Norwich bulletin., 1911-06-17
THE MAN WHO TALKS

The real butterfly life, and the but terfiy life of society, which IS the but terfiy life of the novels are very dlf- ferent. It used to be thought before true butterfly life was studied that | was free and gay-deyoid of tr1bula- tions. As the Tiger or Monarch but terfiy hutter about the garden sippins honey from the flowers and shining in their vari- colored plumage, they look as if they did not have care or a peril in the world. but when the turk ing spider springs over the edge of flower and sets his poisonous fanSs into one of them. and you see him go nuttering to the grass in dazed con- dition and then see him fight for life when there is no hope, you will real- ize that the tragedies in butterhydonl are something approaching the traSe- dies in our own spheres of life. There is no immunity from peril anywhere, for does not the strong vine often run
 up the young and handsome Sapling and strangie it to death ? The ways oi
 Nature are readily observed, but not
 easily understood
 noticed that the Sisters of the So- ciaI Corner in recent discussions of
 True Friendship and the distnrbers of
 it. seemed to think that resentment
 was necessary wherever there was
 need of calnness under such trials
 than of bristling hair and mind to
 pay back in kind, rather than to abide
 in silence. Resentment is as painful
 as the interference whatever it may
 be and it affects the resenter worse
 than the offending party. Some sehol-
 ars have regarded resentment as divine gift for defense; but l long ago
 found out that it was first cousin 10 hatred and a distufber Of the peace Of the wrong mind. Resentment causes us to call the person who calls us an ass. a fool, or something worse, or to just descend to his level and put our selves in his class: and there doesn' t seem to be anything to be proud of in that Silence under such circum- stances is dignified, and makes for peace instead of more trouble. Try it. Our todays and yesterdays are all that belong to us. although most or us act as if we had a first mortgage upon an endless lot of tomorroWs, when all we really are sure of possessing is to- day Yesterday is our today with it's
 concerted or indellible record: and those are peslxE yesterdays which We find no pleasure in looking back to- ] although these should prove to be the l incentive to the making of better day in future. Tomorrow is just the will the-wisp Time has set in front of US l for dreaming purposes; but when we get there it is today. and tomorrow is l always just within our hope and be- yond our vision. We all count upon l what we are going to do tomorrow i just if it really materialized; but 1 it never does. Tomorrow has been just over the horizon line of man $ l vision ever since time began, and it is | designed to there stay. We are work 1 ing in and on today. and we have our i little today and the world has it's big | today, and none of them are perfect.
 1 It is mighty perilous thing to ne I annEpinua nf Y1ediPrRn heP9nSG l it leads to a state in which no other | pedigree is of much account, and to q l personal pride which is foolishness 1 The pedigree is all right if an attempt 1 is not made to make too much of it. | persons pedigree is of very much less account than his character or personal I ccomplishments, although it is in Q 1 way supposed to be help to both. but 1 of which there is no absolute proof | Padi grees start usually, with some dis l tinguished member of the tribe who did 1 not know he had a pedigree. but wh1 1 knew how to accomplish things anc | made himself famous. A good pedigree ! has started in blacksmith shop and ] in a jail. The pedigree of animals and | stock of which We make more account l than we do of human pedigrees, had | it's start with the unpedigreed. It is ! better to be the starter of q pedigree 1 than to be victim of it. No man is 1 great because his forbaars were great l put because ne mas the dDli1lN to 1 achieve wealth or fame and to make l his family distinguished If they are worthy of him they will not become | stars of the twelfth magnitude who l boast of his brightness instead of theii 1 own. It is more neritorious to De 1 looked up to because of ones own 1 merits than to be looked at curiously as a descendant of greatness.
 That old maxim, "Every cloud has . I silver Iininq," is all right if we have the mind to comprehend or the eye L. l distinguish it. Poverty is always 1 thought of as an affliction and seldo
 l as a protection; but poverty wards of 1 the gout and this is the silver lining tC
 l that cloud The breeding mind whose
 l crop of misery is without stint always | recognizes the bright side of a dollar
 1 but gloom cannot be brightened LII