears like wild propo- sitions finally are shown to be prac- tical sense. In this wonderful age we are not yet wholly out of the dark. It always seems strange to me that the prophets who make the greatest impression on the human mind are those who foretell things dreadful like the near destruction of the earth. | When Nicola Tesla tells us that the age in front of us is to be a more wonderful age than this we laugh. | We do not believe that electric energy 1 is going to be transmitted by wire less, that electric power generated at the falls of Zambesi in Africa may be 1 used to run steamers up the MisSissip- | pi river or to push steamships across l Oceani TtSat houses in New | may be heated by electrical | energy generated at Mia gara Falls or | airships be driven by this power. This | is no wilder talk than that persons | apart, or that messages could be sent | to ships on the great oceans. It can | hardly be com prehended what the fu- | ture holds for the comfort of the peo- pie.
 We poor souls cannot always prove | what we know, any more than we can | know what our best friend feels. In | matters of mind we are isolated-we ] abide apart. It makes no difference | whether the mind is dependent or in- it's secrets are unfathom- able Samuel Walter FOss, who Is one | of the. true poets of America, was right when he sung:
 And the soul of men is sunward sfrd
 With wings that are made for flight, To pierce the front of the shining day,
 And float thro' the depths of night. And I read these things in that Bible
 of God
 Whose leaves are the spreading sky, And the legfble face of the dark green
 With the eye behind the eye For the Truth is not closed in the lid
 of a book
 For it's chainless soul is free, And never a bird in a wire cage,
 Told these things to me.
 The soul should recognize its own revelations and be true to it's honest What it can prove is not he thing, but what it can enjoy.
 An old robin and three well-fiedged young ones come into the garden every lay to follow the hoe, and they come |. Tery near in their search for worms. The young birds are wary, and good strong f1iers, but they still like to have he mother-bird feed them. They do not appear to have much fear of the ats; perhaps this is because they rave confidence in their ability to es- ape should they be nenaced- pair # weH-fed cats have neither the ap- petite nor the agility to make them dangerous to birds. Every tree has a upon 1t, so they cannot climb ne trees 10 worry Ine Dlr0S. I1le SO- aal nature of the birds surprises me. They seem to recognize their friends md come near in a glad-to- -see-you pirit every day
 The writer of the quirp that "the hardest thing a woman has to do in his world is to look as young as she hinks she is,'' might have also writ en that the mfghtiest task of man is 0 make the world recognize that he 1 s as smart he thinks he is. It is fact that a duplicate for every weakness in one sex may be found in he other. The Almighty knew that 1 here would be no living with a per- ect man or woman, so he left that as he ultimate Of evolution, and 1 with ten thousand generations to ts credit the race is still far from it's ,randest achievement. The truth Is ( he world has no use for a perfect nan or woman as yet. A perfect son f man is a son of God. and one such to the world was put to cath. There would be nothing to reach about if the race was not what | is. It is as important that man hould be occupied that he should e perfect.