Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-26
The Souls Escape.
BY DIR. FRANK CRANE.

Heinrich Heine writes that during the
year 1850 there were whistled and sung
throughout all Germany certain songs
which for sweetness and tenderness sur
passed any previously known in Germany
realms. Young and old, the women in
particular. were quite bewitched by these
ballads. which might be heard the live
long day. But these songs were COM
posed by a young priest who was afflicted
with leprosy. You are aware. gentle
reader. what horrible disease was lep-
rosy during the middle ages. and how
the wretched beings afflicted with it were
driven away from the abOdes of men. and
forbidden to approach human being.
1.-The poor priest who made Germany
whistle and sing SO joyouSly was a living
corpse, wandering to and fro, muff1ed
from head to foot hood drawn over his
face, and carrying in his hand bell
the Lazarus bell it was called-to warn
every one of his approach
Out of the mud, says the orientals
springs the lotus flower; out of clay come
gold and diamonds; out of oysters. pearls
brightest silks are spun by worm: be-
zoar is produced from the bull and musk
| from the deer; from a stick is born flame
and from the jungle comes honey.
Pluck up Shall not something rise uI
| from the eternal soul of man, even when
crushed, burnt. ground and despised-
| something better than was ever produced
! by prosperity?
! Always the gray wolves are after us
| Sickness, failure, treachery. bereavement
| pains and death follow our sledge through
| the Siberian journey from the cradle to
the grave. But they cannot get us. We
each of us have flying machine. in
which we can soar away If they come toe
close.
In all great souls you will cote this
power of escape from those ills which
crush lesser spirits. They captured Ma
than Hale and hanged him. but his
spirit escaped them; they could not make
him unhappy At the last moment he
ism-and was happier than any British
officer about him as he exclaimed, MY
only regret is that I have but one life to
give for my country.
porting an insane mother and sister, peg
ging away at clerks desk for thirty
years. always pinched with poverty. hav-
ing for friends those who were so poor
ment''-Charles Lamb it was who gave
us those exquisite essays of Ella, full
of the rarest, sweetest humOr
Call up the reserves! Heaven and earth
and the human heart are wide places and
full of strange things. Do not let one
little fact put you to. flight.
The body, but not the mind. can be
driven into corner where there is no
escape
Even death need not subdue u.s. Even
there we have our airship to escape the
cruelest, gauntest of wolves. None is so
poor as he who has here no refuge. Gen.
Wolfe expiring on the battlefield. heard
an officer say. Il protest; they run. they
run.' 'Who?" he cried. THE French
Then he said, II die happy"
Olympia Morata was a young woman
of the sixteenth century: though she
died early, she had already written in
Greek and Latin upon deep subjects; as
life passed she said to her husband: Il
can scarce see you any longer, but every
where seems full Of the most beautiful
flowers"
There is something about a human
being that is greater than the universe.
If you will not give up you cannot be
beaten